Being a police investigator has always been tough work, especially when she classified as a young, beautiful, and cunning one.
Though... No case has had her more perplexed than this.
Along with her partner; Yang Seungbae, the intelligent bombshell...
"No thank you. I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience considering how far away my place is." I politely decline his question, secretly hoping that he doesn't press the matter further.
"Alright. I'll meet you then." There's a hint of disappointment in his voice that I could honestly care less about after coming to my senses.
"Looking forward to seeing you, Sangwoo." After saying our goodbyes I hang up the phone, dropping it onto the table as I bury my head in my hands. The memory of the rohypnol box doesn't fail to send chills down my spine, and after discarding my lust for Sangwoo and regaining my rationality--I realize that he completely matches the descriptions of the serial killer I'm searching for.
"What is wrong with me..." I whisper, mentally beating myself up for prioritizing my lust over the case in front of me.
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"Hey gorgeous, how are you doing?" I can hear someone taking a seat beside me, but I decide to keep quiet, glancing at my wristwatch that reads 9:15.
"He's late..." I mumble, irritatingly tapping my crimson nails on the bar counter. The man beside me gives up after a few tries, cursing me out under his breath when he realizes he won't get anything out of trying to talk me up. Although he mumbles it loud enough to allow me to hear it, I show no reaction which only seems to piss him off even more.
'There's more to that when you work in the police force, asshole.'
I glance up and see a familiar face approaching me from the other side of the bar counter. His warm smile melts away any previous resentment and irritation, and I find myself smiling back without noticing.
"One pincher vodka for you tonight?" Yoonbum asks, and I shake my head lightly.
"No. One coke and rum, please. And keep the tab open as well" Yoonbum puffs his bottom lip out in slight disappointment at his failed guess. "I'm impressed that you memorized my order from two weeks ago, Yoonbum."
"The rarity that is dissing a rude patron doesn't happen everyday, you know."
"Then how often does it happen?" I let out a puff of air, watching Yoonbum's skilled hands working on the drink in front of me.
"Hmm... Every other day?" Clank. Yoonbum's eyes lift from the drink to peer into mine, narrowing into crescent moons. "Plus, it's not everyday that you see a lady as unforgettably pretty as yourself." Yoonbum gives me a sly wink despite the shy blush gracing his cheeks, and I can tell that some of it is lip service that comes from being a bartender.
"I'm flattered Yoonbum." I slide the drink closer to my and pick it up to sip on it. The blend of sweetness, tang and bitterness reach my palate, and I close my eyes at the taste in pleasure. "Though, flattery won't get me to buy anymore pincher vodka's. I would like to keep my wits about me." Upon opening my eyes, I catch Yoonbum looking at the entrance of the bar as if he's keeping an eye out for someone. I smirk against the glass, and decide to tease him a little.
"Besides...I'm not the one you found unforgettably attractive that night, am I?" Yoonbum's eyes immediately mine upon the comment, and I can tell I've hit the jackpot even with his response.
"I-I'm not..." Yoonbum trails off.
"Your cheeks tell me otherwise, hon." I chuckle at his face that is now the shade of a tomato. "His name is Sangwoo."
"I know," Yoonbum interjects, and I cock an eyebrow at his instantaneous response.
"You do? I'm assuming you've met, then."
"Not exactly. He frequents this bar quite often." Yoonbum says, placing his hand on the counter so that he can lean in a little closer. "He likes to chat up girls almost every time he's here, so I pretty know his entire life story after listening to it on repeat like a broken record." My ears perk up at Yoonbum's information.
'Multiple girls. He might just be a fuck-boy, but once again he has rohypnol.'
I lock eyes with Yoonbum, and search his eyes for any sign of malice judging by his body language, but see nothing alarming.
'Yoonbum could be in on Sangwoo's potential schemes, but the fact that he doesn't show any physiological warning signs doubles with the fact that he just warned me about Sangwoo's fuck-boy tendencies.'
I decide to set a trap up for Yoonbum, using every sense in my body to detect any suspicious behaviour. "It must be the drugs."
"Pardon?" He asks, a look of shock immediately overcoming his soft features. "Did I just hear that correctly?"
I decide not to answer him, instead leaning into him so that he can hear over the rowdiness of the bar. "Make sure you keep an eye on any drinks he buys from now on."
Yoonbum looks worried, but nods hesitantly without asking anymore questions. When his eyes leave my form, he immediately looks up. I can see his muscles tense up as he peers behind my speechless, and I follow his eyes to find the devil himself.
"And just what about my drinks do you two need to keep an eye out for?" Sangwoo asks, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
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To be continued...
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This fanart will also be in the next chapter because I added it in late and wanted more readers to see what I envision Sangwoo like oop-
