ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ C15

@❛ seora k。 "You can say I have accurate sensors, even with things I can't see or explain..." Mino's small brims tug upwards in a wide smirk wiggling his eyebrows "But I am taking you on a dinner, just a different kind of food dinner. Don't you think?" His right hand landed roughly on her , groaning lowly feeling the firm gluteus against his palm. "Don't worry, I'm not here to give you anything but a good time, baby. I won't cause you any disturbance" He followed without caring where she would take him, either if she was a dangerous girl or not, he couldn't care less. His was speaking louder and louder with each touch and word. It's like she pushed his right buttons and he was just taking the opportunity to release. Arriving by the apartment door, Mino pinned her against the wall, pressing his whole body on hers while having his lips on hers. Almost as if he was feeding off her sensuality.

@❛ mino s。 "I like to think of myself as an open-minded individual. Oh you just knew it, huh? You seem to sense a lot of ." Seora's eyes continued to search his, knowing this was probably a bad idea but finding herself less caring than normal. "Whatever you say. A nice guy? Tsk. Nice guys take girls to dinner, baby." She gently shoved him once he stood up, slightly annoyed by his cocky attitude. "I'd like to be able to keep my lease here so calm down." She then squeezed his hand again as she escorted him out of the lounge and in the direction of her building. "Don't get too eager now. We still have a ways until we make it." Her voice softened once more and she tried to ignore his obvious staring. Of course he would. Did she want him? Sure. Was she prepared to be bombarded with all his comments today? Absolutely not. And so, to an outsider, she seemed uninterested when in fact she was ready to break this boy apart.

@❛ yein j。 "Yeah I'll get it to you tomorrow. Promise. If something comes up, I'll let you know. Bye!" Seora cheerfully called out to her coworker as she made her way into her office, closing the door behind her. It was the end of her workday and she was more than happy to go home. Life was chaotic enough and a nice dinner and some snake kisses were the best remedy for a long day. She tucked a few files into her nearby cabinet, then stuffing the remaining ones into her bag next to her paperwork smothered desk. It was then that she saw it.

Among the stark white pages covered in black text and a rainbow of highlighter marks, a solitary cream note sat atop them all. "Isn't what you're doing wrong?", it asked, as though it were taunting her. Was what wrong? Solving crimes? Prodding at dead bodies for answers? It wasn't the ideal career, but it was moral. How odd. Seora pursed her ruby tinted lips as she took the note off her desk and slid it into her coat pocket. Perhaps she could find the writer of the note when she got home.

Between school, college, and residency, she'd met far more people than she cared to admit. This fact alone made the list of suspects quite long. A number of her classmates and neighbors knew where she worked. Any number of them could've had a receptionist leave a note on her desk, though it was a rather odd one at that. An old friend, a teacher, an ex. Anybody really. With one final sigh as she reached for her keys, she left her office, flicking off the lights on her way out and making her way home.