I’m Obsessed With the Suspect - Chapter 44

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44

 

Could it be that now they can even manipulate messages?

 

‘Ha, the time has finally come when I need to throw away my phone.’

 

Just as that thought crossed her mind.

 

“Pfft.”

 

Cheong-a’s expression twisted at Wujin’s laughter.

 

“What’s so funny?”

 

“Ah, you blocked me and now you’re working so hard to act surprised.”

 

“I never blocked you.”

 

“Really? Take a look.”

 

Cheong-a looked down and rummaged through her phone to check her blocked numbers list.

 

And,

 

“Huh. Huh huh huh huh?”

 

Wujin’s number was there.

 

That number she had never blocked with her own hands was boldly saved in the blocked list.

 

And naturally, Wujin’s replies were also in the spam folder.

 

Cheong-a quickly returned to her message inbox and checked Wujin’s last message.

 

The sent date was several days ago.

 

All the messages after that were neatly piled up in the spam folder.

 

“Stop acting surprised because you’re embarrassed.”

 

Cheong-a’s rabbit-like eyes stared directly at Wujin.

 

“Unblock the spam.”

 

“Ah… Ah.”

 

Cheong-a deleted his number from the blocked list with an awkward expression. Then she marked all of Wujin’s messages that had piled up in her inbox as read.

 

「010-XXXX-XXXX: I’m ending another day thinking about Bokseon..☆」

 

Of course, she turned off the screen as soon as she checked it.

 

Because of this, Cheong-a failed to notice the screen flickering slightly the moment she checked the messages.

 

And.

 

Chaos was erupting in Wujin’s earpiece.

 

[Wow shit. She finally read it. Ack! Jackpot! I’ve installed all the hacking codes!]

 

“…”

 

[Wait, what kind of phone has triple locks? Wow, no one but me could have cracked this. Mes, I’m going to peek into Meerkat noona’s phone from now on, so stay sharp and keep her distracted.]

 

“…Mmm.”

 

At Chamkkae’s request, Wujin smiled ambiguously. Then he casually opened his mouth toward Cheong-a.

 

“You said you had something to tell me.”

 

[Ding-a-ling.]

 

However, what rang out loudly before Cheong-a’s answer was her phone’s notification sound.

 

[Huh. Huh huh? Huh? Mes! Holy shit. I screwed up!]

 

Chamkkae’s urgent cry.

 

“…?”

 

Following Wujin’s frowning expression, the phone’s voice notification began ringing loudly.

 

“One new message from Officer In Yeon-hee.”

 

“Uhhhhh?!”

 

In an instant, Cheong-a turned pale and frantically grabbed her phone, fumbling to turn off the voice function.

 

‘Of all times, right now!’

 

Cheong-a bit her lips, unable to hide her troubled expression.

 

She had to hide and keep hiding that she was police, but why did Yeonhui’s message come now?

 

And Wujin’s head turned sharply.

 

He was struggling to hold back his laughter.

 

Chamkkae’s mistake was probably turning on the voice notification function. They had almost been in a difficult situation.

 

But with one message from Officer In Yeon-hee, the situation was instantly reversed.

 

Cheong-a, clutching her phone tightly, looked at Wujin with anxious eyes.

 

And between the two, the oblivious Chairman Jang interjected. He continuously placed plates full in both hands onto the table while smiling brightly.

 

“Here, here! The meal is served. Hwaryong Restaurant’s formal course for lovers! Ah, you didn’t order? This is a service for the new menu launch, service.”

 

Chairman Jang kept winking at Cheong-a, set down even a large bottle of soju, and left the table like the wind.

 

Wujin raised his hand to stroke his cheek and slowly moved closer to Cheong-a.

 

“But Bokseon.”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“This year? In-yeon? What’s In-yeon’s congratulations?”

 

Cheong-a mobilized all the information in her head to find something to deflect with.

 

However, there wasn’t any particular excuse worth making.

 

“It’s a secret… It’s a secret.”

 

“Hmm. That’s disappointing.”

 

Wujin, whose lips were twitching, reached out and picked up the soju.

 

Crack.

 

The sound of opening the cap rang out loudly.

 

“Bokseon with many secrets, let’s have a drink.”

 

“In broad daylight?”

 

“You don’t have anything to do anyway since you quit your part-time job.”

 

Cheong-a hesitated for a moment.

 

‘I’m on duty though…’

 

But she still hadn’t figured out whether she should reveal that to Wujin or not.

 

While she hesitated to answer, an empty glass was placed in front of Cheong-a, and Wujin filled that glass to the brim with soju.

 

“You said you had something you wanted to ask me.”

 

There’s a lot.

 

A whole lot.

 

“One drink per question. But if I don’t want to answer, I’ll drink instead. How about it?”

 

Clear alcohol in a small glass. It had the distinctively sharp sweet scent of soju.

 

‘If I drink heavily… it seems like big trouble.’

 

Honestly speaking, she wasn’t confident. She also remembered when she tried to drink Wujin and Rachel under the table, but ended up being the only one who got drunk.

 

“…”

 

However, there were so many things she wanted to ask.

 

“Fine. But.”

 

“Mm?”

 

Cheong-a picked up her glass and looked directly into Wujin’s eyes.

 

“Manager has to drink two glasses each time.”

 

“Ah, two glasses?”

 

“Manager can handle alcohol better than me!”

 

“Even so, that’s too much.”

 

After hesitating for a moment, Cheong-a threw what was close to a threatening gambit.

 

“If, if you say no, I’ll take the original CCTV files to the police station. I’ll tell them that Manager manipulated, manipulated the video.”

 

It was a ridiculous story.

 

If she submitted this, it would obviously put Cheong-a at a disadvantage.

 

But right now, she could only hope that Wujin would fall for anything.

 

“…”

 

Wujin’s sharp eyes, which had been looking at Cheong-a for a moment, crinkled as he smiled.

 

“Scary threat. I guess I should give in? Okay. Deal.”

 

The first glass.

 

Cheong-a’s glass was emptied in one gulp.

 

“Why did you give me the original CCTV footage? How did you edit it?”

 

Wujin’s shoulders shrugged.

 

“Two questions is cheating. I’ll only answer one. I have a hacker friend named Chamkkae who’s pretty good at anything computer-related.”

 

“….”

 

It was honest enough, but a pretty useless answer.

 

She would need to set her questions more specifically or this would become an unfavorable game.

 

Cheong-a organized her thoughts once more in her head before picking up the second glass.

 

Then Wujin quickly scooped up a spoonful of sea cucumber juice and pushed it into Cheong-a’s mouth.

 

“Oh, what? This is delicious!”

 

“Right? This makes the alcohol go down smooth, doesn’t it? This place is famous for this. Come on, ask your next question.”

 

Cheong-a easily emptied her glass.

 

With a satisfied exclamation, heat began to rise to her face little by little.

 

“You saw everyone coming down on the CCTV from the store that day, right? Did you know who those people were?”

 

“Hmm. I saw them, right? And I knew they were police too.”

 

“How?”

 

“Dark-suited men coming down with radios?”

 

“Ah….”

 

Wujin filled Cheong-a’s glass and filled his own as well, pushing it in front of her.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“You just asked two questions again. Next time drink two glasses before asking.”

 

“Ugh. So petty.”

 

Having no choice, Cheong-a drank two glasses of alcohol in succession.

 

“How long have you been working at PC Pop? No, wait. Did you know the boss from before?”

 

Wujin, who had been quietly running his hand through his hair, let out a short sigh. Then he reached out and picked up a glass.

 

He looked straight at Cheong-a and moved his long fingers to bring the glass to his lips.

 

The movement of his Adam’s apple was clearly visible as he emptied the glass in one gulp.

 

And then he emptied another glass.

 

“That was a pretty difficult question.”

 

He avoided answering, but this was as good as giving an answer.

 

It meant there was something between him and Rachel.

 

Cheong-a took back her own glass, poured alcohol, and drank it.

 

“You and Min Yoo-shin are really brothers, right?”

 

At that question too, Wujin made a difficult expression. Without another word, he filled and emptied his glass again. Then he opened his mouth very slowly.

 

“To be precise, Yushin is the younger brother.”

 

“What? If you were going to answer, why did you drink…. Wait a minute.”

 

Min Yoo-shin.

 

He said he was forty years old.

 

“Are you also forty, Manager? No wait, you’re older?”

 

“What?”

 

As soon as Cheong-a finished speaking, loud laughter burst from Wujin.

 

“Ahaha! Ahahahahaha!”

 

“What’s so funny about this? This is serious right now…?”

 

“Ah, ahaha! What should I do? I find this really too funny.”

 

“Manager, what’s with you? Did you get a facelift? This is too, too firm.”

 

Cheong-a reached out and groped Wujin’s face.

 

Perhaps it was partly due to being a little drunk.

 

His straight forehead, smooth cheeks and firm jawline. Her hand that had been groping all the way to his mouth suddenly stopped.

 

Then Wujin’s gaze, which had been cast downward, slowly rose to meet Cheong-a’s eyes.

 

In that moment,

 

“Eek!”

 

Cheong-a jumped up from her seat in shock.

 

She realized what she had just done.

 

And,

 

Clank.

 

Something fell to the floor with a loud sound.

 

“….”

 

“….”

 

Wujin and Cheong-a’s gazes simultaneously turned to the floor.

 

“Ah, handcuffs.”

 

Wujin’s low voice carried a note of puzzlement.

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