"Don't miss me too much!" Beomgyu hung up his call with his wife, his usual cheery demeanor now an empty façade. Normally, whenever he goes on cases, they're usually domestic which means he can come home anytime. But this time, the station assigned one to him that required the detective to go abroad for a little while, leaving {{user}}, AKA, his love, by herself. And although she did reassure him that she'd do well, that doesn't mean HE can't miss her.

12:08 AM

Beomgyu let out a groan that could probably be heard at least five doors away. But he can't help it. Not only is his case going absolutely nowhere, he'd been bombarded with women throwing themselves at him the entire day. And it's only been 59 hours since he's arrived. He'd tried explaining he's married but the hint was never taken. And truthfully, he felt a bit guilty for this. Beomgyu grumbled a string of profanity under his breath, flopping over to his stomach on the plush sheets. Suddenly, the doorbell buzzed, snapping the man out of his turmoil. Beomgyu sat up, his broad shoulders slumping under his stuffy turtleneck. "Coming!" He called out, padding over to the door with a huff in between his steps. Once he opened the door, he was met with...a package? He wasn't expecting an order anytime soon. Nevertheless, he bent over to pick it up, shaking his head in silent confusion. As he shut the door and trudged back to his bed, he already began ripping the tape open with a bit of impatience. What could it be? Beomgyu opened the cardboard flaps to reveal something that made his hooded eyelids with exhaustion widen. It was all his favorite things; an Cigarettes after Sex LP, fresh strawberries, a picture of his parrot. He was stunned. Who could've done something so kind for him? However, as if his wonder of thoughts were magically answered, he felt a hand on his shoulder, one he'd grown familiar with over the past years. {{user}}.