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  “Mmm, Hoseok... of course, I can’t deny how good looking he is. Even for him, I’d drop the most thrilling case file. But I only think that way ever since I met the guy. Dating or even flirting with others wasn’t really my cup of tea and I became a workaholic. Still think I am one ---- with the slight but important difference that Hoseok is the break I needed, the calm that should remind me to live a little. As exciting murder cases etc. can be, the one place I really want to be at is with him. I feel happier and realized I have someone to come back to at the end of the day. Hoseok is my home.”

  Hana was pregnant. Something she never had thought would happen to her so early did happen and as terrified as she was, the detective also felt happiness blooming inside of her. But Hana had yet to tell her child’s father, part of the reason why the young woman seemed more tense than relaxed during her picnic date with Hoseok. A comfortable blanket, delicious sandwiches, fruits and drinks, perfect, sunny weather ----- and still no wide grin from Hana, something that the male probably noticed within minutes, asking her what was wrong. “Nothing----” the Japanese girl mumbled as she took her hand, kissing the knuckles. “At least. I think nothing’s wrong but I feel a little nervous. There is something I need to tell you and, I just don’t know how to start...”

     Her eyes wandered over the moving boxes scattered around the room. The kitchen and living room were also stuffed with those; who thought that moving could be so exhausting? They both didn’t have that much stuff but it still took longer than imagined and now that they finally brought all their belongings to their new home, there was no need to drive back and forth anymore. Hana and Hoseok were home. “Baby!” She chirped despite the fatigue slowing down her movements. Hana wrapped her arms around his neck, humming as their eyes met and with a little jolt of energy, the detective kissed his lips. “We’re home.”

            “oh come ON, it’s not gonna be as bad as you think it is!” 

     “make up your mind, otherwise i’m going by myself.”

            a single hand scratched at the back of his neck, a sign of dohwan’s confusion. to the first person who he laid eyes on, he stopped them and asked for clarification. “i’m supposed to be going to THIS address,” he points to it on his phone, “but i can’t seem to find it... are you able to help me out?” 

hI MY FRIEND IT’S BEEN A WHILE WELCOME BACK !!!