"Three years?", asked Seul-Rin, gaping at her new partner, in the comfortable silence of the coffee shop. The roads were not packed as usual, but still the buzz was there. Typical people. Typical routines.
Lee Seul-Rin was a bit skeptical of getting back to Seoul, for all in all she missed Ilsan, even though she stayed there for only a couple of years. The lakes and the flowers there had something special. Job demands and all had send her reeling back to Seoul, now working almost 13 hours straight in the Department, clearly adorned with an excruciatingly pained lower back.
So technically, the sudden offer to go work as a rookie under Chief Kim was clearly driven by her wish to ease herself out of the permanent sitting posture.
But.
Chief Kim was a snack.
Mr. Kim aka Kim Seokjin had a track record of 30 successful encounters and a plethora of promptly solved cases, all in a span of a few years or so, and suddenly Seul-Rin's idea of a police chief being a fat old dude was thrown out of the country.
Seokjin was handsome. Devilishly handsome. And whenever they talked about cases, along with Jungkook of course, Seul-Rin always found herself shamelessly staring at his bare forearms.
Fetish and all.
Crush is an understatement. It's somewhere between infatuation and obsession.
But somehow, unfortunately Seokjin remained highly oblivious to all this. His untainted personality was definitely one of the biggest factor why he had a clean history and a whooping amount of successfully cracked cases.
Alas, it's good to dream.
"Yes, three years", said Jungkook, handing over the file to Seul-Rin, who took it, and found it quite thinner than most of the files she had came across.
She opened it.
Empty.
It was just the profile and a little speeding ticket.
"That's it? No cases at all?" Seul-Rin was obviously keen on why the Chief was after this guy, even though his record was nearly clean.
Jungkook settled his cappuccino on the table and lowered his voice.
"Of course there were. They all missed one thing."
Seul-Rin looked back at him and to the picture in the profile.
"Evidence. There is always zero evidence when it comes to Kang Taehyun. And he is practically the only blackmark in the Chief's near perfect track record."
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"I can't believe it!!!", Beomgyu threw his hands up, as he waddled into the bar, where San was perched.
San huffed out. Here we go again.
Beomgyu seated himself beside San, and signalled for a light cocktail. He held his head in his hands and groaned out loud.
"Ok what? What happened this time?", asked San almost aniticipating what Beomgyu would blurt out next.
"Which part of 'I don't want to have sex as a part of my escort job' don't people understand?"
Aah yes, the answer I have been waiting for, thought San.
When Beomgyu had approached him, after being kicked out of his family for being gay, San was not sure how he would manage Beomgyu in his little apartment, fit for barely two people. They had took some time to adjust and try a lot to not get into each other's nerves, buy at the end of the day, they actually became best buddies.
Beomgyu's college education had switched up notch on what they claimed to be a better option and decided to hike the finances a little bit.
After a chain of failed attempts at getting a parttime job, San had yanked Beomgyu to "The Papillon", the club where he worked as an escort.
Yes, a male prostitute. But sleeker.
The Papillon was owned by Jackson Wang, a very happy (perhaps, too happy), strong faced guy hailing from Hong Kong, who was first a bit doutbful on whether to hire Beomgyu, because he had found the boy to be clearly inexperienced.
A little convincing and a promise of working extra by San, had made Jackson hire Beomgyu as an escort, who underlined the words "NO SEXUAL ACTIVITIES" in red ink in his contract.
Jackson was not sure of Beomgyu succeeding in the job.
And he was absolutely right. Beomgyu practically sucked.
An escort could even be someone who you could talk to and share your woes.
What Beomgyu did was the exact opposite. The clients became the listeners gradually when it came to him, and they would resort to going down on him sexually, forgetting about the contract and all in the drunken stupor. Jackson doesn't bother to count the number of times he had to kick people out because of Beomgyu's stupid agenda.
Jackson had warned him numerous times not to open his mouth unnecessarily during his job.
"It's just a matter of an hour or so. You can blabber later to San." Jackson had pleaded once.
After that Beomgyu seemed to be gaining clients and improving, but nothing compared to San.
The guy even gave lap dances. What tops that?
"If this keeps up, Beom, you ain't gonna get much. I mean it.", San reminded.
Beomgyu knows that. But he just couldn't. It's almost too much to ask.
Although it would be a lie to say that he didn't wanted to learn those lap dances. But that would mean stripping off his dignity, pouring gasoline on it and lighting it up on fire.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone calling San's name and informing him that he had a client.
Beomgyu had his jaw dropped.
"At this time of the hour?! What sorcery is this?!", Beomgyu screeched out as the other man winked at him and went away.
In the end he is to blame.(?)
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"Sir, we got them." Yeonjun punched out his words as he entered the suite.
In the leather sofa at the end of the room, sat a man in his late twenties, arms folded, eyes close.
He suddenly stood up, grabbed the gun beside him on the table, and blurted out of the room, swifting past Yeonjun in lightning speed. He strode down the stairs into the hallway.
Two men were forcefully held by his guards. They were shouting out profanities and struggling to break free of their hold.
The man drew out the gun and fired.
Two clean shots. Both fell down. Dead.
"Search them for the diamonds. Raid their houses if not found.",said the man, as he pulled down his gun. The guards nodded and went away, picking up the bodies. Last time one guy had dragged a body, he had ended up dead, because he stained the carpet.
Kang Taehyun walked back to Yeonjun who was standing at the corridor to the hallway and threw him the gun. Yeonjun caught it with one hand and turned his head to look at Taehyun.
"Just how many times do I have to tell you hyung, not to call me sir?", said Taehyun.
Yeonjun laughed, "Haha, sorry, Tae."
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Yeah. I dont know what I just wrote.
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P.s. I have another fanfiction in process.
