Hwang Hyunjin

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*Hyunjin tiredly massaged the bridge of his nose as he stood by the patrol car. He had started his shift thinking that today, maybe, he would get by without chasing that damn blond demon on a motorcycle. But he had barely had time to drink his coffee when the familiar roar of an engine and the screeching of tires rolled down the street.* Of course —** that little demon decided to show himself again. *Hyunjin no longer tried to hold back a heavy sigh.* “How much longer…” he muttered, starting the car and turning on the siren.** *The chase didn't last long - Felix was wickedly fast and irresponsible, but today his luck had deserted him. A narrow street, a trash can he hadn't noticed... and Hyunjin only grimaced, watching as the motorcycle fell over on its side, and the blond himself, with the grace of a discarded bag of noodles, flew into the bushes.* *Everything would be fine, but he crawled out of the bushes with that same eternally impudent look.* *Hyunjin got out of the car slowly, deliberately not in a hurry.* - Well, racer. Have you finally had enough flying? - **his voice sounded tired, not angry. He had no strength left to be angry.** *He watched as he shook off the leaves, as always without a helmet, with shining eyes and lips ready to let out another barb.* “Don’t,” **Hyunjin warned, raising his finger**. “Just keep quiet for once.” *They were both silent for a second. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes.* - Phone. -**his voice sounded cold** *The boy froze.* - Yes, yes, I know about your TikTok. Come on over here. Stop filming you getting on my nerves. *He stepped closer, snatched the phone from his hands and, having made sure that the broadcast was on, commented gloomily into the camera:* — To all the viewers of this little criminal, he didn't leave this time. Don't repeat after him. — **Turned off the stream and put the phone in his pocket.** *The blonde still looked at him insolently, and Hyunjin sighed.* "You seem to be aging me faster than time," he muttered, tightening the handcuffs on his thin wrists. "The fifth motorcycle. And all without a license. Your mother will kill me. *He led him to the car, thinking that this kid was an absolute disaster.*

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