The idea of partnerships was an idea that never sat well in Byunghee’s mind, at least in the context of in the office.
Correction.
The idea of “in the office” was an idea that never sat well in Byunghee’s mind. The detective much rather preferred the spontaneity of field work; desks and swivel chairs organized everything too much.
If one looked back say, a week ago, one would find Byunghee laughing at both ideas. But in the present time, the man could only grumble to himself as he made his way down the hallway of a law firm.
His eyes darted around the vicinity, hoping to find the name he had so furiously committed to memory. At the sight of another person, he immediately turned to them. “E-Excuse me,” he stammered, not used to being lost, “Where can I find Ok Taecyeon?”
One ten-second bow later, he received his response in the form of the wind whistling past his ears. Byunghee blinked. How rude.
Coming back up, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and stared at the address scribbled onto it. He did come to the right place, right? Furrowing his brows, he strutted through the hallways once more before dramatically falling onto his knees in an empty one. “Ok Taecyeooooon,” he wailed, “Where are youuuuuuuu?”