Blaze

Down

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Kris quickly followed Namjoo up the stairs. He felt that if he didn't keep on her tail she would leave him behind intentionally. He was aware that his opposing her suggestion to come back here had irked her. Maybe he was sidestepping his boundaries, but what was he to do if he couldn't help it?

"Can you slow down?" he asked. When she didn't answer and he was clearly confident that she was ignoring him, he reached out for her arm to pull her to a stop. "Didn't you hear me? You don't have to act like you're running."

"Aish!" she spun around and pulled her arm out of his grasp.

They glared and stared at each other for a few mere seconds. Would it hurt her to listen to him? Frustration about how stubborn she was flashed through him.

"What is it you want from me?" she half shouted.

"For starters, you could tone down your stubbornness," Kris began, "and second, can you stop acting like you're pissed off at me?"

Namjoo turned her head to the side and bit her bottom lip while letting out an annoyed sigh. When she turned to him she had a stern expression in her eyes, "Let me clear it with you that I'm not pissed at you, but annoyed to the max. First of all, you can start with putting an end to your act of ordering me around as you please. I will let you know that I don't like it. And should I remind you again that we are nothing, but colleagues."

Namjoo turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. Staring down at her he asked, "What makes you say that?" She turned away from him so he tugged on her arm forcing her to look back at him. "Why are you trying to tell me we're nothing, but business?"

Jutting her arm out she shoved him back hard which forced him to let go of her. "I think you're the one with the problem. Don't go shoving your issues on me here. I only came here to do one thing, my job. You best just play along or find something else to do."

Without another glance at him she swirled around and walked down the hallway. Why did she have to be so hard headed? Where did she get it from? With a silent groan he quickly followed her.

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Chafed, irked, irritated, and just plain annoyed with Kris Namjoo continued stomping down the hallway trying to recall which door belonged to Win. She had to stop and think for a second before backtracking two doors back. Namjoo stared at the tan colored door before she knocked on it twice.

"Yes!?" a voice answered.

It was definitely her, Namjoo was sure of it. Without waiting for her to open the door Namjoo grabbed the knob and twisted it before pushing it open. She recognized the room at once and turned to see the female smoking by the open window. Win had her hair up in a messy bun with loose trails falling down her shoulders. There was this smirk on her lips when she turned to look her way.

"What's the business today?" Win questioned leaning against the window sill. "Heard you ran out yesterday, you back for more?"

Namjoo gritted her teeth so as not to let her words get on her nerves. She wouldn't be as low as to let Win screw her in with mere words.

"That's her?" Kris asked from behind after shutting the door.

Namjoo glanced back at him from the corner of her eyes before turning back to look at Win.

"Oh...do be as open with me as you please," Win held out her hand, "I had a feeling you were more than what you were playing. I saw you searching around yesterday. What are you, a cop or something?" Namjoo's brows moved toward the center of her forehead. Win pressed her lips together as if pouting before shrugging, "I mean, I told you about that little note, didn't I? Had a feeling you were looking for something like that, but what are you going to do with that? You're not really going to try finding that lil' girl, are you? I mean, it's really a hopeless cause. It's impossible to catch all the bad guys all over Korea, isn't it?" Win snorted a little, "You guys are always trying to act so good. I mean, do you think I'd be here if there were that many good people around?" She cocked her head a little before asking, "That the man we were talking bout? If not, why don't you get outta here so I can give him a little service?"