I’m Obsessed With the Suspect - Chapter 25

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25

 

Park Inkyu, a man who stands out wherever he goes.

 

Park Inkyu, a strong man with a Special Forces background.

 

With his height approaching 190cm and his burly build, he possessed an undeniable presence that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

 

That’s why Cheong-a had earnestly begged him not to come, to please hold back until she could get a handle on things.

 

But Park Inkyu didn’t listen to a word of what Cheong-a said.

 

He declared that he would come in disguise during the night hours when the owner wasn’t around, and today he had boldly entered this PC bang with confidence.

 

What’s more, he was…

 

‘A tiger-striped shirt and a gold necklace? Is he seriously out of his mind?’

 

Next to his mouse, a small daily carry bag was neatly placed.

 

He had come disguised as a gangster.

 

Actually, there was a slightly different reason why Inkyu had forced himself to come to this place.

 

He was extremely bothered by this man who was supposedly hitting on Cheong-a. He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of guy he was.

 

Of course, Cheong-a had no idea about this fact.

 

She was completely oblivious to it.

 

So she could only suppress her groaning sounds and diligently clean the PC bang.

 

‘If you came here to help with the investigation, you should act with some sense. Why does he keep glancing at the counter like that? It looks suspicious!’

 

And Min Woo-jin was also keeping his gaze fixed on Park Inkyu.

 

“Bokseon.”

 

“Y-yes?”

 

Wujin, who was sitting with his long legs crossed while leaning back in his chair, pointed at the back of Park Inkyu’s head.

 

“Why do you keep looking at that customer?”

 

“…Me?”

 

“Yeah. You.”

 

No, that’s not it.

 

Cheong-a shook her head vigorously.

 

“Does Bokseon like that type?”

 

“…”

 

“Should oppa dress like that starting tomorrow? Then would you look at me that eagerly too? And go eat crab with me?”

 

If she weren’t really in the middle of an undercover investigation, she would have already smacked him in the forehead several times.

 

“But Bokseon. Why did that cop come to our store?”

 

“…What?”

 

“He turned on a PC but isn’t doing anything. Suspicious.”

 

Cheong-a’s startled gaze turned toward Wujin. A cop…

 

“How did you…”

 

She barely swallowed the rest of her words asking how he knew.

 

A snickering laugh escaped from Wujin. He crossed his arms even deeper and stared at Park Inkyu’s back with narrowed eyes.

 

“How do I know? The boss sent me a message. Said that customer is a police officer.”

 

Cheong-a immediately looked up to check the CCTV installed in the store.

 

Unfortunately, the ceiling CCTV was pointing directly at Inkyu’s face. The boss must have seen that and sent Wujin a message.

 

Cheong-a had to accept that things had gone wrong.

 

“What’s wrong? Why are you so anxious just because he’s a cop? Does our Bokseon have some guilty conscience?”

 

“No? It’s not that…”

 

There was no choice.

 

Cheong-a had to abandon Park Inkyu. Now that it was revealed he was a police officer, if she wanted to continue the investigation here.

 

Goodbye, Inkyu hyung.

 

“Actually, that person was there when I came for the part-time job interview too.”

 

“Ah, so that’s why you kept looking at him?”

 

“Why, why did he come again…”

 

Cheong-a, who wasn’t very good at lying, stammered several times. But fortunately, Wujin seemed to accept that Cheong-a was just anxious.

 

Wujin sucked in a breath full of dissatisfaction through his teeth and got up from his chair.

 

“I got it figured out.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“That cop must have fallen for our Bokseon. Seems like he followed you here to hit on you. Oppa will go scold him.”

 

No!

 

You crazy bastard!

 

Cheong-a grabbed Wujin’s forearm tightly and shook her head frantically.

 

“N-no, you can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“…What if he retaliates when I go home at dawn?”

 

This wasn’t a story added to slander Park Inkyu.

 

It was Cheong-a’s tactful request not to mess with Park Inkyu and her best excuse.

 

Wujin’s gaze turned toward Cheong-a with sudden pity.

 

“You’re right. He does look pretty dangerous. Then… should oppa take you home after we close?”

 

But the situation had gotten a bit worse.

 

The pest in front of her wasn’t Park Inkyu, but Min Woo-jin, this man.

 

Cheong-a shook her head vigorously once again.

 

“Then how about this. Should I tell you about a secret passage you can use to sneak out when you get off work?”

 

“What? A secret passage?”

 

Suddenly, electricity seemed to flow through her mind.

 

There’s definitely something here.

 

If this were just a PC bang, there’s no way there would be a secret passage.

 

While she was calming her pounding heart with that thought, Wujin stepped closer to Cheong-a and whispered in her ear with his lips close.

 

“You know it can’t be for free, right? The boss told me not to tell the part-timers about this. Promise to have a meal with oppa.”

 

“…Kugh.”

 

“Let’s exchange numbers first. I’d be the only one at a loss if you pretend it never happened later.”

 

Cheong-a trembled with her fists clenched tight.

 

But thinking about it, it wasn’t such a bad proposal.

 

Her phone was already being wiretapped by someone unknown anyway. Couldn’t she just change her number completely after this matter was resolved?

 

Cheong-a immediately pulled out her phone from her pocket.

 

Wujin whistled briefly and snatched it. Then with a slimy smile, he slowly entered his number and made a call.

 

“Now please tell me where the secret passage is.”

 

Just then, a buzzing vibration sound came from Wujin’s pants pocket.

 

Wujin took out his phone, checked Cheong-a’s number, and narrowed his eyes slyly.

 

“I’ll tell you after we finish. Let’s finish work first.”

 

“Work all of a sudden? What kind?”

 

Wujin grinned widely, his smile stretching from ear to ear. Then he grabbed Cheong-a’s shoulders and slowly pushed her out from behind the counter.

 

“The boss asked us to do another round of ID checks. Probably because there’s a cop here. Bokseon, you check that side. I’ll handle this side.”

 

At the sight of the two looking quite affectionate, Inkyu’s head turned toward the counter several times. He was glaring fiercely at Min Woo-jin.

 

“…”

 

“Come on, hurry up.”

 

Cheong-a was pushed out of the counter and had to head to the opposite side of the room from where Park Inkyu was sitting.

 

Reluctantly taking steps, Cheong-a kept glancing at the counter as she began checking IDs.

 

“Customer, ID check…”

 

“What? You already did that earlier.”

 

“Right, of course. Yes…”

 

Of course, she did it half-heartedly.

 

The situation couldn’t have changed from when she had checked right at 10 PM earlier.

 

Besides, I’m a police officer myself, so they probably handled things well enough on their own.

 

She was casually making her rounds through the store and was about to head back to the counter.

 

Her returning steps froze in place.

 

What came into view was Park Inkyu and Min Woo-jin standing face to face.

 

There wasn’t a single word between them, but the atmosphere was as if a fight had already begun. Inkyu had his muscular arms resting on his waist, while Wujin had his arms crossed, both glaring fiercely at each other.

 

With two men well over 180cm tall occupying the space next to the counter like that, even the air felt murderous and suffocating.

 

However, to anyone watching right now, Park Inkyu was clearly the bad guy.

 

Park Inkyu’s appearance in his tiger-striped shirt contrasted with Min Woo-jin’s neat face, making him radiate an even more menacing aura.

 

‘The dignity of the Korean police… ugh.’

 

Cheong-a grabbed her stiff neck and quickly walked toward the two men.

 

At that moment, their voices began to rise.

 

“Didn’t you understand what I said? Get your eyes off her.”

 

Eyes?! Cheong-a’s mouth fell wide open at Wujin’s crude choice of words.

 

“This gigolo-looking bastard is talking rudely to a customer?”

 

Inkyu’s retort was equally vicious. Cheong-a hastily covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming.

 

“It’s because you’re acting like a stalker. Where does some loan shark-looking punk from Bulhwang-dong get off eyeing our Bokseon?”

 

Our Bokseon!

 

Since when did I become our Bokseon?!

 

As if hit by a hammer, Cheong-a could even hear the murmuring sounds of customers behind her throbbing head.

 

“What’s going on? What’s happening?”

 

“That thug uncle must be bothering the part-timer.”

 

“What’s all this about.”

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