| CORRUPTION | Sangwoo x Reader x Seungbae LEMON

INVESTIGATOR

I lift my drink to my lips, downing the contents before setting the glass onto the counter with a bang as I let out a relieved sigh.

Other than sex, nothing was better than scotch on the rocks after a long day.

"You have a job to do tomorrow. Are you sure you should be drinking right now?" Seungbae nags, worry laced into his voice.

"Don't worry about me. In fact, I actually work better drunk. As long as you don't get me to talk to anyone stupid," I retort, practically spitting the words onto the counter.

He sighs heavily, shifting his bottom off of the tall chair to stand straight. I look up to him, his body towering over my own. Despite Seungbae being tall and muscular, I had never seen him in 'that way' at all. Probably due to the fact that his personality was as complex as a wooden plank.

"Stupid stone face," I murmur under my breath, averting my gaze from his form.

"What was that?" he snaps, pulling his car keys out of his back pocket. Ignoring him completely, I stay silent, before feeling a hand on my shoulder.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

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The car ride home was just about the epitome of awkward.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, gazing out the window as Seungbae continues to drive in silence. Wanting to break the atmosphere, I look to my right to see his face completely locked onto the road, giving it about 200% of his attention. My eyes trace his features, finally being able to see them up close and personal. Maybe if he slicked back his hair and took off those hideous glasses, he would've gotten somewhere with the ladies. Suddenly--in the silence of the convertible--I hear my heartbeat growing quicker with every passing second.

'He really was good looking after all.'

"Hey... Seungbae...?" I ask, eyes lighting up as he averts his gaze from the road to glance at me.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Do you perhaps..." I begin, unbuckling my seatbelt and leaning in closer. "...Want to stay at my place for the night...?" At this point, my lips are brushing against his ear, the pounding in my heart refusing to cease. He flinches as soon as he feels my breath, eyes still focused on driving.

"(F/N)... You know I can't do that." He takes one of his hands off the steering wheel, before covering my face with his palm and shoving me away. I huff in disappointment, crossing my arms as I flop back down into my seat. This wasn't right.

That trick always worked on men.

The rest of the drive continued on in silence, the repeated sound of Seungbae adjusting his glasses being the only thing to disturb the lack of noise.

Throughout the drive, I think about the ways that I can brush off my previous attempt of flirting, my main course of action being that I blame my actions on the scotch I had earlier.

No. He knows I'm a heavy drinker.

Should I admit that he was better looking than I had initially thought?

No. That just sounds stupid.

I let out a heavy sigh, running one of my hands through my hair as I continue to contemplate my game plan. Before I know it, the car comes to a halt, and I look out the car window to see my apartment complex. Seungbae gestures with his eyes for me to get out, and I momentarily hesitate, wanting to push the previous subject out of the way completely.

I step out of the car, inwardly cursing myself as I make my way to the opposite end. "Thank you for driving me..." I trail off, resting my hands on the ledge of the open window.

"You're welcome," he responds, adjusting his glasses once more. "I know that you're a bit tipsy right now, so I'll excuse that little incident earlier."

Wait. What?

Seungbae places his hands back on the steering wheel, his foot pressing on the gas pedal slightly.

"Ah- Wait." He halts, and before he can look at me, I lean down to give him a small peck on the cheek. His eyes widen in surprise, and when I pull back; I eye the pink tint on his cheeks that glow in the darkness of the night.

"Goodnight, Seungbae." I give a small smile, hands curling into fists.

"Goodnight..." He leaves, his car going past the speed limit as he drives away. Once I see that he's completely gone, I bury my face in my hands, heat spreading across my cheeks.

"That was so embarrassing..."

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Rubbing my hair furiously with the towel in my hands, I walk to the dining room. There are several papers laid out on the kitchen table, each one being descriptions of the victims of a serial killer I've been chosen to catch. Even though there's no obvious linkage to the murders, the fact that they've taken place so close together is something to take into consideration. On top of that, the individuals all seem to be similar in at least one aspect.

'The victims mostly seem to be females, that in which are both young and small in stature... The killer is most likely a young male that preys on girls at night, unless it's an older male or female that persuades them into doing things.'

From the victims background checks, it seems that they all come from various social standings. One is the daughter of a CEO of a major computer software company, while another is a daughter of a lower middle class family.

'It doesn't seem as if though money would be a problem... Meaning the killer may be charming them.'

With what though... Good looks?

My mind wanders back to Seungbae, and a sudden realization hits me straight in the head.

"Want to stay at my place for the night...?"

The victims are young females, that in which are party goers, attractive, and small in stature. Men must be crawling over them when they go out. Meaning, they must be picky in taste.

A handsome young man would be able to tide them over, maybe even lead them to a place that's isolated. That's when he'd strike, either killing them or incapacitating them to hold as hostage. Though, not for money, or he would only target the rich females.

"Is he killing these girls for enjoyment?" I ask myself, face hovering over the various papers. I give them a wry smile, remembering the markings, cuts, and bruises on the bodies of one of the individuals. Knife marks, shattered bones, and rope burns that turn the skin raw.

"He's been kidnapping these girls and killing them for no reason at all. Sick bastard..."

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Seungbae steps on the gas pedal with an immense amount of pressure, causing the car to go far past the speed limit. He runs a hand through his already dishevelled hair, face burning up as he notices his pants constricting the sudden growth down there.

"Damn it, (First name)..."

To be continued...