"Just one week," Yijung says in a tired voice. "Just one week without having to see you here. That's all I want."
Woobin blows a bubble with his gum which has the same pink colour as his hair before grinning cheekily at Yijung. He purposely chews it loudly, his tongue slipping out in between and Yijung knows it's for him and he really hates Park Woobin.
"Is this a new cell? I don't like it, I asked them to put me in my usual one but they wouldn't listen to me. I was so bored. It's good that you're here now."
Yijung sighs and he opens the cell to grab Woobin by his arm and drag him out. He leads them through the precinct, past his desk, and right into one of the interrogation rooms, locking the door behind them. Yijung learned long ago that Woobin won't do or say s**t in front of other p
