"Felix..."

"Hmm?"

"On which station does Seungmin work?"

"Huh?"

"On which station does your officer friend work?"

"Uhm... Gangnam West 3. Why?"

"Just interested..."

"I can introduce you to each other! The last time I tried that, you kind of just run aw- Jisung?"

Jisung POV

I feel kind of bad for leaving Felix behind on his own, but I need to fix this now. Is igh looking ip the police station. Where is the archive in a police station placed?

I walk through the corridors, ignoring the weird glances from all sides. Finally I found the right door. I opened it without knocking. A guard tries to stop me, but I just lifted him up by his meck, pressing him against the wall, lifted up a few centimeters. He chokes, but i couldn't care less. I look around. My eyes find a young man, sitting on a desk in the middle of papers and computers.

He looks up at me, but he doesn't seem intered in what I am doing. He seems unfazed.

"How can I help you."

The guard in my hand takes a last choked breathe. I let go of his neck and he collapses on the floor.

"Name?", I ask cold.

"Minho. Lee Minho."

I nodded, taking steps closer, after taking my tiem to close the room.

"And you are like... the chef here?"

"You could say that. And you are?"

"Not important. I need you to fake some documents for me."

The guy still looks unimpressed.

"Not interested. You probably will be, when you knwo which name I go by."

"You don't seem to tell me. So, I guess we will never know..."

I lick over my lips, grinning. I like him. He is sassy.

"Jisung. Han Jisung. Born in Malaysa..."

The man's eyes went big. His hand searches for his phone. But this chance is long missed. I smirk, while playing with his phone, leaning against the table.

"Not so fast, darling. We are just getting started. Do you really want it to end so soon?", I throw his phone across the room (not me listening to this line in jealousy, jealousy the moment I write it T-T)

"There are exactly 27 weapons in this room... 7 of them are the guard's ones."

I lean forward, flicking his forehead.

"One of them is your gun."

I lay down his gun infront of me.

"One of them is the little knofe you always carry on your ankle..."

My feet slowly strokes over his ankle, where the knife is.

"I have to tell you, the knofe won't kill me, but two guns, four little knives and two swords could..."

"You missed ten out."

"Ten for the ten grenades hidden in the room, whoch ho up if i press my blue ring..."

I lean forward close to his face, licking one stripe over his whole face wothout tocihing him anywhere else...

"So... You gonna write this document or not?"