You were very dunk. After drinking for god knows how many hours, you were now walking and dancing down an empty street. Your heels in one hand and your purse in the other. Two cops pulled up beside you, the one with shoulder length black hair popped his head out of the window.

“Need a ride home, miss?” Felix, the sweet cop, asked with a smile.

“You shouldn’t be out here, it’s dangerous.” The older one got out his seat and helped you get inside the backseat, making sure you were comfortable before getting back in the passenger side.

After a few minutes of driving, you noticed the buzzcut cop looking back at you from time to time. You took advantage of the situation and leaned forward into the front seats, asking Hyunjin,

“Do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger.” The younger one, Felix, giggled while still keeping his eyes on the road.