Overpass || 승진

#038

The time was 5.44am as the two boys fell into the older's apartment. Neither of them could see clearly, being too tired to even think straight. With all of his energy, Minho locked the door and lead the younger to his room, placing a half-asleep Jisung on his bed and softly covering him with the warm sheets.

He went back to the living room, deciding to use that remaining 2 hour to have short nap. As soon as his face hit the pillows, Minho drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The morning came way too fast for Minho's liking, his alarm went off next to his ears causing him to fall off the couch. He groaned before sitting up, trying to get his brain ready for the following events.

He walked into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for himself, forgetting about a particular someone who was awoken by his little commotion.

Jisung waddled out of the bedroom, exhausted from literally everything that occurred in the past hours. He stood at the entrance of the kitchen, watching the half-conscious Minho moving around with half-closed eyes.

"G'morning officer Lee." Jisung greeted cheerfully the other who's brain wasn't processing.

"Mhn morning... wait wHO–"

The younger laughed as Minho whipped himself around to face him, his eyes closing and opening repeatedly. A minute was needed for Minho to register the situation, finally recalling the time before his nap.

"Sorry Jisung I– I just need some time to wake up... I'll make you breakfast too." The older turned away in embarrassment, continuing to fry some more eggs while Jisung sat down by the table, chuckling.

They ate quietly, brainstorming about the case when Chan called Minho at 8.00am sharp.

The conversation was short, Chan was just making sure that they were okay and well-rested– khm, of course he couldn't left some more important news out. Fortunately, without the main evidence– that was on Minho's coffee table, the police had found a few useful things in the other bag.

Although the house was cleared up, Chan still couldn't rest up. He had to talk to Seungmin's family first.

After Minho made some mental notes, he told Jisung to take a shower so he can get himself ready too.

On point, at 9.00am the young officer rang a number, his heart pounding in this heavy, melancholic rhythm. Jisung sat next to him, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers as they waited for the other to pick up the phone.

The rings stopped after 4 times.

"Hello?"

An unexpectedly deep voice was heard from the other side.

"Good morning, am I talking with Lee Felix?"

"Ummm yes? Who is this?"

Minho shut his eyes before answering the question.

"Lee Minho from Seoul Police, department 8. My partner, and I would like to have a talk with you in person, I hope it's fine with you."

There was a fairly long pause then a cough.

"Yes, of course. When will you come?"

"We're leaving in 20 minutes, so we'll arrive before 10. Are you in your house or in the dorms?"

"In my house, I guess you have my address."

"We do. Goodbye for now Mr Lee."

Minho ended the call, a shaky sigh escaped his lips. Jisung was listening the whole time without a doubt, he started to feel the sadness appearing inside him.

"You did good Minho, you've got this." The younger tried his best to encourage the newbie officer to stay strong. Minho shook his head lightly, trying to get rid off the dread and walked back to kitchen.

"You want some coffee before we leave?" He asked with a small smile, which helped Jisung to calm down. His answer was a yes.

Music filled the air as Minho drove his car, the fresh morning breeze blew in as the result of the rolled down windows. The atmosphere was strangely tense, Jisung of course sensed the older's distress but had no idea how to calm him.

The GPS beeped when they reached their destination. Minho turned off the engine and sat there silently, his forehead resting on the steering wheel.

What was he worried about?

He just had to go in and spill everything.

Not that hard, right?

So why was his hand shaking so badly?

Why did he let the anxious thoughts to get him?

Why couldn't he just focus o–

A soft hand touched his shoulder gently, causing him to lift his head up slowly. His eyes met with Jisung's, somehow just this kind gesture helped him to breath steadily again.

"It's going to be alright. You'll do great and I'll be there so don't worry." His words felt so sincere and Minho know it was. He trusted in those sentences.

"Thank you Jisung."

They smiled at each other, the previous heavy atmosphere drifting away.

"Let's go Mr officer!"

"Stop calling me that!"