Little Romantic *Second Book*

Chapter 2: Her Job

When I finally arrived at my apartment's underground parking, I sighed realizing I would have to wake up Jihwan enough to get him upstairs. I shook him awake and pulled him from the backseat, only to have him slump into my side. As we walked to the elevator he slurred words together in Korean, that I didn't understand. Jihwan had been teaching me some words and phrases in Korean, but I'm not close to being a conversationalist.

I leaned him into the corner of the elevator so I could push the button to my floor. I stared at the mostly asleep man and rolled my eyes. I then took out my phone and took some pictures, just for blackmail in the future. The elevator stopped and I pulled him through the hallway into my apartment. It took great difficulty unlocking the door with a needy boyfriend trying to feel me up.

Once in the apartment and into the living room, I shoved Jihwan off me onto the couch. It didn't take him a moment to fall asleep. I rolled my eyes before I pulled off his shoes and somehow finessed his jacket off his shoulders as well. I grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them underneath his head and threw a blanket over his body.

Once he looked comfy enough, I went to my bedroom to finally get to bed with Murphy, who was already fast sleep on his doggy bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly after I pulled the covers over my body.

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The next morning, I woke up for my shift exhausted. I got ready in a daze, not even noticing if my clothes matched or not. Once done with my morning routine, I walked into the main room to see Jihwan still fast asleep on the couch.

I smiled fondly, looking at him as he slept. He looked so adorable huddled in blankets. I walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek before I went into the kitchen and grabbed some Advil and a glass of water. I placed them on the coffee table for whenever he woke up.

I quietly and quietly gathered everything I needed for the day and left the apartment.

I made my way into the station and to my desk. Sitting across from my desk was the large, African American man. His bald and goateed head was his stuck in the morning paper, like usual, with a cup of coffee sitting next to him on the desk.

"Hey, Jones," I greeted the older man as I got to our connected desks.

Jones and I were partners until I started taking more hours. We were then separated since the policy that everyone had to have partners was lifted. I was sad to begin with, but now I like the freedom of working by myself. And Jones enjoys only seeing me when we're both in the office.

"Mornin' Kid," Jones said from behind his newspaper. "Your boyfriend's nightclub is all over the paper."

"Really?" I asked, looking over the cover of his paper. "It's only been nine hours since the shooting."

"They're fast when they want to be," Jones said. "I'm surprised NJ didn't pay to keep this quiet."

"That's because he's passed out drunk on my couch," I said, finally taking my seat. Jones bent his paper a bit and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Who was there to cover this?" Jones asked.

"Daydream. I also met him last night. He seems like a happy guy," I said.

"Daydream just needs to stay on the dancefloor. Leave the business stuff to NJ, Prince, and Dwarf," Jones muttered, shutting the paper.

"Yeah, I kinda figured from what NJ told me. He also reminds me of someo-"

"Barnes!" Captain Butler called out.

I looked over to see the happy, smiling man who was my boss. That's when I remembered who Daydream reminds me of. Captain Butler was a natural happy and good-natured man. It was obvious who everyone preferred to be their Captain when you look at the two together.