beau / bəʊ / adjective
in english : good-looking
meaning : (of a person) physically attractive

"Ugh namjoon i hate you." Minseo groaned out as she was examining the 4th body.

Hunger and exhaustion was an understatement in her case. Her entire body was completely worn out and her eye muscles struggled to keep her heavy eyelids from dropping. The last time she was ever this tired was in college when she was pulling all nighters with a pillow, a hot cup of coffee, essential oils and a thousand pages that she had yet to go through.

Tick tock. The ticking of her watch pulsated against her wrist, resonated with her silent breaths and steady heartbeats.

Just one more body, girl. 

So far she found nothing suspicious about the last 3 bodies. They all had no bruises or any signs of external force. Blood tests came out normal too.

Minseo pulled out the last body.

Ah, the Ghoul tree guy.

To say the least, she was stunned by this boy's youth and goodlooks. The other few bodies consisted of middle-aged people who didn't know how to brush their teeth properly. This guy however, had flawless skin, blue from the cut-off oxygen supply, but she could imagine how handsome he would be if he were to be alive. He could've been a model- no. A prince.

He had full plump lips that pouted out effortlessly, tempting minseo to kiss them. His graceful face proportions were stunning enough to seduce girls with just one look, not to mention his slim waist that complimented his broad shoulders and athletic physique. He had manly, veiny arms with beautifully crooked fingers. His nails were kinda long though. Maybe he never had time to clip them off.

He's dead. Minseo reminded herself and carried on with her work.

First, she removed the rope tied around his neck. Then examined the marks around his neck.

It was red and bruised up, blue-black all over with burn marks probably from the rope. But wait. No scratch marks?

She went back to look at the rope, it was perfect. No scratches, no pulled out threads, and seeing as his nails were pretty long it would've been impossible to not leave any sign of struggle on the rope and his neck. He didn't struggle at all.

I have to run his blood test ASAP.

Minseo drew out a pint of his blood, and rushed to the lab to run the blood tests.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

After meticulously analysing blood samples for an hour, she found that his blood wasn't clean. Traces of halcion were found in his blood samples.

Sleeping pills.

"He was drugged." Minseo said outloud.

A clapping sound echoed in a distance, and slow, tentative footsteps drew closer and closer. But she should've been alone. Who would drop by the morgue at this hour?

"Congrats, now can you help me find my killer?"

author's note :

hey if i got the theories and chemicals wrong please notify me. sorry, never went to a school to learn how to kill someone. ;) writing this based on my limited knowledge from sherlock.

and to romance lovers out there don't worry, there won't be smut but expect fluff.