I woke up to the sound of the wind whistling against the small opening of my bedroom's window, my eyelids taking their time to process the fact that they had to let go of each other. The slight rays of sunlight that were capable of finding their way through the narrow parting of the curtains illuminated my room slightly, bringing some dust particles into view while it was at it.. I sweeped my hand across the bed stand blindly, waiting for them to come in contact with my clock. The moment I felt the cold metal against my warm skin, I picked the clock up and inched it close to my face, my eyebrows furrowing the moment I saw what time it was.

7 AM.

I put the clock back aggressively on the nightstand, then pinched my nose bridge and groaned in annoyance. It was a Saturday, meaning that I woke up early on a weekend day. Great. I let my arms drop next to me on the mattress with a thud, then turned my head to the right only to see the other side of the bed empty.

He already left?

I turned my head back to it's original position and stayed there for a while, thinking of where he could possibly be. Then it hit me,' Why are you thinking about him? Since when did anyone's whereabouts except for Jimin's ever matter to you?'

Oh right! Jimin!

At the thought of his name, my body immediately jerked upwards and I found myself running to my bedroom door, deeply wishing that I would find him sitting on the couch or standing in the kitchen. The moment I twisted the door knob and the door was pulled open, I felt extremely disappointed to find out that I was all alone in the house.

I thought he said he was going to come back.

A wave of sadness overtook my whole body as my hand's grip loosened on the door knob. It had always been like that, but it never failed to crush my soul every single time. The way we both looked out for our jobs more than we looked out for each other was sad, especially that we spent most of our childhood together, never leaving each other's sides, not even once.

I walked towards my nightstand and picked up my phone, only to find Jimin's name the first thing illuminated on my screen. I immediately clicked on the message he had sent me at 3 AM.

The case I'm working on kind of took too long, so I might not be able to make it home tonight. See you in the morning. Sleep tight ❤

I shut my phone right after seeing the heart he had sent and then threw myself down on my bed, my heart beating madly in my rib cage. Yes, I was furious with myself and with him. I hated the way he gave importance to everything but me, and I hated myself for caring about it too much. But then again, I always had to remind myself that he was a policeman, that he had to give in all his time and effort to maintain the safety of everyone.

I let out a deep breath before finally standing up and walking towards the bathroom that was inside my bedroom. The door was jammed, so I had to give it a good push before it was thrown to the inside. Once the door was opened, I felt weak to the knees and my head span at the sight in front of me. I wanted to scream, but I was too taken aback to even process what had happened or what I was seeing. My body found its way to the floor really quickly, and soon my trembling body was stuck to the wall next to the sink. My eyes couldn't leave the red liquid that filled my bathtub, some of it even flowing down the sides of it and onto the white tiles of the bathroom, staining them with a dark shade of red.

Tears started forming at the edges of my eyes as I fought with all my might to catch my breath again, but no matter how much I tried, I still wasn't capable of breathing. Nothing but the sounds of my heavy gasping for air and the dripping of blood even further into the bathtub was heard.

I looked with horror at Taehyung's open eyes as his neck leaked the rest of the blood that his body contained. He was literally sitting in a pool of his own blood, in my bathtub, his head titled a bit to the left, exposing more of the slit that he had on his neck. On the floor next to the tub was a sharp, bloody piece of glass, the blood that was on it shining due to the bathroom light above it.

Just as I was going to try to help myself up, I heard the loud ringtone of my phone vibrate in the room. With shaking legs, I made my way quickly towards it, hoping that it was Jimin. It took a couple of seconds for my shaky fingers to slide the green icon to the right in order to answer the call, then put the phone close to my ears.

"Sun Hee! Are you okay?! Did something happen?!" I heard him ask on the other line, the sound of his voice making me want to cry. My hands kept on shaking against my ears, so I had to hold the phone with both my hands.

"J-Jimin," I managed to stutter, only to cause more tears to fall from my eyes.

I wanted to speak more, but unfortunately I couldn't. I was facing a whole case of oxygen deficiency that there was nothing to vibrate my vocal chords. The air that entered my mouth was only enough for me to gasp, and it caught Jimin's attention.

"Sun Hee, stay where you are. You are home right now right?" He asked me.

I nodded as though he could see me, then immediately replied with a faint 'yes' when I realized that he wasn't physically here.

"There are a lot of police cars coming towards your house right now. A murder case came in a couple of minutes ago and the address is your house. I don't know what happened, but I'm coming to get you right now, hopefully before the police officers get there first. Don't exit the house. Do you hear me Sun Hee?" I heard him say, then a long beep of car horns followed after.

"Yes," I cried out, my eyes landing again on the red liquid that was on my bathroom floor.

"I'll hang up now. Take care," He said before the call ended, leaving me all alone with a dead Taehyung. I let my hands fall to my lap before proceeding to cry my eyes out. It was going to be a stupid idea to come anywhere near the crime scene because then my DNA will get printed somewhere, so I decided to stay on my bed until Jimin comes to get me.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my chin on my knees while rocking myself back and forth against my mattress. Taehyung was dead. He died in my bathroom overnight. I didn't even know how such a thing could happen. Soon, I found myself blaming it all on myself, for allowing Taehyung to sleep in my room. The last thing I remembered of him was his thank you for simply letting him share a bed with me instead of sleeping on the couch, and even though I didn't really like him or his blabbering habit, that memory made me cry even more. Without even realizing it, I found my head buried between my knees, my mouth releasing muffled screams as my body shook in fright. I was reliving it again. I was reliving the tragic moment of loss that I had to face a long time ago. Signs of my trauma started surfacing as I shook hard against my own knees, my hands not capable of remaining stable.

"Sun Hee!" I suddenly heard Jimin's voice after a loud bang of my apartment's door against the wall behind it. In no more than three seconds, I found Jimin in my room, his face sweaty and hair stuck to his forehead. The sight of him in front of me made me break down even further.

He walked towards me really quickly after taking a look at the crime scene. His facial expression flipped when he saw his friend dead in my bath tub in the middle of his own crimson red blood. He walked away from the bathroom after taking a quick look at it then sat in front of my destroyed self.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked me despite the fact that he just the corpse of his friend.

"I-I'm s-so scared," I let out faintly, my voice shaking along my whole entire body. Jimin's eyes portrayed utter concern, and soon I found my head pressed against his chest, my ears capable of hearing his heart beats. His arms wrapped themselves around my whole entire figure, crushing me even deeper into his chest.

"It is okay. It is okay,"He kept on repeating to me as one hand caressed my head rapidly.

I felt a cold drop of liquid hit my shoulder, and I instantly knew that it was time for Jimin to start mourning over the death of his friend. Jimin and I stayed like that for what felt like five minutes before we felt the presence of other people in the place, causing us to pull away from each other's comforting embrace. In front of us stood a whole team of police officers and a detective. All the officers immediately proceeded with inspecting the scene and taking pictures of the slightest details. On the other hand, the detective walked forward to us first.

"Officer Park," The detective greeted Jimin, who responded with a slight head bow.

The detective gave Jimin a slight sad smile before turning his head towards me. I immediately looked down the moment his eyes caught mine. Jimin noticed how scared I felt, so he put one arm around me shoulder and pulled me close to his body.

"Dr. Sun Hee. It's a pleasure to meet you, just not in such a situation," He said, my eyes caught a glimpse of his smile which actually scared me more than it did welcome me.

Not looking someone in the eye is a sign of guilt. You didn't do anything wrong so look into his eyes and speak. Don't prove your innocence. Don't show any negative emotion.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir," I said, catching both Jimin and the detective off guard due to my sudden confidence.

I could tell that my eyes still had some accumulated tears in them, and that my nose and cheeks were most probably still tinted in red, but I still had to induce a change in my attitude.

"You seem so perplexed and this is natural. I don't have to talk much. You already understand how someone feels after such situations. And I don't think I need to get started with the procedures. I'm pretty sure you know them too," He said straight to the point.

"Yes. I'm familiar with the procedure," I replied, my eyes fixated on both the police officers doing their job and on the detective. The more I looked at the officers moving around, the more I felt suffocated, so I forced myself to look away for the time being.

"So, can you please tell me what happened? There is no need to ask you to be completely honest with me, right?" He asked me, causing me to nod.

"Taehyung came over last night. He told me that Jimin asked him to stay with me for the night until he comes back. We did nothing but talk a bit and drink some tea then we slept. The two of us slept here, and then just this morning I found his body in the bathroom that way," I said, trying to my best to swallow the lump that was stuck in the middle of my throat.

The detective eyed me skeptically, his pen paused halfway on his notebook. I couldn't see what was wrong with what I had said that he had to look at me that way, so I just kept silent and waited for his next question.

"Was there no one else present with you? Here, in this apartment last night or had entered this morning?" He asked me, his eyebrows fused together.

Jung Hoseok, but he is considered nonexistent.

I shook my head at him," We were completely alone both yesterday and today morning."

"Then who made the report?" He asked me, finally resting the pen in the middle of the notebook and pinning it with his thumb.

Right.

"What?" I asked him.

"We received a report just recently stating that there was a murder right here in this apartment. That means that someone must've witnessed the murder," He clarified, causing my heart beats to increase.

What does that mean?

"Dr. Sun Hee. Did you make that phone call?" He asked me, his eyebrows still knitted as his eyes watched me and my reactions carefully.

I stayed silent, my eyes scanning the floor in front of me. There was nothing for me to say or do but think how messed up that situation was. Someone clearly murdered Taehyung, but it wasn't me. That exact same someone pinned it on me, and now I'll sound extremely suspicious for denying everything because it won't make sense at all.

"Sun Hee," I heard Jimin call. I looked up, my eyes meeting his.

"Did you make that phone call?" He asked me, his voice stern yet showing some form of love and concern.

There is no way out of this. If I lie, I'll end up piling lies after lies and eventually I'll get caught. I can't tell the truth either because no one will believe me.

"I'll only talk in the presence of my lawyer."

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Hey there my lovelies!

New update!

First off...

(this chapter is dedicated to briana_whitecliffe) (ik you havent read much of it yet, but first dedication has to go to my wifeu XD)

Anyway, I dont remember when I last updated, but I dont think it was long ago... maybe last week... I hope you didnt expect this...

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-R 💜💜