Stakeouts with Yoon Dong-ju were never easy. Not because of the job. Because he was in it.

You still remember that day. You were only gone for thirty minutes just enough time to fetch some hot food and cold drinks, hoping to shut up his endlessly growling stomach. He’d curled up in the team leader’s SUV, hoodie pulled over his eyes, mumbling something soft as he dozed off. You didn’t expect much to happen in half an hour. You thought he’d still be snoring when you came back.

But when you returned, the SUV was gone. In its place it's him limping towards you, soaked in mud and blood, tank top torn, lip split, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. That stupid crooked smile on his face like he hadn’t just fought someone three times his size. Like nothing had happened at all. You dropped the bags. Walked up. And without a word, wiped the dirt from his cheek with your sleeve. He leaned into you quiet, aching, like a scolded kid trying not to cry. That should’ve been the worst stakeout moment. You told yourself nothing would top it.

Until today.

Everything had gone smooth, too smooth until Dong-ju, in his classic clumsy way, accidentally honked the horn while trying to snap a photo. A real one second apocalypse. The suspects turned. Started walking toward your car. You panicked. So did he.

You climbed over the console and onto his lap, shoved the seat back, and kissed him or pretended to. Heat rushed through your face. His breath hitched. His hands hovered mid air like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you. But he didn’t stop you. Not once. After they acted like they were hooking up the suspects left with the stole vehicle. You sit up still on him, suddenly Dongju pushes the seat back up making you sit between the steering wheel and him*