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To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

Pairing: Detective!Wonwoo x Detective!Reader (mentioning Detective!Seungkwan, Hansol, Jeonghan and Prosecutor!Mingyu)

Genre: Mystery, Angst, Romance, Slow-burn

Summary: Eight years had passed since you and Wonwoo last worked together, but fate had other plans. The case you thought was behind you resurfaced, pulling you back into the world you thought you'd left behind.

Author note: i apologize for the mistype or misinformation. This had written before Jeonghan's fic and writing this takes a lot of time and thinking. I warn you that this story mostly focusing on the plot and revealing a dark-side of life. Hope it could be a reflection for all of us🌼

There are two compelling reasons driving your determination to work diligently on this case:

1. You know yourself to be a proficient profiler

2 You want to show them, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are indeed a remarkable profiler.

However, a sudden shift in the dynamics of your team has sent ripples of unease through your professional composure. The arrival of Jeon Wonwoo as your new team leader is the source of this disquiet. His name precedes him—a legendary figure known for solving the elusive cold case of Kim Minjeong, a woman who had vanished for a decade, an enigma that had solved five years ago.

As he introduces himself to the team this morning, there's a sense of awe among your colleagues. They welcome him with open arms, but in your heart, a different sentiment brews. A gnawing suspicion lingers. You can't help but wonder if, in the past, you were the one individual he had clashed with in this very room. The room that had seen its share of victories and losses, now witnesses a new, tense undercurrent that could shape the course of this intriguing case.

Captain Jeon's arrival had added another layer of complexity to the already intense situation within the team. As if by fate, news had just arrived that Park Jiheon, a fugitive your team had been relentlessly pursuing, had been located. The entire unit buzzed with a heightened sense of urgency, each member pulled in various directions by the demanding workload.

Your personal drive to prove your worth and expertise intensified. It wasn't just about showcasing your capabilities to your colleagues; it was about silencing the senior detective who had once doubted your potential. His words had cut deep, lingering as a painful reminder of your earlier struggles.

As you were on the verge of boarding another van with your colleagues, Captain Jeon's voice sliced through the commotion, calling your name. His directive was clear, "y/n, you're coming with me." With hesitation, you halted your steps, swiftly switching gears from the bustling chaos to a mindset of unwavering professionalism.

As you settled into the car seat beside Captain Jeon, the engine roared to life, and the pursuit of answers in the Park Jiheon case began in earnest. His first words cut through the tension, "Tell me more about this case."

You wasted no time in briefing him on the crucial details. "Park Jiheon's status has shifted to that of a prime suspect after we discovered his DNA on the victim. He is now implicated in the murder of a woman, a brutal crime involving a knife, and her body found discarded in a lake. What raises suspicion further is the discovery of an unusual message exchange between the victim and someone who may not be Park Jiheon. This suggests the possibility of not a lone perpetrator, but someone else operating in the shadows."

Captain Jeon, his eyes focused on the road ahead, absorbed your explanation. His next question delved into the heart of the matter, "What is his relation to the victim?"

Your response was swift and conclusive, "Zero communication between them before the incident, sir."

A subtle nod from Captain Jeon signaled his understanding of the significance of this detail. "There's definitely someone behind it," he affirmed, echoing your own suspicions. As the pursuit of Park Jiheon and the elusive truth continued down the winding road, the mysteries surrounding the case deepened, and the urgency to unravel them grew stronger.

Captain Jeon's reminder brought a nostalgic twist to the current situation. "And don't call me sir, we used to be partners before," he cautioned, his smile reminiscent of shared memories. It was evident that he chose to remember the camaraderie and successes of the past, a sentiment that earned a mental chuckle from you, he definitely only remember the good one since you were mostly experienced the bad one.

"Understood, sunbae," you responded, reverting to the familiar address you had used when you were a team.

The operation to apprehend Park Jiheon was in full swing as your team arrived at the location, spreading out to cover all possible escape routes. You found yourself paired with Jeon Wonwoo and the rookie, Hyunjin, who had only joined the team a few months ago. The hunt for the suspect began in earnest.

"I haven't seen him, so I trust this to you," Wonwoo stated, placing his confidence in your profiling skills. Hyunjin, eager to assist, provided a description, "He wears a black shirt, sir," but both you and Wonwoo simultaneously dismissed it with a knowing glance, "it could be removed."

You turned to Jeon Wonwoo, sharing the specific identifiers that would make Park Jiheon stand out. "He has darkened bruises on his neck, and he's limping when he walks."

Wonwoo's smile was fleeting as his eyes remained fixed on the task at hand. "There he is," he declared, spotting a man fitting the description, wearing a black shirt and exhibiting the telltale signs of injury, making his way toward a nearby bus station.

"Hyunjin, inform his location to the others. Y/n, you come with me," Wonwoo instructed, and you nodded in acknowledgment as you both moved toward the suspect with cautious intent.

However, the operation took an unexpected turn. The wail of sirens suddenly pierced the air, startling both you and Wonwoo, and, of course, Park Jiheon. In a panicked moment, he seized an opportunity, darting towards a passing delivery motorcycle, snatching it, and speeding away.

You and Wonwoo immediately gave chase on foot, the adrenaline surging through your veins. You covered miles, running tirelessly, yet ultimately losing sight of Park Jiheon in the chaos of the chase. Exhausted and disheartened, you finally came to a halt, gasping for breath, with little hope of Hyunjin or anyone else catching up.

Turning your gaze to Jeon Wonwoo, you couldn't help but notice the frustration etched on his face. He had lost his quarry, but it wasn't just that; there was also an unmistakable irritation stemming from the less-than-ideal coordination of the team he had only joined earlier that morning. The mission had taken an unexpected turn, leaving you both grappling with the consequences of a missed opportunity.

The abrupt sound of a marker hitting the desk jolted everyone in the room. It was the first day of work with Captain Jeon Wonwoo at the helm, and the atmosphere had taken a sharp turn. The tension in the room was palpable, and humor was the last thing on anyone's mind.

In response to the unexpected outburst, you and your team members swiftly lined up in front of him, heads bowed, hands folded, a show of respect and readiness to address the situation. While you were not the oldest on the team, you and Detective Seo Taekwang, in his late 40s, were the experienced ones responsible for guiding the three others: Hansol, Seungkwan, and the rookie, Hyunjin.

Captain Jeon's frustration was evident as he vented his disappointment. "This is too much. Like missing the train that had been waiting in front of you. Do you guys even know the basics of pursuing?" he began, his words a mix of exasperation and concern. He turned to Detective Seo, who had 15 years of experience under his belt, and then to you, with a decade of service. "Detective Seo, it's been 15 years! Detective Ji, you've been at this for 10 years! Have you ever taught these three to catch up, to take the initiative, to head to the car and..."

His sentence trailed off, frustration evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find words to convey his disappointment. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the room, a stark reminder that there was much work to be done to bring the team up to the standards expected by their new leader.

While waiting for the next report, Captain Jeon Wonwoo made his directives clear. "I want you to learn again about basic pursuing. Detective Ji, monitor them. Detective Seo, you can follow me."

As Captain Jeon and Detective Seo left the room, leaving you in charge of the team, the tension began to dissipate. You could hear Seungkwan's apprehensive remark about their new team leader being scary, while Hansol remained silent, engrossed in his notes. Hyunjin, on the other hand, appeared to have melted into his chair, overwhelmed by the morning's events.

Seungkwan's comment prompted you to take charge. "Captain Jeon is so scary," he mused, voicing the unease shared by many in the room. You hummed in agreement and swiftly gathered the team's attention. "So am I. Let's relearn pursuit procedures and evaluate what just happened," you suggested, met with mild protests.

Hansol, however, had a question on his mind and raised his hand, seeking clarification. "Can I ask a question?" he inquired, and you nodded, signaling for him to continue. "When there's no instruction by the leader, should we continue pursuing?" he queried.

You provided a nuanced response, "Yes and no, it depends on the situation. There are situations where acting immediately could heighten the risk. As police officers, our aim is to provide solutions that minimize risk. What was your last lesson on pursuit procedures in enforcement school?" you quizzed all three of them.

In unison, they replied, "Terminating."

You delved deeper, "What do you do before you terminate a pursuit?"

Their answers flowed seamlessly, "Crisis intervention, assessment, and de-escalation."

Your smile conveyed approval as Hansol provided the correct response. "That's right," you affirmed. "Minimizing potential danger is crucial in our line of work. We must always weigh the risks and benefits when deciding whether to continue or terminate a pursuit."

It was evident that the team had a solid understanding of the basic principles, and your aim was not just to instruct but to reinforce their knowledge and decision-making skills. As you sensed their confidence growing, you decided to lighten the mood.

"I think you all have a good grasp of this," you said with a grin. "Let's put the theory into practice after our coffee break. But for now, let's enjoy that coffee and recharge." The offer of a coffee break was met with smiles and nods, a welcome respite from the intense morning.

'This is what would happened if you keep doing everything on your own!'

'With that head of yours, how could you be a good detective on the future?'

"That was a bit harsh, wasn't it?" A sudden voice disrupted your daydream. It was Yoon Jeonghan, a friend turned colleague from your academic days. His smile softened the tension that had settled in your shoulders. You sighed, knowing he had overheard Captain Wonwoo's reprimand.

"And loud too, right?" You quipped, rolling your eyes as Jeonghan burst into laughter.

"I was a bit worried about Seungkwan; he's the child of Chief Boo, after all," Jeonghan commented, his concern evident. You sighed again, dreading the moment when Captain Jeon would find out about this fact. "Can't wait until he hears about it," you responded sarcastically, feigning enthusiasm.

"Glad they have great seniors like you and Detective Seo," Jeonghan praised, and you graciously accepted the compliment. Memories of the old days filled your thoughts. "You know how hard it was for us, and we used to miss having a nice senior," you reminisced, a longing for a mentor figure evident in your voice.

Jeonghan nodded, understanding your concerns. "We're getting older, and they're the people we'll rely on in the future, right? Investing your time to give them the best guidance is what everyone needs in the team."

You released your third sigh, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. "Want to switch and become our leader instead?" You asked him, adding a touch of humor to the conversation.

As you continued to chat with Jeonghan, you couldn't help but appreciate the support and camaraderie you had in the police department. In this demanding profession, having friends like Jeonghan who understood the challenges was a true blessing.

A sudden, ring interrupted your conversation with Jeonghan. You glanced at your phone, recognizing the caller as Hyunjin. You swiftly answered, only to be met with urgent words.

"Park Jiheon is on his way to the ferry. He's about to run away," Hyunjin urgently informed you.

Your heart raced as you realized the gravity of the situation. You knew you had to act swiftly. "I need to go," you said to Jeonghan, abandoning your half-empty cup of coffee and tossing it into the nearby bin.

Without hesitation, Jeonghan offered his assistance. "I'll drive you. My car is right there," he said, grabbing your arm and guiding you toward his waiting vehicle.

You both sprinted to his car, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you realized the urgency of the situation. Jeonghan's car roared to life, and you sped off toward the location given by the dispatcher. The tension in the car was palpable, and Jeonghan glanced at you, concern etched across his face.

"Do you need assistance from my team?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the offer. The image of Captain Jeon's stern face flashed before your eyes, and you realized that accepting without his consent could have dire consequences. "Thank you, Jeonghan, but I'll handle this on my own for now," you replied, your voice resolute, though a trace of worry lingered.

As you arrived at the location with your younger team members, you quickly assessed the situation. Captain Jeon and Detective Seo were chasing Park Jiheon, who was on the run. You signaled to your team members to pursue them while you and Jeonghan took a different route.

Your heart pounded as you sprinted through the labyrinthine streets, determined to catch Park Jiheon. Finally, you spotted him ahead and made a split-second decision. You lunged forward, delivering a powerful flying kick that sent Park Jiheon sprawling to the ground.

With Park Jiheon incapacitated, you moved in to handcuff him. But before you could complete the arrest, chaos erupted. Out of nowhere, a group of 15 to 20 people swarmed your location, and in their midst was Seungkwan, held at gunpoint with a weapon pressed against his temple.

Panic surged through you, but you maintained your composure. You signaled to Jeonghan to call for backup from the station. As you surveyed the situation, you noticed something peculiar about these individuals. They didn't appear to be Park Jiheon's associates. Their attire was rugged, and their physical appearance suggested they were not accustomed to this kind of operation.

Captain Wonwoo took advantage of the moment, taunting Park Jiheon. However, the response from the group was lackluster and unconvincing. Your profiler's intuition kicked in, and you leaned toward the possibility that they were hired to intimidate the police rather than being genuinely affiliated with Park Jiheon.

Your attention then shifted to Seungkwan, who was struggling against his captor. He subtly shook his head, signaling that the situation wasn't what it seemed. You studied the way the man held the gun, realizing he appeared inexperienced, possibly handling a firearm for the first time or even using a fake one.

You exchanged a knowing glance with Seungkwan and gave him a subtle nod. In a sudden and decisive move, Seungkwan expertly flipped his captor, setting off a chain reaction as the rest of your team members sprang into action.

It was clear that Seungkwan's judo skills had shifted the tide in your favor. The brawl that ensued was intense, but with teamwork and skill, your team managed to overpower the intruders, disarming them and securing the situation.

"From their alibi, we've learned that they were instructed by phone to assist Park Jiheon in escaping. There's a possibility that Park Jiheon is in possession of something significant, which is why they're helping him. It would have been more logical for them to allow him to be captured without directly involving themselves, but that's not the case," Captain Jeon briefed all the team members, addressing the perplexing situation.

"We should listen to Park Jiheon's alibi and try to determine who he's working for," Detective Seo suggested.

Captain Jeon concurred with a solemn nod. "Hansol, search for any unusual transactions in his bank account. Hyunjin, analyze his phone and report anything that could support our case. Detective Seo, can you and Seungkwan investigate his alibi by tonight?" The rest of the team acknowledged their assignments with swift nods of understanding.

Finally, Captain Jeon's gaze shifted to you, his expression unwavering. "Detective Ji, you'll come with me."

Captain Jeon drove you to the scene where the victim had been discovered, a tranquil lake nestled near a manufacturing village. The waters mirrored the somber atmosphere that had descended upon your team as you delved deeper into this enigmatic case.

As you gazed out at the serene landscape, Captain Jeon suddenly broke the silence with a probing question. "Have you checked Park Jiheon's background, Y/n?" His eyes flickered with a mix of determination and curiosity.

You nodded, recalling the details you had unearthed. "He used to be a murder suspect in the case of his own wife. However, we couldn't gather enough evidence, and it remained a cold case," you recounted, the memories of that unsolved mystery resurfacing.

Captain Jeon's expression remained stern as he continued to enlighten you. "He also had a significant amount of debt due to gambling. It's plausible that he was promised a huge mount of money to handle this murder," he added, providing crucial insight into Park Jiheon's motivations.

The puzzle deepened with the revelation that Park Jiheon had resurfaced as a suspect in a different murder, using a completely distinct modus operandi. It was a risky move for someone who wanted to evade capture, signaling a complexity to this case that you couldn't ignore.

"We need to uncover the truth behind his wife's case first," you asserted, your voice resolute. Captain Jeon nodded in agreement. "By doing that, we might gain a clearer perspective on whether someone else is orchestrating these crimes."

After hours of intense interrogation, you and your team finally obtained the crucial information you needed to confirm the unthinkable. Park Jiheon, the man who had initially been a mere suspect, was indeed the murderer of the victim found in the tranquil lake. The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the room, casting a chilling silence over the investigators.

Park Jiheon's demeanor during the questioning had been unnerving, to say the least. He remained stoically silent when confronted with the damning message found on his phone, a message that connected him to unknown individuals and hinted at a web of intrigue and danger. He seemed resolute, unwilling to divulge any information about the people he had been working for or the sinister motives behind this gruesome act.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Park Jiheon's status transitioned from that of a mere suspect to a perpetrator. But amidst this grim revelation, your team decided to delve even deeper into the darkness surrounding Park Jiheon. A collective decision was made to reopen the long-forgotten cold case of Park Jiheon's wife, whose mysterious disappearance had remained unsolved for far too long. With determination burning in your eyes, you prepared to submit a letter of request, seeking permission to pursue this case further.

In the dimly lit room, the conversation took a tense turn. It was just the two of you now, the late-night shift casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Hansol had left to grab a late-night snack, leaving you and Jeon Wonwoo alone in the midst of your work.

Wonwoo's unexpected question about your father caught you off guard, causing you to stop piling the papers in front of you. You turned to face him, your expression guarded as you replied, "I don't discuss personal matters at work, sunbae," and then resumed your tasks, a clear indication that the topic was off-limits.

But Jeon Wonwoo persisted, his words needling at your patience. "I'm sorry, the last thing I remember about you is how your father kept meddling in our cases," he remarked, his tone deliberate, seemingly designed to provoke a reaction.

You tried to maintain your composure, offering a strained smile. Your folded arms betrayed the annoyance simmering beneath the surface as you replied, "I'm not sure what you're getting at, Captain Jeon."

Wonwoo's gaze remained fixed on you as he continued, "Didn't you secure your position because of him?" His eyes drifted to your rank insignia, displaying your status as a Detective 3.

Your response was curt, laced with a hint of defensiveness, "That's a bold accusation to make without any proof, coming from a fellow police officer."

Jeon Wonwoo's smile widened at your reaction, a wry glint in his eyes. "Your father may not be a commissioner anymore, Y/n," he remarked, his tone calm and measured, "but perhaps it's time for you to learn to push your arrogance aside."

The unspoken tension lingered in the room, an invisible barrier dividing the two of you. The room seemed to grow even smaller, suffused with an uncomfortable energy that crackled between you and Jeon Wonwoo. Memories of the past weighed heavily in the air. There was a time when the two of you had been on the same team, working closely together when your father held a powerful position as a commissioner. Back then, it had been a different dynamic, one filled with camaraderie and shared goals. But now, the dynamics had shifted, and the connection you once had seemed to have fractured. Wonwoo's rise through the ranks had come without the same influential backing that had been bestowed upon you, and it was clear that it had left a bitter taste.

"Sunbae, i can't find your hotteok at this hour."

Eventually, Hansol returned with a selection of snacks, not hotteok, but an assortment of tteokbokki and others. The three of you gathered around a small table in the corner of the room, creating a makeshift late-night snack feast. As you opened the bags and unwrapped the sweets, a sense of camaraderie began to replace the earlier tension.

Hansol broke the ice with a wry grin. "Well, it seems hotteok will have to wait until tomorrow, unless one of you wants to go on a culinary adventure across town."

You chuckled, grabbing a handful of honey butter chip. "Maybe next time, Hansol."

Jeon Wonwoo joined in, taking a candy bar. "So, Y/n, you mentioned something about a similar case to Park Jiheon's earlier."

You nodded, your professional instincts kicking in. "Yes, it was just a hunch, but there have been a few cases lately with peculiar patterns. Unsolved murders where the victims seemed connected to some shadowy underworld. It reminded me of Park Jiheon's situation."

Hansol leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Do you think there might be a bigger organization involved?"

You shrugged, sipping on a can of soda. "It's hard to say, but it's worth looking into. If there's any chance of finding a lead in those cases, we should pursue it."

Jeon Wonwoo nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We can start by gathering all available information on those cases and see if any common threads emerge."

As you meticulously analyzed the cases with the help of Hansol and the gathered information from the other detectives, a pattern began to emerge, one that sent shivers down your spine. It became evident that the perpetrators in these unsolved cases had a disturbing modus operandi—they all disposed of their victims by throwing them into bodies of water, whether it be a lake, river, or a well.

With the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together, you gathered your findings and presented them to the team. "I've compiled the profiles of the victims, their sequence, and the techniques used," you began, your voice carrying a sense of urgency. "And here's something intriguing. The common thread we've been missing is the connection between the victims and the perpetrators."

Wonwoo leaned in, his eyes fixed on the information you had laid out. "So, what did you find?"

You pointed to a name on the list. "Jang Junghyuk, a producer of JJ Label. All of the victims had a shared history—they were once trainees under this man, including Park Jiheon's victim, Kang Hye-jin."

As you and Hansol delved further into the details of the interconnected cases, you couldn't help but notice the distracted look in Jeon Wonwoo's eyes. It was as if something from the past had momentarily pulled him away from the present investigation.

You followed his gaze to a photo on the table, one of the victims from a case that had been solved a decade ago. The weight of that past experience seemed to resurface, causing him to shake his head in an attempt to regain his focus. His mind appeared to be grappling with a multitude of emotions and memories.

Respecting his need to collect himself, you continued to explain the intricate connections between the cases, hoping that the newly uncovered lead would provide a breakthrough in solving these mysteries. The room remained silent, save for the sound of your voice and the rustling of papers, as you pressed forward, determined to uncover the truth that had eluded you for far too long.

Jeon Wonwoo, despite his momentary distraction, remained an integral part of the team. You knew that he, too, was committed to resolving these cases, even as the past continued to cast its long shadow over your shared journey into the darkness of these interconnected mysteries.

CASE 140220U3075

Name of Victim: Jeon Wonhee

Sex: Female

Age: 24th

Cause of Death: Knife stabbing (3 stabs founded)

Location of Found: South Edge of Han River

Jeon Wonwoo's illustrious career as a detective had spanned an impressive 16 years. Throughout this time, he had weathered the storms of countless cases, each with its own unique challenges and intricacies. Victories had been sweet, but losses had weighed heavily on his conscience. Yet, through it all, his unwavering dedication to his work remained a steadfast pillar in his life. Over the years, Wonwoo had delved into the darkest corners of humanity, peeling back layers of deception, uncovering secrets, and delivering justice to those who deserved it. He had earned a well-deserved reputation as a relentless and principled investigator, a badge of honor he wore with humility. However, a tragic turn of events shook the very foundation of his life. Something terrible had happened to his family, specifically to his younger sister.

It was a case that hit too close to home, and Wonwoo was determined to uncover the truth behind the tragedy. His beloved sister had fallen victim to a crime that remained unsolved, haunting him like a persistent ghost. Every lead he had chased, every dead end he had hit, it all led to an agonizing dead halt. Wonwoo's pursuit of justice now took a deeply personal turn as he yearned to find the answers that had eluded him for too long.

Just as he was on the cusp of a breakthrough in his sister's case, a new commissioner took office, bringing with him a tide of changes. Wonwoo's hopes for progress were abruptly dashed as the new commissioner seemed more interested in reshaping the department and prioritizing high-profile cases.

To further compound his frustration, you were placed on his team, a move that had been orchestrated by your influential father. Your reckless actions in the past had caused his team to fail in securing critical evidence, forcing a case to come to an abrupt halt. The wounds from that failure still festered within him, and your presence served as a constant reminder of the past misstep.

Despite the strained dynamic between you and Wonwoo, the team needed to function cohesively, especially as you were all now facing an intricate and interconnected series of cases. The past weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the determination to find justice for his sister fueled his every move.

"You good, bro?" Kim Mingyu, Wonwoo's best friend since their days at the enforcement school, had an uncanny knack for disrupting his moments of solitude. A cold soda can made a sudden appearance, gently tapping against Wonwoo's cheek as Mingyu couldn't resist interrupting his quality "me time."

Wonwoo accepted the offering, his curiosity piqued. "What are you doing here?" he asked, standing in the bustling center of the police station.

Mingyu settled beside him, still in his prosecutor's suit. "Just met Detective Ji," he replied casually, "and she asked me to get involved in your case."

Wonwoo's brows furrowed at the mention of Ji Y/n. "Ji Y/n?" He repeated, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Hm.. Your team mate. Can't believe you guys will meet again after... What? 7 years? Fate," Mingyu added with a teasing tone, a chuckle escaping his lips as he reminisced about the considerable amount of tension that once existed between Wonwoo and you. The memories of your past interactions seemed to resurface, casting a shadow over the present moment. Wonwoo couldn't help but recall the moments when he and you had crossed paths, and his less-than-friendly demeanor had made a lasting impression. Now, fate had brought you back into his life, and he couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected reunion would impact the ongoing investigations and the unresolved tensions between you both.

Mingyu's advice hung heavy in the air as he mentioned the connection between Wonhee's case and the ongoing investigation. The weight of the unsolved mystery surrounding his sister had always loomed over Wonwoo's life, and now, it seemed to be intertwined with these new complexities.

"I read the report. I saw Wonhee's case is potentially related to this case," Mingyu remarked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and caution. "I don't want to say this, but I hope you don't let your emotions get the best of you."

Wonwoo let out a weary sigh, his conflicted feelings evident in the furrow of his brow. He knew he had to maintain control over his emotions, but it wasn't as simple as flicking a switch. The anguish and determination that came with his sister's case were a part of him, deeply ingrained and impossible to ignore.

The memories of how his emotions had cost him dearly in the past haunted Wonwoo. He had seen firsthand the devastating consequences of letting his feelings take control. Each time it had happened, the toll had been immeasurable.

The loss of crucial evidence in Wonhee's case was a wound that still festered. His unchecked emotions had clouded his judgment, causing him to overlook a vital piece of information that might have brought him closer to the truth.

A failed relationship, too, had crumbled under the weight of his obsession with a case. He had become so engrossed in his work that he had neglected the person who cared about him the most, ultimately driving her away.

And then there was the painful memory of a junior colleague who had paid the price for Wonwoo's oversensitivity. In the relentless pursuit of justice, Wonwoo had pushed his junior too hard, leading to their tragic exit from the team.

As he faced yet another complex case, Wonwoo was acutely aware of the delicate balance he had to strike between his unwavering dedication to his work and the emotions that could, if left unchecked, unravel everything he held dear. The scars from his past mistakes served as a constant reminder of the high stakes and the unforgiving nature of the world he operated in.

"I might like you," he remembers finally admitted to you, his voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and longing. Two years of mentoring you, observing your determination and charm, had led him to develop deep feelings. It was a rare and treacherous journey for him, his heart having been closed off for so long, and you represented a profound shift in his life.

However, their professional lives demanded immediate attention as news of the suspect's location spread. The team was thrust into a frenzy of activity, each member focused on pursuing the elusive Yoo Taesung, a critical figure in Jeon Wonhee's tragic murder.

As the case unfolded, a recklessness that had caused trouble in the past resurfaced. The DNA test results for the knife, a pivotal piece of evidence, went missing, leaving the team in disarray. Accusations flew, and the responsibility ultimately fell on you, as you had been the one to handle the test results.

"I swear it was him. I read it," you insisted, a note of desperation in your voice, believing that you had indeed read the results before they mysteriously vanished.

Wonwoo's patience wore thin, and he demanded answers. "Then where's the real one?"

"I don't know," was your painful admission.

The room fell into a stifling silence, and it was clear that the tension had reached its breaking point. Choi Seungcheol, their team leader, attempted to defuse the situation, but the damage was already done.

"This is what would happen if you keep doing everything on your own!" Wonwoo's accusation had cut deep, his frustration evident as he chastised your recklessness. It was a reminder of the times when your determination had veered into stubbornness, endangering not only the cases but also the trust of your colleagues.

"With that head of yours, how could you be a good detective in the future?" His words had left a bitter taste, a searing challenge to your abilities and a stark reminder of the expectations that weighed heavily upon you.

As the silence settled in the room, the gravity of the situation weighed on everyone. The echoes of Wonwoo's anger served as a stark reminder of the fragile line between personal emotions and the relentless pursuit of justice, leaving you to contemplate the impact of your actions on both your career and the relationships you held dear.

"Just because your father is a Commissioner," Wonwoo's voice trembled with frustration, "doesn't mean you can do everything as you wish. Everyone is working hard, and you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wonwoo abruptly turned and stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut with a resounding finality, leaving behind a team stunned into silence. The weight of the unresolved confrontation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the tension that had been building for too long. The team members exchanged uneasy glances, grappling with the aftermath of the emotional exchange. The impact of Wonwoo's harsh words and the abrupt departure left a lingering unease that seemed to settle like a heavy fog in the room.

The deafening silence that followed Wonwoo's departure marked the end of an era, the culmination of a turbulent journey that had been punctuated by a series of professional and personal conflicts. It was a stark reminder of how their last conversation had severed the fragile thread that had once connected you both as colleagues. In the weeks that followed, you were reassigned to your current team, leaving behind Wonwoo and team, deepening to wound on Wonwoo's heart. Meanwhile, Wonwoo's determination to find answers for his sister's case had not wavered. He personally requested further investigation, fueled by his unwavering commitment to uncovering the truth. However, his efforts faced a daunting obstacle in the form of Jung Minhyuk, the Chief Inspector. Minhyuk rejected Wonwoo's request, delivering the devastating news that Commissioner Ji had explicitly requested that the case not be continued. The reasoning was that pursuing the case further could tarnish the reputation of the police force if the public were to learn of the details. This rejection served as a bitter blow to Wonwoo, and it felt as though justice had been sacrificed for the sake of public image. The frustration and helplessness he felt were profound, and it became increasingly clear that the path to closure for his sister's case was fraught with obstacles and resistance from those in positions of power.

A month of tireless dedication and unwavering commitment under Wonwoo's steadfast direction has yielded remarkable results for your team. You've risen through the ranks, progressing from the lowly 10th position in the Criminal and Violence Division to a commendable 6th place.

The transformation is a testament to the collective effort and resilience of your team, as you relentlessly pursue justice, unravel complex cases, and maintain an unyielding commitment to your work. Wonwoo's leadership has played a pivotal role in your ascent, guiding your team through challenges and inspiring your team to excel.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as the team dinner that Wonwoo had promised to everyone days ago finally approached. In the midst of their busy lives, these moments of camaraderie were cherished, offering a respite from the relentless demands of their work.

As time flew by, a somber cloud hung over the team as they grappled with the shocking news of Park Jiheon's sentencing to 30 years in prison. The evidence had revealed his involvement in the murder not only of Kang Hyejin but also of his own wife years ago.

Their resilient team leader, Jeon Wonwoo, remained resolute in his determination to guide Unit 8th toward leading the Criminal and Violence Divisions in the future. With unwavering support from his team members, they had earned the trust of the Chief Inspector, resulting in an influx of challenging cases. However, one mystery still eluded them: the connection between Kang Hyejin and other victims linked to JJ Label. Jang Junghyuk, the enigmatic producer of the label, found himself under the team's scrutiny, but his alibi remained airtight, frustrating their efforts.

"Cheers!" echoed throughout the bustling samgyeopsal restaurant, as the members of your group raised their glasses in unison. The warm glow of camaraderie filled the air as you all sat together, indulging in delicious food and drink. The hours passed by in a blur of laughter and stories.

In this lively setting, your attention was drawn to Wonwoo, who sat directly in front of you. With a bottle of soju in hand, he took charge of pouring his own drink, while a mischievous smile danced on his lips. You couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and gratitude as you reached for the bottle and poured a generous serving into his glass. He met your gaze with a look of appreciation, a silent acknowledgment of your gesture, before savoring the drink.

Suddenly, a vivid memory from the past rushed into your consciousness. It was a memory of you and Wonwoo during your early days, back when he had been your mentor. He had been a strict senior, pushing you to excel, but he never failed to show appreciation whenever you achieved something remarkable. Your mind wandered back to your very first team dinner, held in this very same restaurant. You had been celebrating the successful resolution of a case involving the dismantling of a human trafficking ring, masterminded by Yang Saeguk after he had finally found his purpose in life, a life sentence.

The striking difference was that, during that memorable dinner, Wonwoo had sat right beside you. He had been your shield, protecting you from the senior members who had attempted to get you intoxicated that evening. It was a gesture that had spoken volumes about the bond between you and the unspoken trust that had grown over the months.

As the conversation inside the restaurant continued, Lieutenant Choi, the team leader, held everyone's attention. It was in this moment that Wonwoo leaned in and whispered softly to you, suggesting a break to enjoy some fresh air.

"You want to go outside?" He asked.

You both slipped out of the bustling restaurant and embarked on a quiet walk nearby.

Under the serene night sky, Wonwoo began to ask you about your personal life, and during the course of the conversation, a revelation slipped out: you were the daughter of Ji Namhyuk, the Commissioner of the department. You tried to convey that you had earned your position through your own hard work, but you couldn't deny the fact that your father's influence might have played a role.

Wonwoo, opening up in return, shared that he had a sister your age. He admitted that every time he looked at you, you reminded him of his sister, which had made it easy for him to form a close bond with you.

He continued, his voice laced with sincerity, "But you have your own charms. You're a quick thinker, a great negotiator, and a potential profiler." His words held a warmth that reassured you, giving you a renewed sense of confidence.

"You want to go outside?" A very same question was asked again. But now in present.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to push aside the overwhelming emotions stirred by this conversation. Wonwoo had once been a respected sunbae (senior) and had managed to break down the walls of reserve you had initially held. As you walked together under the night sky, you couldn't help but appreciate the unique connection that had grown between you two, and it was all gone years ago.

As you and Wonwoo stepped outside the restaurant for that impromptu walk, a mixture of emotions swirled within you. It had been a long time since you had seen each other, and now, fate had brought you back together on the same team. The bond you once shared as mentor and mentee had the potential to grow stronger in this new chapter of your professional lives.

Amidst the soft glow of streetlights, Wonwoo couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him. He smiled warmly at you and asked a familiar question, one that he had often posed when you were just a rookie. "How's your progress, Y/n?" His tone held a sense of genuine interest and encouragement.

You couldn't help but smile in response, feeling the familiarity of the moment wash over you. "I've been learning a lot and working hard. Thanks to your guidance back in the past, Sunbae." you replied, your voice reflecting the dedication that had brought you to this point and genuine grateful to him.

Wonwoo's curiosity extended to the rest of the team. "What do you think about Detective Seo?" he inquired, referring to one of your senior colleagues. You thought for a moment and answered, "Detective Seo is a very reliable senior. His experience and knowledge have been invaluable in guiding me."

He then asked about Hansol, another member of the team. "And Hansol?" You considered Hansol's personality and replied, "Hansol is on the calmer side, but he's an astute observer. I think he has the potential to become a great profiler someday."

Next on Wonwoo's list was Seungkwan. "How about Seungkwan?" You chuckled and said, "Seungkwan is a very hardworking junior. He's also quite athletic, which makes him great company when we're out in the field."

Finally, Wonwoo turned his attention to Hyunjin, the rookie of the team. "And what's your take on Hyunjin?"

You grinned playfully, "Well, Hyunjin still has a lot to learn, but he's got a great sense of humor. I think he'll bring some much-needed laughter to the team."

Wonwoo's smile grew warmer as he listened to your answers, his pride evident in his eyes. "You're growing up a lot, Y/n. As a person and as a police officer, and I'm so proud of it."

He then pointed out something that held significant meaning in the world of law enforcement. "I had been mentoring you for two years. Look at you now; you've earned your second stripe," he remarked, referring to the symbol of your ten-year service.

You stopped in your tracks, allowing a few steps of space to form between you and Wonwoo before speaking your mind. "I'm not the same girl from eight years ago, sunbae. These kinds of words won't affect me anymore," you confidently declared, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Wonwoo chuckled softly at your boldness, and he turned his body to continue the walk, leaving you there, flushed with a mix of shyness and nostalgia. "I know," he said over his shoulder, his voice carrying a touch of fondness. "That's why I've always liked you." His words lingered in the air, and you found yourself unable to contain your smile. In this cold night, there's a warmth that you couldn't quite put into words.

In the days following the team dinner, your investigative unit had set its sights on a mysterious building that had drawn attention due to reports of illicit activities. The intel suggested it was a possible hub for prostitution, but the details remained murky. A local resident had come forward, claiming to have witnessed women being forcibly taken into the building from cars, sparking your team's interest.

Seungkwan and Hansol had taken on the daring task of going undercover, posing as customers to gather crucial information from within the establishment. As they emerged from the building, their expressions were visibly perturbed, but their fellow team members couldn't help but chuckle at their less-than-convincing acting efforts.

Amid the laughter, Hansol broke the silence with a disconcerting revelation. "I don't think they're just running your typical prostitution business in there," he confessed, his tone weighed down with concern. "It seems like they're offering something more, Sunbae. Have you ever heard of 'superior IVF'?"

The mention of those words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn't help but whisper in disbelief, "No way..." The gravity of the situation had suddenly escalated beyond what anyone had expected. This was far from a straightforward investigation.

Eager to delve deeper into this enigma, you turned your attention to Seungkwan, who handed you a business card that read "JCare." It was a pivotal lead, and your investigative instincts kicked into high gear. Determined to uncover the truth, you swiftly instructed Hyunjin to initiate a thorough background check on JCare and its key personnel.

"Is IVF means egg donor?" Wonwoo asked, his brow furrowing with concern, and you nodded in response. "I think they're not only running a prostitution business but also involved in women trafficking," he speculated.

Detective Seo, always composed and analytical, chimed in, "We need to gather more information about this business to build a solid case against them."

As your team continued discussing JCare and the mysterious activities within, a deeper and darker picture began to emerge. JCare, it appeared, was no ordinary business. It was a clandestine operation offering a range of illicit services, including prostitution, the sale of women's eggs, and illegal organ donation.

The troubling part was that information about the sources and suppliers of these services remained elusive. It posed a significant challenge to your investigation, as uncovering the origins and intricacies of JCare's operations was crucial to dismantling the entire network.

"We need to get inside their operation," Detective Seo concluded, his mind working quickly to devise a plan. "How about another undercover operation, a carefully prepared one? We could pose as a couple interested in obtaining 'superior IVF,'" he suggested.

Hyunjin and Seungkwan seemed intrigued by the idea. Seungkwan chimed in, "That way, we can gather more data about their victims. They might even show us profiles of potential egg donors," he said as he scrolled through JCare's website.

The question of who would play the undercover couple's roles hung in the air, and Detective Seo's gaze fell upon you. "No!" you protested, met with objections from Hyunjin, Seungkwan, and Senior Detective Seo Taekwang. "You're the only woman on our team, Detective Ji," Taekwang pointed out.

Hansol raised the question of who would play the husband, and you interjected with a resolute "absolutely not!" when Taekwang named was mentioned. Hyunjin supported your protest, but it led to an unexpected slap from Taekwang after he humorously reasoned that you wouldn't want to marry someone who looked like Detective Seo.

With no other options in sight, all eyes turned to Jeon Wonwoo. He had remained silent, seemingly lost in thought until he suddenly became the center of attention. Clearing his throat, he began, "We can explore alternative plans, perhaps—"

Before he could continue, Hyunjin swiftly suggested, "Captain Jeon could be the husband." The idea hung in the air for a moment, and Wonwoo blinked, clearly taken aback by the unexpected proposal. The room awaited his response, and it seemed that the team was inching closer to a risky, yet potentially crucial, operation.

Hyunjin couldn't help but comment on the outward appearance of you and Wonwoo, observing your attire and the aura you both exuded. "You guys do look like a rich couple," he remarked, noticing the branded items and the air of affluence that seemed to surround you. It was an essential element to make the JCare staff believe you could afford their high-end services.

Taekwang added with a mischievous grin, "Let's practice holding hands!" His suggestion was met with a protest from you. "It's not like I've never held a man's hand before," you reasoned, attempting to downplay the situation.

Taekwang chuckled, his laughter echoing in the room. "Really? You've been working so diligently to earn those two stripes and that Detective 3 badge you have. You never seem to have time for dating," he commented, a knowing look in his eyes.

His words struck a chord with you, and you couldn't help but pout, unable to deny the truth in his statement. The path you had chosen had demanded dedication and commitment, leaving little room for personal relationships. Wonwoo, as the reliable partner, gladly reached out and held your hand as you practiced the motions of a seemingly affectionate couple. He looked at you with a hint of amusement and asked, "Am I doing a good job, babe?"

A soft smile tugged at your lips, appreciating his professionalism and adaptability. "You're doing great, honey," you replied, practicing the affectionate nicknames that would help sell your cover as Mr. and Mrs. Kim.

As you and Wonwoo drove to JCare, you continued rehearsing your roles and discussing the details of your mission. Analyzing the services JCare offered, the sources of their operations, their target market, and the individuals who might be behind this dark enterprise became paramount. Hyunjin had planted listening devices on both of you to discreetly record every conversation you would have with Dr. Park Jinah, the person who would assist you once you arrived at JCare.

With each passing moment, the weight of the mission grew, but you and Wonwoo were determined to unravel the secrets behind JCare's operations. Under the guise of Mr. and Mrs. Kim, a prosperous couple seeking superior DNA for their future child, you approached your destination, ready to delve into the heart of the enigma.

Seated in the tastefully decorated room at JCare, you and Wonwoo started your act as Mr. And Mrs. Kim, portraying a wealthy couple with a fervent desire for superior genetic traits in their future child. "We're very interested in ensuring that our child has exceptional DNA," you began, your tone measured and earnest. "Both of us, Mr. Kim and I, are aware that we don't have strong intellectual genes, but we want our child to be intelligent."

Dr. Park, a picture of professionalism, nodded and smiled in response. "Many couples come to JCare with similar aspirations. We specialize in providing top-notch genetic services."

Wonwoo joined the conversation, further solidifying your cover story. "Our friends highly recommended this place. They spoke very highly of your services."

Dr. Park's satisfaction was evident, and she proceeded to share profiles of potential egg donors with you. These women came from diverse backgrounds, ranging from working professionals to college students and even a high schooler. As you perused the profiles, your heart skipped a beat when you encountered a familiar name – Kang Hyejin. She was unmistakably one of the victims in the gruesome murder case involving Park Jiheon.

Despite the shock that coursed through you, you managed to keep your composure and asked to see more details about Kang Hyejin. "Could you provide us with more information about this particular donor, Kang Hyejin?"

Dr. Park's reaction was a brief hesitation, but she eventually complied. "Ah, Kang Hyejin. She's a truly remarkable young woman. She boasts a strong educational background and excellent health."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Wonwoo as you continued to feign interest, all the while trying to suppress the dread that threatened to consume you. "We're very interested in her genetic traits," Wonwoo stated with practiced enthusiasm, hoping that his eagerness wouldn't arouse any suspicion.

However, Dr. Park's response sent a palpable chill down your spine. "I'm afraid Kang Hyejin is currently out of the country, and she won't be available for several weeks."

Your mind raced as you processed this newfound information. Kang Hyejin, the girl who had met such a tragic end, was undeniably connected to JCare. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both you and Wonwoo, and in that fleeting moment of silence, you silently acknowledged that this case had taken a much darker and more ominous turn.

The entire 8th unit stood in stunned disbelief as they traced the red line, connecting the dots of a horrifying revelation. A shiver ran down your spine, the chilling truth finally coming to light. The evidence pointed to a sinister connection between the deceased JJ Label trainees and JCare, both ensnared in a web of exploitation and deception.

The breakthrough came through an exhaustive joint investigation with journalist Park Hyebin, who had met Kang Hyejin mere days before her tragic demise in the lake. It unraveled a harrowing tale of coercion and manipulation, revealing how girls from the label were coerced into serving the interests of the Jung Group, a business empire presided over by the affluent and influential Jung Seokpa.

The promises of a debut were nothing more than a cruel facade, a hollow enticement used to ensnare these young women. Instead of stepping into the spotlight, they vanished, conveniently reported as being 'out of the country,' leaving their dreams shattered.

The involvement of Jung Jaehyung, the heir of the Jung legacy, along with his cousins, Jung Junghyuk and Yoo Taesuk, added a grim dimension to the case. The revelation that Park Jiheon, Yang Jerry, and Kim Bomjae were the perpetrators sent shockwaves through the unit.

"We've discovered that Jung Jaehyung had a history of being hospitalized, a near-drowning incident in the water. Subsequently, the family doctor identified sociopathic traits in Jaehyung," you relayed, your voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and apprehension. The depth of the darkness surrounding this case was beyond comprehension. All make sense on why every victim was founded near the bodies of water.

Meanwhile, Jeon Wonwoo, their team leader, abruptly left the room, leaving the rest of the team in a state of confusion as they diligently worked on their reports, seeking pursuit permission. You gave a subtle signal for them to continue while you decided to go after him.

A short walk led you to the station's back yard, where you found Wonwoo seated, his head bowed and shoulders trembling with emotion. You stood a few feet behind him, allowing him his moment of privacy. The distance between you two made it seem as though you were invisible to him. You watched as he released his pent-up feelings, allowing the weight on his shoulders to be carried by the solitude.

Once he composed himself, you approached him silently. His glasses, dropped and forgotten in the turmoil of his emotions, rested on the ground. You gently picked them up, careful not to disrupt his fragile state. As you handed him his glasses, he turned to you, surprise evident in his eyes. He quickly wiped away any lingering tears, attempting to regain his composure.

Wonwoo's gaze held a mix of surprise and gratitude as he took back his glasses. "What brings you here?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.

You remained silent for a moment, simply looking at him, feeling the weight of the moment. Finally, you took a seat beside him, the gravity of the conversation settling between you. "Sunbae," you began, your tone gentle yet serious, "I need to tell you about Jeon Wonhee."

His brow furrowed in slight confusion, clearly not expecting this topic. He listened attentively as you explained that you found out Jeon Wonhee was his sister as you have worked on the case. "Her situation was different," you continued, your voice steady. "She was in a relationship with Yoo Taesuk, but she discovered he was cheating on her. When she confronted him, it escalated, and she was stabbed by Taesuk. That's why she was the only one found with stab wounds, while the others were drowned."

Wonwoo's expression shifted, a mix of relief and sorrow crossing his features. It was a heavy revelation, finally uncovering the truth about his sister's tragic fate. "Thank you for telling me," he said sincerely. "I've been searching for answers for so long."

He sighed, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice. "Losing the evidence against Taesuk all those years ago... it's been a weight on my shoulders. Why did it have to take eight years to finally find the person responsible?"

You could sense the frustration and regret in his words, understanding the long and difficult journey he had been on to seek justice for his sister. As you revealed the truth about the lost evidence from eight years ago, a palpable guilt settled within you. You couldn't shake the weight of being one of the reasons why justice had been delayed for so long. Taking a deep breath, you turned to Wonwoo, your expression filled with remorse.

"Sunbae," you began, your voice tinged with regret. "When i was the one assigned to find the knife that was used to kill Jeon Wonhee, i worked tirelessly. Eventually, I tracked it down to a knife seller near the river. He claimed to have a knife with blood on it and had been holding onto it, just in case."

You continued, the weight of the memory pressing on you. "I sent it to the forensic lab, and I was certain we had the evidence we needed. Yoo Taesuk's fingerprints and DNA were a match, 100%. But then... it disappeared. The forensic team wouldn't give me another copy of the results, citing orders from my father."

Wonwoo's eyes was filled with emotions. "Your father... Ji Commissioner, he ordered us to stop the investigation." he murmured, putting the pieces together. He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and inquiry. "You couldn't confront him.." He said.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the ground. "Yes. I haven't had any communication with him for almost eight years, ever since I was transferred out of the team." You paused, steeling yourself for what you needed to say next. "But, since then i began to suspect that there might be a connection between Yoo Taesuk and my father. I couldn't shake the feeling that my own father may have been involved in covering up the truth."

Wonwoo's shock was evident, his eyes wide with realization. He had assumed you were in cahoots with your father, but now he found out the depth of your conflict.

Wonwoo's eyes were filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as he asked, "Why haven't you talked to your father in all these years?"

A surge of emotions welled up within you, making it difficult to find the right words. Finally, you spoke, your voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability. "I... I've been afraid. Afraid that if I confront my father, if I find out that he's truly involved in hiding a crime... it would shatter everything I know. The idea of facing that reality... it terrifies me."

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I couldn't bear the thought of my own father, someone I should be able to trust, being capable of such a thing. It's been easier to keep my distance, to try to find the truth on my own."

Wonwoo's expression softened, his understanding gaze meeting yours. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you," he said gently.

There was a brief pause, the weight of the moment settling around you both, before Wonwoo finally spoke again. His voice was gentle, laced with a sincerity that touched your heart. "Y/n, I need to apologize. I've been emotional and oversensitive in the past, especially when it came to this case. I realize now that my actions and words may have left a bad impression of me, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ground, as if gathering his thoughts. "Losing a chance to bring the person who took my sister's life to justice... it's been a constant ache in my heart. It felt so unfair, just because she wasn't someone with power, and I wasn't either. It's haunted me for years."

He turned to you, his gaze sincere and vulnerable. "The things I said to you that day... I regret them. I was being childish and emotional. It's a flaw of mine, how my feelings can often lead me to overreact. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/n."

His apology hung in the air, filled with a raw honesty that resonated deeply. The weight of past grievances seemed to lift. As the night enveloped you both, a sense of quiet understanding settled in the air. The moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the world with a soft, silvery light. The atmosphere was hushed, as if nature itself was holding its breath, allowing this moment of reconciliation to unfold. There was an unspoken connection between you and Wonwoo, forged through years of shared pain and the pursuit of justice. The weight of past misunderstandings and hurts seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of empathy and compassion. The night seemed to hold a certain kind of magic, a bittersweet beauty that whispered of healing and redemption.

You spoke gently, your words carrying the weight of your own experiences. "I felt unfair, but I understand now. I would do the same if something like that happened to my family." The sincerity in your voice resonated in the stillness of the night.

You looked at him and smiled, "i forgive you."

Wonwoo listened, his gaze fixed on you. There was a vulnerability in his expression, a raw openness that he rarely showed. The air seemed to crackle with a subtle electricity, as if the universe itself acknowledged the significance of this moment.

Then, he returned the smile, his eyes filled with gratitude and a touch of relief. "Thank you, Y/n. I can't tell you how much your forgiveness means to me."

As you looked at each other, bathed in the moonlight, there was a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey you had embarked upon. The night held a sense of possibility, a promise of closure.

Wonwoo's hand hesitated for a moment, before gently finding its place in yours. His palm met yours, fingers intertwining, a silent promise conveyed through the touch. "Let's do this together," he said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "Let's find out the truth together."

A warm rush of gratitude and determination washed over you, radiating from your clasped hands. You met his gaze, a smile blooming on your lips, carrying the weight of shared purpose.

In that moment, beneath the gentle night sky, a bond was solidified. It was a promise of solidarity, a pledge to seek justice, and a testament to the strength that could be found in unity.

The two of you instinctively leaned in, embracing one another. It was a hug that held layers of meaning—support, comfort, and a shared resolve to face the challenges ahead. In that moment, beneath the quiet expanse of the night sky, you both found solace in the understanding that you were no longer alone in your pursuit of truth.

You found yourself standing in front of your parents' house, a place you hadn't set foot in for eight long years. The maid, a familiar face from your past, was visibly shaken by your sudden appearance. The story of your abrupt departure and vow never to return had become something of legend in this household, and your unexpected visit sent ripples of surprise through its walls.

Stepping through the threshold, you were met with the scent of familiar surroundings and the echoes of distant memories. Your mother, equally taken aback by your presence, greeted you with a mix of astonishment and concern.

"I need to meet Dad," you stated, your tone tinged with a simmering anger. She moved to invite you to sit and talk, a motherly instinct to understand, but you refused. "It's work related," you added, choosing your words carefully. You hinted at your father's potential candidacy for the position of national commissioner, a piece of information that carried weight in this household.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent undercurrent beneath the surface. Your mother, caught between concern for your well-being and the gravity of the situation, nodded in reluctant understanding. There was a complex history between you, your father, and this house, one that had remained unresolved for far too long.

As you prepared to face the man who held such influence in your life, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the past pressing upon you.

You entered his office, the familiar scent of polished wood and papers filling the air. His eyes flicked up from the document he was studying, momentarily surprised at your presence. You saluted him, a formal gesture that seemed incongruous in the face of your own father.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, masking any deeper emotions he might be feeling. "I'm not the National Commissioner yet," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. His surprise was thinly veiled, but he quickly regained his composure.

Without much preamble, you handed him the report you had painstakingly prepared. It was a straightforward account, outlining the relationship between your father, the owner of Jung Group, and their support for him. It also contained evidence of his involvement in tampering with a murder case.

"Where did you get this? Yoon Jeonghan himself?" he inquired, his tone grating on your nerves, as if he wasn't directly involved in the injustice that had plagued your past.

You closed your eyes, struggling to reconcile the betrayal of someone you had considered a friend, a partner in justice. Jeonghan had listened to your pain, all the while knowing the truth. It was a wound that cut deep.

"I found it on my own," you replied, your voice steady, though your heart pounded in your chest.

His smile was self-assured. "Impressive. When you mentioned wanting to follow in my footsteps as a police officer, I admit I had my doubts. But I've heard nothing but praise about your work. Perhaps you'd like to be a captain once I assume the role of National Commissioner?"

You took a deep breath, disbelief washing over you. "We're discussing a police officer who manipulated proof and let a murderer of someone else's daughter go free," you emphasized, your voice tinged with frustration. "I understand you care more about your career and social standing than your family, but have you ever considered what if it were me?"

His response was callous, focusing on the perceived greater good. "I did it for the sake of the police force's reputation and for your own position. You could have faced charges for attempting to imprison someone without evidence. I prevented that from happening. I know you've worked hard to get to where you are."

There was a weighted silence before you spoke, determination filling your voice. "It's good that you recognize my hard work. I suggest you confess your mistakes before I expose this to the public and you find yourself in handcuffs."

"Watch your tongue! You're putting yourself in danger. Jung Group is not someone you could play with," he warned.

"It was you who played with fire first. Allow me to handle the heat on my own terms, since you chose not to heed my warning," you retorted before turning on your heel and leaving the house. The weight of your decision hung in the air, a sense of finality settling over you.

As you stepped out of the house, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you. Anger, frustration, and a simmering determination coursed through your veins. The confrontation with your father had dredged up years of pent-up resentment, and the knowledge of his betrayal stung like a fresh wound.

Yet, beneath the anger, there was a steely resolve. You had faced the truth, confronted your father, and made it clear that you would not stand idly by. The weight of the evidence you held felt both empowering and burdensome. It was a double-edged sword, a weapon that could potentially bring justice, but also a dangerous tool that could upend your own life.

As you walked away from the house, the night seemed to echo your conflicted emotions. The air was heavy with the weight of your decision, and each step felt like a declaration of independence. The streets were quiet, a stark contrast to the storm raging within you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision and threatening to spill over. They were a mix of frustration, anger, and a profound sense of loss. Each tear seemed to carry the weight of years of betrayal and the realization that someone you had trusted so deeply had let you down. Your cheeks glistened with the tracks of your tears, a silent testament to the depth of your emotion. They were a raw, unfiltered expression of the pain that had been stirred up by your confrontation with your father. The ache in your chest seemed to radiate with each heart-wrenching sob, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within you.

Your breath came in shuddering gasps, the intensity of your feelings threatening to overwhelm you. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotions that had been held back for far too long. Each sob seemed to echo in the stillness of the night, a haunting melody of sorrow. In that vulnerable moment, you were both fragile and strong. The tears were a cathartic release, a necessary step in the process of healing and moving forward.

As the tears still clung to your lashes, you fumbled for your phone, fingers trembling slightly. It took a moment, but you mustered the courage to dial Wonwoo's number. There was a hesitation in your voice when he answered, a weight of emotion that seemed to choke your words.

"Sunbae," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I met my father." You paused, the enormity of the situation settling heavily in your chest.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Wonwoo's voice, calm and steady, filled your ear. "Y/n, take your time. You don't have to explain anything you're not ready to."

But you needed to. The truth had been bottled up for too long, and it was a relief to finally have someone to share it with. You spoke of the betrayal, the shock of discovering your father's involvement, and the pain that had surged through you. You apologized several times, as if you needed to ask for forgiveness for something that was never your fault.

"I'm so sorry, Sunbae. I'm so sorry." You confessed, your voice cracking with vulnerability.

He listened patiently, offering you the space to unburden yourself. And when you were finished, he simply said, "Where are you? I'm coming to you."

You gave him your location, and within what felt like minutes, you saw his familiar figure approaching. He enveloped you in a comforting embrace, his presence a balm to your wounded soul.

"I'm proud of you, Y/n," he murmured, his voice warm and reassuring. "For being honest with me, and for facing this head-on."

In that moment, you realized that you and Wonwoo were not just partners in the field, but true allies in life's struggles. He shared his own vulnerabilities, the challenges he faced as a police officer, and the weight of responsibility he carried. It was a rare and precious connection, built on trust and understanding.

As you stood there, in the embrace of someone who truly understood, you felt a renewed sense of strength. You were not alone in this battle. With Wonwoo by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The pace of events was dizzying, culminating in the sentencing of everyone implicated in the Jcare trafficking scheme, with Jung Jaehyung facing justice for his central role. Capturing evidence against Jaehyung had been a formidable challenge, given the immense power wielded by his influential father. The reluctance of others to testify against Jaehyung created a seemingly impenetrable fortress of silence, until Wonwoo proposed a daring undercover operation to compel Jaehyung's confession. The stakes were high, prompting contemplation of alternative plans, but you were resolute in your determination to see Jaehyung held accountable.

The mission's objective was clear: obtain a confession from Jung Jaehyung. After exhaustive brainstorming, a crucial insight emerged. It was discovered that Jaehyung had a penchant for intelligent and empathetic women—a preference borne from the shadow of his teenage years and the enigmatic figure of his psychiatrist, who had been one of his earliest victims. Jaehyung had been a prime suspect in her murder at the age of 17. Yet, he had walked free due to insufficient evidence and a well-crafted alibi from his driver, who claimed to have been with him in another city at the time of her death.

The intensity of the operation was unparalleled in your decade-long career as a police officer. The memory of Jaehyung's hands closing around your neck, the desperate struggle for breath when he discovered your true identity, remained vivid. In that raw moment, he had unwittingly revealed his involvement in the deaths of each Jcare victim.

"I just wanted them to be silent, but you know how women are, always talking. So I drowned them."

The struggle for your life was a desperate race against time, every gasp for air a fierce battle against the hands that sought to silence you. Finally breaking free from his suffocating grip, you stared into Jaehyung's eyes, terror mingling with defiance. In that charged moment, you found your voice, attempting to reach the flicker of humanity buried within his darkened soul.

"Jaehyung, I've always believed there's goodness in you," you rasped, the words a plea for him to see reason.

His response, however, was a chilling reminder of the depths to which his darkness had consumed him. The gun in his hand, its cold steel a stark contrast to the warmth of life, was pointed directly at you. Frozen in place, your gaze held his, seeking any hint of the boy he had once been.

"I always thought your mother believed in that goodness, in your capacity to love," you murmured, your voice edged with sorrow.

"You're not your father, Jaehyung. You've proven that through your own accomplishments, your own path," you continued, hoping to reach the fractured soul before you.

His bitter chuckle echoed through the room, the sound a discordant symphony of anguish and despair. "If I'm truly good, then why can't I stop this darkness within me? Why can't I stop killing?"

You spoke gently, offering a lifeline to a wounded soul. "Controlling your emotions is a monumental task, especially when they've never been validated. It's hard to be honest with yourself when your heart has been denied its truth."

"What do you feel right now, Jaehyung?" You asked gently, trying to spend time as you wait your team to come.

With a voice laced with turmoil, Jaehyung confessed, "I'm angry. Furious that you've lied to me. My heart is pounding, urging me to end you, to submerge you in the very bathtub just steps away."

A pregnant pause followed, your senses on high alert. "Is that what you truly want? To extinguish a life, to silence a heart forever? Will it bring you the peace you seek, or will it only leave you with a void stained by regret?"

"Fuck!" He roared, the anguish in his voice echoing through the room. The gun drew nearer, its cold gaze unwavering. "No one comprehends the exhilaration, the release that comes with snuffing out their last breath. Don't presume to understand."

In the haunting seconds that followed, the echo of a gunshot shattered the stillness, followed by the searing pain of a bullet tearing through your body. Darkness claimed your senses, the world fading away as the abyss welcomed you.

The chaos and urgency gripped the team as they raced towards your location, their senses heightened by the gravity of the situation. Wonwoo's heart pounded in his chest, anxiety clawing at him, as he navigated through the frenzied traffic. He had overheard your conversation with Jaehyung, having planted a listening device during your previous therapy session. The decision to let you confront Jaehyung alone had been met with his vehement opposition, sensing the peril in allowing you to face a man with such a dark history on your own.

As Hyunjin relayed the news of the escalating danger, Wonwoo's heart sank. Time was slipping away, urging him to move faster. Arriving at the building, he displayed his credentials to the security team, urgency etched on his face. With swift precision, he directed his team to position themselves, preparing for the confrontation ahead.

Then, a call from Hyunjin shattered the air, carrying with it the weight of your peril. Wonwoo's heart seized in his chest, the dread threatening to engulf him. "Captain! We need to capture Jung Jaehyung. Y/n sunbae was being shot by a gun."

Without hesitation, Wonwoo and his team stormed into the office, the deafening silence broken only by the pounding of their footsteps. A gunshot rang out, the sound cutting through the tension, followed by Jaehyung's pained groan. He was swiftly subdued, the handcuffs securing his hands.

Wonwoo's eyes met Jaehyung's, a mixture of fury and anguish. He could see the blood staining Jaehyung's trembling hands, a cruel testament to the violence that had unfolded. But his focus swiftly shifted as Hansol provided the crucial information about your location.

With a fierce determination, Wonwoo sprinted towards the bathroom, his breath ragged. The sight that met him was a cruel tableau of despair. Your body lay in the bathtub, water lapping at your still form, a gunshot wound marring your shoulder.

"Call the medic!" Wonwoo instructed Hansol as Hansol following it, explaining the situation to the medic on the phone.

Acting on instinct, Wonwoo hoisted you from the water, the icy shock of it biting at him. He laid you gently on the floor, his hands moving with practiced urgency. Checking for signs of life, he could feel the icy grip of fear tightening around his heart. He wasted no time, initiating CPR and delivering rescue breaths.

"Wake up, Y/n," he pleaded, each compression a desperate plea for your return. Time seemed to blur, every second stretching into eternity as he fought to pull you back from the precipice. His focus was unyielding, his soul tethered to yours, willing you to come back to him.

The room seemed to close in around them, time stretched thin as the battle for your life raged on. Wonwoo's efforts were valiant, each compression and rescue breath delivered with a precision borne of training and desperation. Yet, your eyes remained closed, the cruel silence of unconsciousness a painful testament to the gravity of the situation.

Exhaustion clawed at Wonwoo, his breaths labored, but he pressed on, refusing to yield. Then, like a lifeline, Hansol swiftly took over, trading places with Wonwoo to continue the vital compressions. The rhythm was unbroken, a symphony of desperate hope and fierce determination.

In the midst of the struggle, a haunting memory tore through Wonwoo's mind. The loss of his junior five years ago, a wound that had never truly healed, rose to the surface. He had been so immersed in capturing the culprit that he hadn't noticed his partner, his loyal junior, succumbing to a gunshot wound, the life seeping from him as they waited for help that arrived too late.

The memory weighed heavily on Wonwoo, a haunting echo of a past he couldn't forget. In that moment, the room around him seemed to blur, the present and the past intertwining in a cruel twist of fate. He felt the weight of his responsibility, not just as a detective, but as a protector of those he cared about.

Wonwoo's voice, laced with urgency and dread, cut through the air. "Where is the medic?!" His eyes never left your form, his hand applying steady pressure to your shoulder, a desperate attempt to stem the flow of blood. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all.

The sounds of the room became muffled, a distant buzz in his ears as he focused on you, on the life hanging in the balance. He couldn't afford to lose you, not after everything you'd been through together. His movements became more determined, each compression a silent promise that he wouldn't let history repeat itself.

As he worked tirelessly, he couldn't help but pray silently, a plea to whatever force governed life and death. This time, he vowed, he wouldn't let the darkness claim someone he cared about. His hands moved with a fierce urgency, a silent promise to you and to himself that he would fight for your survival with every ounce of his being.

The sterile scent of the hospital room seemed to permeate every corner, a reminder of the seriousness of the situation. Wonwoo sat by your bedside, his gaze fixed on your still form, willing for any sign of movement.

The surgery had been a success, and the doctors had assured him that you were on the path to recovery. Yet, seeing you in this state, connected to monitors and surrounded by the hum of machines, was a stark reminder of just how close he had come to losing you.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor provided a steady backdrop to the quiet, a reminder that you were still here, still fighting.

Minutes felt like hours, each passing second filled with a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety. Wonwoo couldn't help but let his mind drift, his thoughts racing through the events that had led to this moment. The mission, the confrontation with Jaehyung, and the terrifying moment when he had received the call about your condition - it all seemed like a blur.

And then, finally, there was a shift. Your eyelids fluttered, a sign that consciousness was returning. Wonwoo's heart skipped a beat, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. He leaned in closer, his voice gentle and filled with relief. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

Your eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, they seemed to search the room, as if trying to make sense of where you were. Then, they settled on Wonwoo, a flicker of recognition in your gaze. It was a small yet significant victory, a sign that you were coming back to him.

He couldn't help but smile, the weight that had settled in his chest since that fateful moment in Jaehyung's office finally beginning to lift. "You had us worried there," he admitted softly. "But you're strong. You made it through."

As you gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the sterile scent of the hospital room enveloped you. The soft beeping of the monitors provided a steady rhythm, grounding you in the present moment. Wonwoo's presence was a reassuring anchor. His voice reached you, gentle and filled with concern, asking if you could hear him. You turned your gaze towards him, finding comfort in his familiar face.He spoke with a mix of relief and tenderness, updating you on what had transpired. You absorbed the information, piece by piece, trying to make sense of the events that had led you here. As he recounted the mission, the confrontation with Jaehyung, and the moments that followed, you felt a surge of gratitude towards the man sitting beside you. He had been there, every step of the way, unwavering in his support.

The hospital room was bathed in the gentle glow of muted lamplight, casting a serene ambiance. The scent of antiseptic lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the sterile environment. Machines hummed softly in the background, their rhythmic melodies providing a steady cadence to the room.

You nestled in the hospital bed, the sheets cocooning you in their crisp embrace. The warmth of the blankets provided a sense of security, a stark contrast to the harrowing ordeal you had just endured. Your gaze was fixed on the window, where the night sky held its own secrets, distant stars blinking in silent solidarity.

Beside you, Wonwoo sat in vigilant watch, his presence a steadfast anchor. His eyes held a mixture of relief and concern, a reflection of the tumultuous events that had unfolded. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of support.

You took a deep breath, the scent of the hospital giving way to the familiar scent of Wonwoo's cologne. It was a grounding force, a reminder that you were not alone in this moment of vulnerability. With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you found the courage to share your innermost fears.

"I was so scared, Wonwoo," your voice broke the quietude, a tremor betraying the weight of the memory. "When Jaehyung dragged me to that bathroom after he shot me... it felt like the world was closing in."

Wonwoo's arms enveloped you, his embrace offering both solace and strength. His voice, soft yet firm, spoke words of reassurance. "You're safe now, Y/n. You don't have to carry that fear alone. I'm here for you, always."

His words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the precipice of darkness. In that embrace, you found a sanctuary—a space where vulnerability was met with unwavering support. As you rested against him, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in tandem with your own.

As you nestled in his embrace, the weight of the past events began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of security and trust. Wonwoo's presence was a steady anchor, grounding you in the present, assuring you that you were not alone in this journey.

With a sigh, you leaned into him, finding solace in his warmth. "Thank you" you murmured, your voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "For being here, for... for everything."

Wonwoo's hand gently stroked your back, a gesture of comfort and understanding. "You don't need to thank me, Y/n," he replied, his tone gentle yet resolute.

The words settled around you like a protective cloak, wrapping you in a sense of belonging. In Wonwoo's arms, you felt seen and valued, your emotions honored and acknowledged. It was a rare and precious connection, one that went beyond the bounds of partnership.

The minutes ticked by in a comfortable silence, each breath a reminder of the resilience that had brought you to this moment. Outside, the world carried on, but within the confines of that hospital room, it felt as though time stood still.

The warmth of Wonwoo's embrace and the steady rise and fall of your breaths provided a sense of security that was both grounding and reassuring. Your eyes locked to each other and slowly closed as you leaned into a kiss, you could feel the tension melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and connection. It's the electric touch of lips meeting, a gentle exploration of warmth and tenderness. As your lips gently press against each other, there's a softness that envelopes both of you, a sensation that transcends the physical and ventures into the realm of the emotional. It's a meeting of souls, an unspoken language that conveys affection, desire, and trust between you and Wonwoo. In that fleeting moment, time seems to stand still. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in a tender embrace. It's a sensation of vulnerability, of allowing someone to get close enough to touch a part of your heart.

Eventually, the kiss was interrupted by the distant shuffle of footsteps in the corridor. It was a subtle reminder that the world continued to turn, carrying with it new challenges and triumphs. With a smile, Wonwoo shifted slightly, his gaze meeting yours.

"I should let you rest," he suggested, a trace of reluctance in his voice. "You need your strength for the road ahead."

You nodded, a mix of gratitude and weariness coloring your expression. As Wonwoo helped you settle back into the bed, you felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through you. Together, you would face whatever challenges awaited, fortified by the unbreakable bond you had forged.

As your eyes fluttered closed, a sense of calm settled over you, accompanied by the knowledge that you were not alone. Wonwoo stood vigil, a silent sentinel, his presence a beacon of reassurance in the quiet room.

And as sleep claimed you, you knew that when you awoke, you would face the future with renewed strength and unwavering resolve, guided by the steady presence of the man who had become so much more than a partner—a true confidant and a source of immeasurable strength.

Wonwoo couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the office and saw you sitting there so casually. It had only been five days since the near-tragic incident, and you'd had just three days to recover from the surgery. Seeing you back at your desk with a support device for your left shoulder surprised him.

He was on the verge of expressing his relief and concern, but then Taekwang's arrival to the office, along with his obvious excitement upon seeing you, made Wonwoo decide to postpone his lecture for another time.

Wonwoo's eyes were fixed on you, a mix of relief and worry etched across his features. He couldn't believe you were sitting there so casually, only three days after your surgery. The support device on your left shoulder was a stark reminder of the ordeal you had been through.

As Hyunjin rushed in, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, Wonwoo instinctively pulled him back, sparing you from a potentially painful hug. It was clear he was being protective, though he masked it with practicality.

"Sunbaeeee!" Hyunjin's voice trembled with emotion. "I was so worried!"

You offered him a reassuring smile, understanding the depth of concern that had gripped your teammate. "I'm here, Hyunjin. I'm alright."

Wonwoo, still holding Hyunjin back, asked about Hansol and Seungkwan. It was a testament to his vigilant nature that he was already thinking about the whereabouts of the rest of the team.

"They've gone for coffee," you replied, your eyes lighting up at the thought. "I can't wait to have some too."

This statement, however, didn't sit well with Wonwoo. His brows furrowed in concern, he immediately went into protective mode. "You shouldn't be drinking coffee until you've finished your medicine. No! you shouldn't be here at least until next Monday. What are you doing here?"

His words were a blend of gentle scolding and genuine care, revealing just how much he valued your well-being. It was a side of him that you had come to appreciate, and it warmed your heart to see how much he cared.

"I just missed everyone," you admitted with a small smile, "and the hospital sent me home, but I didn't want to be alone in my apartment."

Wonwoo's concern was evident as he inquired, "How did you get here then?"

"By cab," you replied, feeling a touch of independence in your voice.

Before Hyunjin could even offer to drive you back, Wonwoo swiftly intervened, "I'll take you home, Y/n. It's not too far, right?"

You nodded, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, sunbae. That would be great." As you looked at Wonwoo, you couldn't help but notice the subtle way he glanced around the office, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. It didn't take a detective's intuition to see that he wanted to spend more time with you.

The car ride with Wonwoo was filled with a sense of comfort and ease. You could feel the concern radiating from him, and it warmed your heart. As you shared snippets of your time at the hospital, you couldn't help but emphasize how much you had missed him.

"It was pretty lonely, you know," you admitted, glancing over at him. "Even though some officers came to keep me company, it just wasn't the same. I missed you a lot."

Wonwoo's smile was a balm to your soul, a silent reassurance that he felt the same way. The atmosphere in the car was cozy, the air filled with a sense of companionship that felt so natural.

As he drove, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his presence. The fact that he had taken the time to personally drive you home spoke volumes. It was a gesture that made you feel cherished and valued.

Finally, as he parked the car, he turned to you, his eyes warm and gentle. "I'm glad you're safe now, Y/n. You've been through a lot," he said softly. "And now, you're finally here. For me."

His words held a tenderness that made your heart swell. You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. "Thank you, Sunbae," you replied sincerely. "I'm just glad to be back, and with you."

Without another word, he opened his arms, offering a warm embrace. It was a hug that felt like coming home, a silent affirmation of the bond that had grown between you. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.You settled into the embrace, feeling the steady beat of Wonwoo's heart against your own. It was a moment of quiet comfort, a reminder of the unspoken connection that had grown between you.

"Sunbae, I..." you began, but before you could finish, Wonwoo gently interrupted.

"Y/n, when it's just the two of us, can you call me something else?" he asked, his voice soft. "Something a bit more... personal?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his, and you could see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. It was a rare sight, one that made your heart swell with affection.

"Of course," you said, a small smile playing at your lips. "What would you like me to call you?"

He considered for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How about... Love? Babe? Honey? Wonwoo is fine."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Wonwoo it is then."

The two of you lingered in the embrace for a while longer, content in each other's company. Eventually, you pulled away, though the warmth of the moment still lingered.

"Thank you for everything, Wonwoo," you said sincerely. "For being there for me, for taking care of me."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt expression. "It's my pleasure, Y/n. I'll always be here for you." He leaned himself as his lips touched yours for a light but sweet peck.

"Have a rest, okay? I'll come after lunch, alright?" You nodded to his promise.

As you exited the car and made your way to your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. You were grateful for Wonwoo, for his unwavering support and the special connection you shared. It was a feeling you knew you would carry with you, long after this moment had passed.

"Ya! What is this?" you inquired sharply, your voice cutting through the air. Heads turned, including Wonwoo's, all eyes focused on you. You read the words aloud, the screen casting a pale glow on your face. Boo Seungkwan's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and guilt washing over him.

"Boo Seungkwan, what on earth are you doing with this?!" Your voice thundered, carrying a weight that drew the attention of everyone in the room. Curiosity piqued, they hurried over to see what had caused such a reaction. Seungkwan, the real culprit, rushed to his computer, frantically closing the file. The title, "To The Rescue," was barely visible to the others, but for you, it stood out starkly, your name boldly etched as the main character of the fiction Seungkwan had crafted.

"What? What's wrong?" Jeon Wonwoo's voice was laced with innocence, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Your gaze remained fixed on your junior, his head now lowered, eyes fixed on the floor. "Explain," you demanded, your tone firm, awaiting an account of his actions.

"It's a story I wrote..." Seungkwan's voice was barely audible, a mixture of regret and embarrassment coloring his words. He went on to explain that he had been working on a fiction piece centered around his job, wanting to incorporate a romantic element. Stuck on character names, he had decided to use yours and Wonwoo's. As he spoke, Wonwoo approached the computer and began to read the opening sentences, his expression growing more serious with each passing word.

"Boo Seungkwan, you can't do this," Wonwoo, as the team leader, advised firmly. His words held weight, carrying the authority of someone who understood the implications of such actions.

You let out a heavy sigh, pointing a finger at Seungkwan. "If I see this file on your computer by tonight, I'll delete it myself, and your career goes with it." The threat hung in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamic at play.

You turned and left the room, the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Seungkwan's eyes pleaded with Wonwoo, silently begging for intervention. Despite being the chief's son, Seungkwan understood that your position held enough influence to shape his future, as well as Wonwoo's.

Wonwoo, too, sighed, a mixture of disappointment and concern etched on his face. "Follow her instructions. I want you to provide me with a summary of the basic deductions, and send it to me by tomorrow morning. Vernon, ensure that our friend here carries out his punishment." Vernon nodded in agreement, his expression respectful as Wonwoo exited the room, leaving Seungkwan to grapple with the weight of his actions.

The atmosphere in the room hung heavy with tension, the repercussions of Seungkwan's impulsive decision reverberating through the air. It was a stark reminder of the importance of responsibility and the consequences that could arise from overstepping boundaries, even in the realm of fiction.

"You can do it, bro." Vernon tapped his friend's shoulder.

The end.

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