"Hey man! What's up?"

The loud sonorous voice of an individual brought the nerdy boy back to reality. Namjoon instantly turned his chair around to face his best friend.

"I am all good, Jin. How is your case going on?" He asked the older boy, who was placing his belongings on the table and preparing himself for the new task.

"Just completed one of the assignments, I want to peace out now," Jin sighed while plopping down on his black leather chair and rotated it over and over again, like a small kid.

Not that the action could peace him out, Namjoon chuckled while thinking.

"You? Aren't you working on that boy's case?"

"Yeah, well I am but.. it is rather twisted, not normal at all and needs a lot of understanding," Namjoon threw the paper that was seconds ago in his hand, on the desk which barely landed an inch away from his monitor. Frustrated sigh was all he could release out— after all the time was exceptionally hard for him.

Nothing seemed to be right, everything is messed up the second Namjoon gets it right and of course, it irritated the IQ god the most.

"Feels like he did something quite wrong like..."

"Killing someone?"

"Exactly!" Namjoon clicked his fingers while nodding.

"Wow, after all, IQ God—"

"Stop calling me that, you already know my aversion for that name," Namjoon gritted his teeth, yet playfully enough that Jin started cackling up the second the younger boy made a face.

But when he opened his mouth to say something further, the loud ring of his telephone interrupted his sentence. Picking the call, he attached the handset straight to his ear.

"Yes?"

"Please help me!"

A high pitched sound echoes, almost succeeding in deafening Namjoon but keeping his calm, he replied.

"Ma'am, you dialed the—"

"No! Please don't hang up, save us!"

The cries of the girl on the other side of the phone indeed panicked Namjoon but in the end, he didn't have the authority to go on an emergency. He just couldn't do anything other than calling the emergency number of the police officer.

He contemplated several times on hanging up but somewhere inside him, he scolded him for even considering this an option. If someone was in danger or needed help, being an officer indeed means helping the ailing community of the country.

So, there is no chance of shrugging off a situation.

"Okay, first calm down and tell me where are you?" As much as Namjoon could control the panic, he tried his best to help the lady through a phone call.

"Street 9, near snowglobe apartments. Officer, please save us."

The urgency in her voice kept on increasing, making Namjoon anxious.

What if she was in trouble which couldn't be solved easily? What if she needed someone's help?

And considering the fact that the address she told him is a rather secluded place where only gangsters or goons reside— she could be in danger.

"Is everything—"

But cutting his friend's sentence, Namjoon hurriedly tucked his cellphone in the back pocket and while slinging his jacket over his shoulder, the boy rushed towards the door.

"Jin, I—"

"Alright, go and save her."

With a slight nod, Namjoon dashed towards the location.