Elementary, My Dear Jeon

- 2 -

"His brow furrowed when asked a question he appeared not to expect, caught off guard by the mystery he had been left baffled by for his three active years of work, the infamous detective who had not allowed any moments of pause finally stopping, his plush mouth quirking at the right-hand corner, as if the dark men pulled it themselves. Yes, he had indeed solved a case yet again. But the most intriguing thing about it was the fact he was the most interested in answering questions regarding topics seemingly unrelated to the case in question."

"Jesus, Jeon is this a V fanfiction or something?"

Hoseok let the bundle of paper fall onto my desk, his head tilting slightly as he sighed at me, a look I was not unfamiliar with.

"N-no."

I stammered, unaware it had come across that way. I really had no intention other than to report it as I had seen, the man I had read so much about completely overwhelming in real life rather than the thousands of articles I had read for my thesis.

Hoseok only laughed, my editor's smile soothing the nerves that stood on end my mind ready for a thorough beating once he ripped my article to shreds.

"Kook, you used the word 'plush'"

He was cackling now, shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe I would be that descriptive about another man's lips.

I could feel my cheeks reflecting the tint of rose on his glasses, heat galloping from my head to my clenching toes as I realized my mistake, my descriptive writing habits getting the better of me.

"Just take that word out and it'll be great. Everything else looks good to me. Drop it by my office once you correct everything in red, and it'll be in print tomorrow morning. Look out for the cover, kid."

Cover.

COVER.

"T-the cover  Cover?"

"Duh, kid. Everything V goes on the front page. Welcome to the London Times."

It was like an anvil hit me in the head, my fidgeting leg stone cold, my brainless arm numbly reaching out for the typewritten stack scribbled with red ink, Hoseok's stern criticism stained across my carefully crafted words.

He strutted away, immediately onslaught by the other reporters jostling for his attention while he swayed through, slamming his door behind him.

"Nice ass, Jung."

The man whose voice froze the entire news room smirked, only stopping his smug giggle when he laid his eyes on me. 

"Jeon, I knew you had big eyes but damn. Did you eat a shit load of carrots or something this morning?"

"Yoongi, you can't just tell our EDITOR nice ASS?!"

He leaned back, pen between his teeth as he clacked away on his typewriter, completely unbothered by Yugyeom's protest and my shock at his blatant unprofessionalism.