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Present day

Lalisa

Unsure which direction to lope towards, my eyes deviate towards the stairway landing somewhere in the underground, but the unlit place seems a bit odd, something is offbeat about this place, instead of being crowded. Cautiously, I stride down two steps, and unintentionally my eyes catches a piece of tear off poster at the dirty ginger yellow wall besides me, where very vividly I envision my own picture with faded printed words under highlights–wanted. No it's not me– I tell myself, but the persona I am left with among the people, is it.

Enroll in my own thoughts, I feel a hand lightly tap my shoulders from behind, and I vaguely turn my head up to meet his eyes, who's standing at the ground floor, two steps atop but worst, his height taller than I guessed it to be. Under the intense light striking over my face, it turns out pretty hard to see his face, but when I do adjust to it, my eyes go wide.

" Jimin " I lip immediately, but not loud enough for even me to hear. He waves his hand to call me up. I do not react, I'm already baffled to even move a single muscle except my own stupefied expression. I ain't sure how to react and what to do. I am totally blank, and even before my mind could kick start on his own, he takes out a lustrous real gun.

Just a difference of seconds, and the next thing, I am being shot at my chest. The heat of the bullet melts my flesh and I stand there slowly crumpling like a dry leaf on fire. I heard the screams of people around me at the blasting sound it created, and many striding steps away from this site. And within another two seconds, another sound of gun-shot echoes in the air, which pierces right through my stomach. I'm bleeding and the pain is unbearable and slaughtering, heat evaporating from my wounds. I'm bleeding, and ready to tumble down the stairs to god knows here it ends–perhaps to hell.

I flung open my eyes to see my same old grey ceiling. My heart beats race like anything, in an unsynchronized fashion, while my whole body is soaked in sweat. Just another nightmare. Two days are over since Jungkook and I last met at the custody. The investigation is officially closed but the case is still pumping up, since Jungkook will now be dragged to the court. He's still is under custody and there's no bail. Not a bailable offense after all.

I hauled off my bed and went to freshen up in the bathroom. I'm still not over that glance Jungkook last gave me, which was showcasing his innocence. It might sound ludicrous at how stupidly I believed my intuitions and contacted Mr Namjoon for help. I mean, seriously I asked helped from the officer who gives me the glare only the guilty one deserves. I didn't want to bother Mr Jung, who has been amazingly sweet to me after all the controversy. I feel like I'm stuck in a paradox and there's no way out of it.

What questions my head right now is why am I dreaming of Jimin trying to kill me? Is my subconscious mind trying me to give some hints? Precognitive dream? No, he's not alive. Absolutely not it.

I still can recall the death body of him lying coldly at his the hotel room. He can't be alive. But whatever it is, I'm afraid.

The bell rang, at sharp 9:30, the exact time he said he'd be here. Mr Kim Namjoon is surely a man of planned schedules and verily vowed to time. I headed towards the door, and as soon as I opened it, I saw Kim Seok Jin standing there. He's the sub-inspector and also a forensic expert, but I never called him to be at my place, very unconventional.

“ yes? ” I furrowed my brows at him only to earn a smug laughter.

“ won't you let me in, Ms Manoban?” 

“ what is it that you wanted to talk about? ” I asked Seok Jin, adding teaspoonful of sugar at his tea cup, and I could actually sense his vigilant eyes on me. Quite not trustable. It's really hard to see what he thinks behind those conceited eyes full of jokes lingering around his throat. He's not totally how he looks, a serious and certainly canny human resides behind this facade.

“ I'm here because I'm afraid, Ms Manoban, Namjoon can't be here any sooner. ” I only arched my brows at him, and he continued. “ he's out for another important case, after all this bullshit is over here, after all Mr Jeon confessed ”he then sips the cup of tea that I offered him out of pure generosity. Note the sarcasm.  “ what is it that you wanted to ask Namjoon? Can't you trust me enough over it? ”

“ this is something really important and I want to  keep some facts, clear, and believable. ” I started firmly and when I saw his slight nod, I continued. “ I want to know how much evidence is against Jungkook ”

“ there are few, but frankly not enough. His confession is the only bait, and honestly the strongest proof we could ever accommodate ” he stated, his words dripping with the sips of tea he's been consuming along with reliability. He's right, most of the evidences are against me, and Taehyung, and a bit pointing their pins at Chaeyoung. But him? He could have easily slipped off the case and nobody could have dared to even ask a single piece of shit from him, the influence power and money can possess, and also he has on people. What makes it so complex is his confession. He's a man built with intelligence and charm, something even detectives like Namjoon can't see through, surely it wasn't the whole case. It's merely a speck of the whole conspiracy.

“ do you think he's stupid enough to blurt out his own death? ” he then asked, the exact same question which has been finding place in my head ever since it all happened, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that he did it out of anger and envy, my mind itself wasn't buying it. And I knew the answer but not the reason.

“ of course not, he's not what he's showing us, he's like a mirage. Just the matter of science. He's quite expert at it ” Jin muttered again, before I could muster up a 'no' at his earlier question. I should have known that he's no seeking answers from me, he's just digging up questions which I'll have to find out.

Mind games. Is he trying to play with me? Which side he is–--with or against the whole thick proof that Jungkook himself has smacked against those officers who were tossing glares of hatred on me.

“ so why do you think he's doing this? Why did he do it? ” I questioned, it was the same thing captivating my own brain, the reason for my sleepless nights.

“ I don't know, why don't you ask him? ” he suggested and then took out a black leather file from the shoulder bag he brought with him. Placing the file over the table, he informed, “ it's everything you require to reach to the real murderer, now deal it yourself. I've prepared it specifically and specially for you. It's up to you whether you gain success in solving the riddle or lose yourself into the mirror maze that someone laid for you ”

I was taken aback, seeing the file. His intentions were quite unclear and irresolute. Why would he do this for me or is it just another bait?

“ and why did you do it for me? Why do you think should I trust you, or should I reframe my question, how do you even trust me with this? You know it's illegal to pass information regarding the investigation, you can lose your job. Just with this one mistake. ” I threatened to check if it's just one of his games. He's known for the jokes and pranks.

“ alright, if you don't want help.. ” he trailed, and then leaned forward to take up the file. I hesitated, and quickly said, “ fine. I'm ready to take the risk ”

I sat there across Jeon Jungkook with only the glass being the barrier. Our two mini rooms fitted with microphones for communication across. He's now in light grey uniform that probably every accused is supposed to wear on their stay at jail I'd say. Our eyes are gleaming at each other for the past one minute and nobody has dared to part lips to initiate any conversation. Pretty obvious, he doesn't want his secrets unwrapped.

He finally releases a heavy sigh and tugs a curvy smile over his lips, and mutters. “ what brings you here, Lisa? ”

His mouth lipping my name brings a queer feeling inside me and I immediately feel it's mental as well as physical impact--- goosebumps. Shrugging it off, I mouth, “ just questions and I want answers, not your remarks about anything else or how stupid you think of me ”

He chuckles quite loudly and rests his broad shoulders onto the chair's back. “ okay ”

“ I have only four minutes left to deal with your insanely calculative words. Don't try to deceit me, it won't work ” with that, I start again, “ why did you confess it? And no, I don't want an answer with explanation stating your tongue slipped coz everyone knows, it didn't. More specifically, it can't. ” coz you're Jeon Jungkook for goodness shakes.

He weaves a smirk across his handsome face before speaking. “ right. And I'm not obliged to give you the reason either ” This time, he doesn't denies that he lied. His confession was a lie?

“ what makes you think so I did it on purpose? Lisa. I mean, don't try to act farcical. I confessed what I committed and I have no regrets ” he quotes further, which of course isn't something I'll believe so easily. His smirks tell what he's saying, but far behind this smirk locates a plan. What kind? Pretty intangible.

“ you're good at pretending. Jeon. Try this out with someone else, I'll be asking you simple questions and I want honest answers this time? Three more minutes. Bear it ” I then calmly ask furthermore. “ where were you the whole night? ”

He chuckles, as expected. “ pass ”

It gets irritating every time he chuckles. I'm trying to help him, but he's not ready to cooperate. What the heck is up with him? I clench my jaw unconsciously and question. “ why did Jisoo unnie visit you? ”

I expected another grin from him, but he rather remains quiet, and as I arch my brows, his eyes travel back to meet my eyes. I catch the glimpse of 'confusion' in them for a split second before he plasters a lopsided grin. Here goes another.

“ just like you, doubtful bitch ”

This becomes unbearable, “ Mr Jeon Jungkook, shut the fuck up. I don't like hearing cursed words for my unnie, she's like a mother figure to me. She's always be–--” I control myself get re bursting out some more nonsense. I mean why would he care?

He's not ready to help himself. “ listen, Jungkook, I'm ready to help you. Please just don't put yourself. You knew it well right? That they do not have enough evidence to put you behind bars, then why? ” I wrinkle my forehead in utmost confusion clouding my mind since two days. It's hard to breathe living that way and I don't want any innocent to hang to death. He's shrewd and not the kind of man to blurt out things even after a torment--- confessing in custody out of rage is a far cry and too trivial for a mistake. A man with great perseverance, everyone knows his almost impossible achievements -- from sports to academics and work. A man for whom women practically drool over, why the heck is he trying to hang himself up for something probably he didn't even commit.

“ ...because ” he says, his gaze now down on floor and almost inaudible through the microphone. I stretch, “ because..? ”

The bell rings and two officers from each side enter the mini talking boot. “ time's over ma'am” the lady officer behind me informs and waits for me to go out. Time's up.

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A/N :
DOP : 24th May 2019

I freaking wrote 2000+ words for this chapter. You won't believe but I wrote half of the chapter this morning from 1:00 to 3:00 am LOL.

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