Blaze

Out of Control

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Kris was two shops away looking at something when she stepped out of the dumpling restaurant. With her stomach full and her energy revitalized she was prepared for any chase that might come her way. Namjoo walked toward him and discovered that he was looking through a selection of clothes.

She snorted in amusement, "Detective, we're not here to shop."

He turned to look at her not amused, "Here." He tossed a shirt at her. "Wear a shirt or something. People are staring at you."

Namjoo lifted her head up and let out a breath of exasperated annoyance. She pushed the shirt against him, "What business is it of yours?"

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

Namjoo tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom lip. He was edging too much into her personal space. The last thing she needed was someone like Kris telling her how to dress.

"Why? Are you going to buy it?" she raised her head up as if to challenge him.

"Ahjumma, how much is that cheap shirt?" he turned away from her.

Namjoo rolled her eyes when he shoved the shirt into her arms. She watched him hand the ahjumma some money and turned when her phone rang.

"What is it?" she answered when she saw that it was only Suho.

"Yah," he replied. She thought he sounded kind of worn out. "We've caught him."

Namjoo narrowed her eyes, "Who? Cho Chin Ho? Are you kidding me? You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"I told you it's Cho Chin Ho."

"What's with your voice?" Namjoo questioned. "You got injured, didn't you? You did something reckless again, right? Right? Ugh!" Namjoo tossed her head back. "How stupid are you, Suho?"

"I'm not stupid. So quit your search there. Donghae's going to be at the interrogation room. You better hurry there."

"Let Donghae handle the interrogation. That's not my part of the deal," Namjoo refuted. "What's with your voice? You got yourself hurt. I know you did. Are you a kid or something? How old are you? Isn't it time for you to stop being reckless? I've told you plenty of times, douche, to think around the problem before trying to solve it your way. Are you always so immature? Aish...how badly hurt are you? Are you going to the hospital?"

"No, I'm not!" Suho raised his voice. "I didn't do anything stupid. Stop calling me names."

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"If Donghae is right about this human trafficking stuff, you know what it means. So I'm telling you to quickly hurry back before anything gets found out."

"Oh, he'll be fine. There's nothing Donghae can't take care of." Namjoo told him off before she heard the sirens of an ambulance crying in the background. "I hear an ambulance. Suho, where are you seriously? How badly hurt are you? I'll head back. There's a higher chance I'll get back to Seoul before you do. Which hospital are you going to?"

"No, that's not an ambulance. I'm not hurt."

"Suho!"

"I'll call you later." He then hung up.

"Suho! Suho!" Namjoo screamed into her phone.

Instinct told her he was injured. The tone of his voice told her he was injured. Suho was always reckless when on missions and barely succeeded in any without any scars. He was injured.

Namjoo swiveled around clutching the shirt Kris had shoved at her and started toward the parking lot. She furiously called Suho again and again, but he'd turned his phone off.