you were sitting at your work desk, enjoying yourself and your own company, ready to finally have a peaceful day.

until choi yeonjun opened the door to your office, that is.

clad in a crisp black button-up, black pants, polished shoes and his black overcoat, choi yeonjun looked like the splitting image of perfection — if it wasn’t for the permanent look of repulsion on his face.

“Detective Choi,” he greeted. “I’m afraid we’ve received yet another case.”