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"i have no cases to give you!" minghao says for the fourth time, shooting the journalist a glare. "how many times do i gotta tell you? no! cases!"
mingyu pouted and the exasperated policeman's eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his eyes so quickly that mingyu might've thought it was just his imagination.
"officer xu," he whined again persistently when the other stubbornly turned his attention away from him to the computer screen in front of him. mingyu breaks into a charming smile in attempt to woo information out of him. "do you think i'm cute?"
it was just a random idea, a desperate thing to make him spill something--
"what? where did that come from?" minghao sputtered indignantly. HE TOOK THE BAIT, he excitedly thinks, HE'S AFFECTED TOO, the officer looked slightly pink to mingyu's delight. mingyu fleetingly thinks that maybe going out on one date with the officer might not seem too bad. the officer was kind of cute, now that he mentioned it.
"no reason. so, do you think i'm cute or nah? no hard feelings if you don't think so."
there was a silence. and then, "maybe-- hic."
mingyu's eyes widened and minghao turns pink, flustered.
"is that--"
"no--hic--shut up." he bites his lip. "okay, yeah, whatever. ugh."
"you have pinocchio syndrome," mingyu said slowly in amazement, "how come i didn't know this?"
"it's none of you journalists' business--hic."
mingyu shoots him a suggestive grin, and pleasantly asks when the officer kept hiccuping, "so...i'm not cute? is that it?"
"shut--hic--up," minghao lets out a frustrated groan and grumbles, "okay! fine, you're cute, now go away."
mingyu grins and feels a funny feeling in his chest and proceeds to interrogate the officer with random questions for the rest of the day.