Triggering You | Moon Baek [Trigger] x Reader

When We Touch (part 1)

The police station office smells faintly of burnt coffee and old paper, a sour tang that clings to the back of your throat. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, while the air conditioner rattles like it might give out at any second. You sit across from a pair of police officers, hands folded in your lap. Your pulse is a steady drum you can't quiet. Beside you, Moon Baek slouches like he owns the metal chair , one long leg stretched out, hair falling into his eyes. He looks like wandered in from a different world entirely.

Questions fly. Dates. Times. Motives. Each one meant for you, but Moon Baek answers first every single time, his voice lazy and deep. "I already told you," he says when they ask again how you arrived at Won-Seong's apartment. "Let her speak," the older officer snaps, irritation sharpening his voice.

You blink, finally noticing how far you've drifted, how your own thoughts have been a fog. You draw in a breath, straighten your back, and lift your chin. Moon Baek's gaze flicks towards you, quick and assessing. The tension in his shoulders eases as if your small act of resolve belongs to him, too. You glance sideways for courage. He's already watching. The faintest smile curves his mouth before he reaches beneath the table and slides his hand over yours, warm and solid.

"You got this," he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. Your heart jolts. You don't pull away.

The other officer finally looks directly at you, now that you're no longer staring at the floor. Something sparks in his expression, recognition. "Wait," he says, leaning forward. "Aren't you that famous model—I mean, that famous news reporter! Y/N L/N, right?"

You nod once, forcing a polite smile, pretending the sudden attention doesn't crawl under your skin. Across the table, the officers gaze lingers a beat too long. He adjusts his badge, smoothing a hand over his uniform as though straightening himself for you.

"Well," he continues, voice taking on a slick edge, "no offence, but what's a beauty like you doing outside your lane?" He lets the word lane drag, the innuendo clumsy but unmistakable. "It's unusual for women to chase guns, after all..."

The comment lands like a slap. You open your mouth, heat rising in your chest—

—but Moon Baek is faster.

"Who are you to talk to her like that? Shouldn't you be doing your job?!" His voice cuts through the room , low and lethal. He leans forward, eyes narrowing, his hand still perfectly resting upon mine. "You're the one out of your lane. Flirting with a girl half your age while she's trying to give a statement."

Both officers stiffen, caught between embarrassment and anger. Moon Baek doesn't blink. His stare is a blade, unrelenting, their confidence shrinking under it.

Moon Baek finally breaks the silence with a loud, theatrical sigh. "By the way," he drawls, glancing around the room as if he's bored of their scowls, "where is Lee Do?" The two officers exchange a look, unimpressed. One of them rubs a hand across his jaw, clearly tired of the game. Moon catches it and leans forward, a sly grin cutting across his face.

"How about this," he says, voice low but carrying. "I'll give you the whole story from the very beginning..." He lets the pause stretch until they're forced to meet his eyes. "...but you have to let her go first."

Their eyebrows lift, curiosity flickering. The older officer exhales through his nose, then finally waves a hand. "Fine, she can leave." Relief swells through you so fast it almost knocks you off balance. You rise, your chair scraping the floor, and Moon Baek's hand is suddenly there, steady and warm. You grip it harder than you intend, a silent thank-you, before forcing yourself to let go.

"You're welcome," he mouths, winking, that impossible half smile daring you to stay.

By the time you reach home, exhaustion drapes over you like wet cloth. The smell of coffee and city rain still clings to your hair. Min-Ji practically tackles you at the door, arms tight around your shoulders. "Y/N! Oh my God—you didn't pick up! I called so many times, I was worried sick!" Her voice shakes as she pulls back to scan your face. "Boss called you to broadcast the whole Lee Do thing. I told him you were sick." You sag against the wall, grateful for the lie and Min-Ji's whole existence.