"Do hell with you and your pretentious love, Namjoon! Just leave me alone, will you?!" you shouted, your angry eyes locking onto his, only to find him smiling innocently, which made you grit your teeth in frustration.
He had become so much more stub...
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It was already eleven at night, and you were in your office with an annoyed expression, scanning through documents when Mark came in with a pile of files.
"Ms. Y/N, Jackson sir called to say he's busy tonight and won't be coming back... he—"
"Yeah, I know. He's not coming back now," you interrupted, your frustration evident.
Lately, Jackson has been testing your patience. He was barely focused on the case, spending most of his time with his girlfriend. Tonight, too, he had ditched you at the last minute. You understood the need to balance relationships, but it was starting to affect his work, and that was crossing a line.
The worst part? After spending all his time with her, he'd show up and irritate you with endless apologies, as if that would make up for it.
"Mark," you said sharply, still fuming.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Find me a private detective—someone who will work personally for me. If Jackson can't handle it, I'll take matters into my own hands."
Mark nodded, sensing the seriousness in your tone. This case wasn't waiting around for anyone's personal life to settle down, and neither were you.
"Sure, ma'am... but it might take some time," Mark replied, sounding a bit uncertain.
"Take your time," you reassured him with a small smile. He nodded and left the office.
As you began winding up your work, ready to finally head home, your phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, you noticed it was an unknown number.
You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the phone. Unknown numbers at this hour never brought good news. With a sigh, you picked it up and answered.
"Hello?" you said, bracing yourself for whatever might come next. You were expecting those repeated threat calls but it was something strange.
[ H-hello >
< yeah, who's this...?]
[Hi...I'm jake from night street club......actually miss your fiancé --- >
< wait who...?]
You cut him off, not sure you heard him right.
[Your fiancé, Mr. Namjoon. He's drunk, and I don't think he'll be able to drive home. Could you come pick him up?>
<I'm so confused right now-]
You couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief.
Of all the things Namjoon could be doing, causing trouble and being labeled as your fiancé wasn't something you expected to deal with tonight.
