"I don't like mushrooms, tiger."

"Are you joking? How can you not like mushrooms? Mushrooms are the best!" Sang Hee exclaimed before she nudged Himchan away when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

She was currently making breakfast as a peace offering, but Himchan was not making it easy to keep the peace.

"I just don't like them. Don't put them in."

Sang Hee groaned dramatically, "I already put them in. Why are you so picky?"

"You're the one that offered to make breakfast." He said defensively.

Sang Hee pouted, "I wouldn't have offered if I knew what a pain in the you were going to be."

"Well if you were going to make me food, you might as well make me something I'd actually eat."

She scoffed, "So just pick off the mushrooms and give them to me. I'll eat them and you can shove the rest of the omelette down your throat."

"You can still taste it on the rest of the omelette." He said while leaning his back beside the  stove with his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the frying pan.

"Are you being difficult on purpose?" She asked while raising an eyebrow.

Himchan tilted his head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Sang Hee looked up at the ceiling, praying for the heavens to shut Himchan up, "I'm never making food for you ever again."

"Again…you're the one who offered, tiger." He said while watched her toss finely chopped onions into the pan.

"It was supposed to be a peace offering, but now I don't even care. The peace is ruined." She muttered. 

Himchan raised his brow in amusement, "You can't just buy me with food, tiger. I'm not that easy."

"Clearly." She huffed.

Himchan sighed and pushed himself off the counter, "If it's such a pain in the then don't make me breakfast. I don't care. I'll just buy something on the way. I never asked you to do this."

"Fine." She hissed angrily, "Then go sit in your car until I'm finished."

Himchan scowled and grabbed his keys before walking away, "Fine. You have 5 minutes to get down or I'm leaving without you."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"FINE!"

-----

Himchan leaned his head against his seat and closed his eyes.

It was 15 minutes and she had yet to come out.

He should drive off. She already knows that he was only giving her 5 minutes. So leaving would be justified.

But every time he pulled out of the parking lot, he'd just circle back around.

It was just because he didn't want to hear her complain when she made it back to the precinct. He'd have to hear her annoying voice go on and on about how she had to run or pay for taxi fare or something else he'd have to suffer through.

Yeah.

He groaned in relief when he saw her stride casually out of the apartment with a container in her hand. But instead of walking towards him, she just started walking to the bus stop at the curb.

Himchan sighed and drove up to the bus stop before honking the horn and rolling down his window. "Get in, we're already late."

Sang Hee's eyes were wide when she saw him and just stared without moving. She thought he had already left by now.

"What ar--"

"Just hurry up." He barked.

Sang Hee scoffed before getting in. Himchan was about to speed off, when Sang Hee held out the plastic box to him.

He raised a brow as he stared at it, "What is this?"

"I made one without mushrooms. Eat it."

His eyes darted to her in surprise but she was looking away. She shook the box in front of him, "Take it."

Himchan's mouth opened with a snarky comment, but nothing came out. 

He slowly reached out and took the box from her before setting it between his legs. He used one hand to lift the rolled omelette, wrapped in a tissue to his mouth before using his other hand to drive away.

He would never tell her.

But it was the best damn omelette he ever tasted.

-----

Sang Hee held her breath as she stood in front of the crime scene.

She leaned forward and stared at the decaying body strapped into the driver's seat of an old, rusty car.

"How long has the victim been in there?" She asked Chae Mi while pinching her nose.

The red head pushed her goggles up and look at the body, "Based on state of decay, I'm guessing about 6 months."

Himchan walked up with his shirt pulled up to cover his nose, "Cause of death?"

Chae Mi narrowed her eyes at him before facing the body, "There are ligature marks around our victim's neck indicated strangulation and judging by the placement of the body, they were strangled while in the vehicle."

"So the killer had to be in the car with them." Himchan pointed out while scanning the back seats.

Sang Hee pursed her lips, "Why do you keep saying 'they'? You can't identify the gender?"

"It's a little tricky." Chae Mi said while standing up, "The victim is in their late teens, early twenties. It's hard to tell with all the decay, but our victim has female s but male ia."

Himchan raised his brows, "Transgender?"

"That's my guess." Chae Mi said while pulling off her rubber gloves, "The problem is that we need to wait until I can do an autopsy before I can tell what body part they were born with. But my guess is that they were born male."

Sang Hee tilted her head, "If they have both body parts, that much mean that their transitions aren't done yet. They must still be in the primary surgery stages."

"Which makes ID-ing them difficult since we don't know if they changed their identity along with their gender." Himchan muttered while scanning the car that was leaves covering the surface.

"Does this make it a hate crime?" Sang Hee asked as she looked at Himchan.

The male narrowed his eyes as he knelt to the ground, "It's too early to tell."

"Guys!"

The pair turned to see Chin Hwae and Dong Chul walking towards them. Chin Hwae waved a clipboard at them.

"We ran the plates and the car belongs to a 47 year old, Park Chan Myun."

"Do you have his address?"

Chin Hwae handed him a scrap of paper and Himchan scanned the information.

"Time to pay him a little visit."

-----

"Are you Park Chan Myun?"

The elder man blinked at Himchan and Sang Hee who were standing outside his proch before nodding slowly.

He opened his door a little wider, "Yes. Can I help you?"

"We're from the Seoul police department and we have a few questions." Sang Hee said while flashing her badge.

"What is this regarding?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"Honey, who's at the door?" A soft voice called out from inside of the house.

A woman, around the same age of Park Chan Myun, walked over to door, curiously.

"The police. They said they had questions."

The woman tilted her head in worry, "What is this about?"

"Your car has been detained as a crime scene and we'd like to ask you a few questions about it." Sang Hee stated seriously.

Chan Myun and his wife stared at them dubiously, "My car? My car is out in the drive way. What are you talking about?"

Sang Hee turned her head and saw the modest little car parked in the front. "Is this your only vehicle?"

The woman nodded, "That's only one under our name."

"What about this one?" Himchan said while handing them a picture of the car, minus the dead body.

The couple stared at the picture before the man's face darkened, "We have no relation to this car."

"Honey, please." The wife said softly, "They're cops."

Sang Hee and Himchan raised their brows at the sudden tension that was in the air, "What is it?"

The wife sighed and placed her hand on her husband's back, "That's the car we got our son when he turned 16."

"He's not our son." Chan Myun barked.

Himchan eyes zeroed in on him, "You don't have a son?"

"We do!" The woman said quickly, "It's just that--"

"He's not welcome here anymore." Chan Myun said gruffly.

Sang Hee glanced at Himchan before addressing the couple, "Can we ask why?"

Chan Myun looked away but his wife sighed, "Our son is…is…"

"Transgender." Himchan said bluntly.

Sang Hee pursed her lips when she realized who they were talking to.

The victim's parents.

"Disgusting." Chan Myun muttered under his breath.

Sang Hee felt her brows dip together in displeasure as the man muttered more vulgarities under his breath.

"So you disowned him?"

Chan Myun snorted, "He is an embarrassment to this family. I don't want anything to do with a disgusting abomination. He was born male, God made him male and he wanted to go against that. He wanted to go against His wishes. He was not welcomed anymore."

Sang Hee felt her fists curl, "God also emphasizes on the concept of acceptan--"

She stopped when she felt Himchan's hand rest on her back and bunched up a fist full of her shirt, telling her to stop provoking the man whose son was murdered.

Chan Myun's lips twitched into a snarl, "You have no right to comment on my family life."

His wife shifted uncomfortably before her eyes widened, "Wait, you said that this car was a crime scene. What happened?"

Himchan sighed and rolled his shoulders, "I think we should come in and have a seat."

-----

Sang Hee grabbed Himchan's arm and pulled him back just as he was about to enter the living room after Chan Myun and his wife.

"What?" He asked in annoyance.

Sang Hee chewed on her lip as her nails accidentally dug into Himchan's arm, "I've never…never done this before."

"Interview someone?" He asked with a raised brow, "Of course you have."

Sang Hee shook her head, "No, I've never had to break the news to someone that their kid was murdered."

Himchan started at her long and hard before his eyes softened just by a fraction, "It'll never be easy. No matter how many times you do it. You could do it now or ten years from now and it will always feel the same. Your stomach will always drop and you'll always want to cover your ears when they cry."

"So what do am I supposed to do?" She whispered hastily.

Himchan stared at her before pulling her hand off of his arm, "Re