They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face. “Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner. “What? Why?” Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park. Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio. He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting. You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window. “Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?” Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.” You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.” “You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?” “Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”