"So are you happy now?"

"Me? What?"

"Be happy. Afterall your plan to remove me has come true. Be happy." She snarled at me, launching her pointy teeth at me.

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"I did not!" I woke up, soaked in sweat. A ray of anxiety shot inside me and I felt it difficult to register anything around me. Except the other hot body lying under me.

Instantly, my soul was filled with fear and grief. Was that what I dreamt about really true? Did I... Kill someone?

"Who's it!" I tugged onto the woollen cover and removed it, yeeting it out of sight. My faulted vision could only recognise the motionless body to be a guy, over whom I was asleep.

I sprinted onto my feet, almost falling face first from the bed. What had I done? Did I sleep with him? Why? I don't even have a crush... Or had a crush. Anyhow, I did that?

Gross.

"Who are you?" I leaned over his body, rubbed my eyes and squinted them to bring them to the perfect aparture to focus the light on my retina. His small and pouty lips like a baby doll’s, curled up just so at the corners, developing deep troughs on his cheeks. His small, deep dimples that appeared even when he’s making no expression at all, reflected the genuineness of his heart. As if, what he were dreaming of was just paradise.

He has a perpetually soft and sweet expression with elf-like features and a warm peaches and cream complexion. His eyebrows were thick and straight, gently framing a mysterious and soft hooded wing-shaped eye makeup.

His doe shaped eyes were closed shut, peacefully asleep. He smiled and those under-eye bags became more prominent, encouraging me to smile back. He was just a finely sculpted God, a tall one.

"Soobin? Soobin-ssi!" As the wind whistled through the emerald and jade incised leaves on the trees, which shriveled, and eventually let go of their branches to make the slow float to the ground below; woke me up from my cataleptic state. On windy fall days, the rustling of the leaves seems almost musical but having a bad headache with your colleague lying under you just worsens everything about the felicity.

"Nggmh..." He tried to move under me, making me assured that he was still alive. He shielded his eyes from the brightness of the room. Fluttering his eyes open, he smiled at me, as if he wanted to express how content he was.

That admiration for his beauty immediately leached away and I was again filled with fear. I tried to recall what all happened last night but alas! I failed. However, I realised that I must have been drugged or drunk last night. But I don't drink.

"How dare you smile? What did we do?" My pitch got higher and I was just one step from yelling at him and then proceeding to attack him.

He covered his ears with his hands and pulled onto his body to sit up. He stretched his arms and then heaved a deep breath. He ruffled his messy black locks and squeezed his eyes. My blood started boiling inside. How could he be so carefree?

My hands started launching numerous slaps on his cheeks, however the hangover barely made much effects. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer in his lap, to his bare body. My breath hitched as his warmth touched the crook of my neck.

"Have you looked at your own body?" He whispered in my ear with his sleep. The smoky grunge in his voice made my spine shiver but I nodded my head to his question. I hadn't checked my body.

"Hmm... Then you should have." I looked around my body, but I couldn't find anything that he could have meant.

"There's nothing?" I asked.

"There is."

"What?"

"Your clothes. Only I am naked, rather... My torso is naked. I didn't sleep with you in a dirty way. We only dozed off." I felt something heavy off my chest and relaxed. But the headache had grown bad with all my anxiety and excitement. It felt as if someone was screwing a drilling machine through my head when at a construction site, the workers banged their hammers on the hard metals.

"Aah!" I groaned, clenching a handful of my hair.

"Y/n? Your hangover hasn't cured yet. Wait, I'll grab you something." He gently placed me on the bed and grabbed his bag. We pulled a small pouch and ran out of the room, down the stairs.

I understood that he was coming back but this time, he wasn't alone. I found my phone on my side table but the damn thing had switched off. It surely got to be drained. My phone's battery life sucks.

"Y/n-ah, have some hibiscus and spearmint tea. I also got you some toasted bread with butter." He placed a tray on my lap and picked up the cup of a fruity red liquid. I took sips of the hot drink.

It felt better with that, however my body needed some time to get off the unnatural uneasiness. Soobin gestured me that he needed to use the bathroom and my pointer pointed towards my conjoined bathroom.

I enjoyed the taste of the salted butter melting on my tongue and watched him come out and groom himself. A smile crept on my lips, how could one not when it was he?

"Now," He took my phone off the charger and scanned it. "This isn't my phone."

"That's mine." I interrupted.

"Oh! Was it kept here?" He asked, pointing at the side table. I nodded in affirmation and that made him sort of relieved. He tried to switch my phone on but it wouldn't do so. I tried putting it on charge again, but it showed no response.

"Well... I guess my phone is finally dead." I commented. He hummed to me and went to look in his bag. Bringing out his HP Chromebook, he connected the phone to the laptop. I watched his fingers jabbing on the keys, as I finished the rest of food.

"What's your password?" He asked. He had switched my phone on with some hacking thing. However, he was still using the laptop to continue further whatever he was doing. He checked into the phone storage and we found out that its system was completely occupied.

Soobin accessed the DCIM folder and looked through the videos. It was then that I realised that the whole storage was taken up by a 3 hours video. Soobin put the video to 3x speed and played it.

"What video is this? Is it my room? Why do I have a video like that?"

"I'm sorry. Let me tell you what exactly happened last night later. Watch the video and if you can see any face, immediately screenshot it." He started the video.

It showed Soobin setting the camera up and chugging down a bottle of water. But his slurred speech indicated that it wasn't just me who must have been dizzy last night. It included him.

My eyes widened as I heard him say "him over me" and that then I pulled his shirt off. I trusted Soobin but if even he was drugged, wouldn't he forget about the night just like me?

The room went completely black after that and I could see nothing but a faint ray of light coming from the street, that fell on my desk where the vanilla candle remained ignited.

Soobin had positioned the camera in such a way that it was clearly meant to focus on the table.

Most of it remained silent when Soobin paused the video and our door was opened ajar. Jimin cocked is eyebrows at us and leaned on the frame of the door, scanning the both of us.

"Annyeonghaseyo sunbae-nim." Soobin quickly bowed to him.

"Hi bro." I greeted.

"What are you two doing?" Jimin's eyes spoke of suspicion and Soobin nervously laughed at that.

"Nothing. We got some new evidences and were going through them." I lied.

"Sure, you are. Were you two together last night?"

"Umm..." It was the first time I saw Soobin getting nervous. In the front, he tried to remain calm but his blood pressure was increasing and to solve that, he was constantly shaking his hands behind him. I gulped, my breath being equally fast.

"Jagiyo, Jagiyo?" I heard Dami shouting from the kitchen.

"Coming." Dami screeched his name quite some time and then came upstairs, starting to pull him down.

"Come on, you got a call from Hoseok!"

"I asked them a question-"

"Who cares? Just... Just go down stairs! Let the kids work. My brother is more important. Quick!" She pushed him downstairs and closed the door, winking at us and gesturing for us to continue our work. This is why this woman is my best friend.

Soobin fell on the bed and clenched his heart, adoring it to calm down. I wanted to laugh at him but I was equally nervous infront of Jimin.

"Alright, please take that pair of the earphones. What happens next isn't what it is but extremely controversial. And now, you saw that I set the camera up. I'm sorry for destroying your storage. I was drowsy and I didn't realise that it wasn't my phone. Yes, I said you over me. And..." He turned the video on.

After much silence, he started to moan. It was only him groaning and moaning, and moving. The light fell brighter on the table, some of it on us. I noticed how I was fast asleep and his eyes were wide open. He was rhythmically thrusting his hips and moaning.

I didn't know wether I was afraid again, creeped, disgusted or feeling a cluster of butterflies tying a knot in my stomach.

He paused the video again and said, "I know you must feel creeped. But, I was wearing my pants and I didn't do anything to you. I am moaning because I wanted someone to know that yesterday you weren't alone."

"Who?"

"See it yourself. I don't know who." He turned the video on again. In the video, Soobin gave a loud moan and spoke to the air that he was tired after the hour long session and now wanted to sleep.

Not much time later after he had said so, the movement seized and Soobin actually slept off. The door opened with an ominous creaking sound, and a man in black entered. He walked straight to the desk as if he knew where everything was. He rummaged through my notebooks, the ones I use for investigation.

He tore open through a few pages. Soobin zoomed into them and they were all related to Yohan's case. The mystery man burnt the pages and stuffed them back in their place.

My heart cried to see my stuff and investigation getting sabotaged but I couldn't do anything. Both of us were asleep.

"Y/n-ah, those were the wrong pages. The actual pages are in my bag. Now, please try to get a clearer look of the face." He turned the video on and I focused on the body. It came straight to us and a shiny, thin metal pierced through Soobin.

"The rest video isn't worth seeing. He left after that." Soobin deleted the video from the storage and returned me my phone but right now what I cared for was that man, our possible culprit, and Soobin. I pulled onto his collar, unbuttoning his shirt a little to see the injury. He tried to move back but stopped trying to flee midway. Such a bipolar person.

"It hurts?" I pressed over his wound with some ointment. A groan escaped his lips but this was needed.

"It wouldn't anymore."

"Hmm?"

"You nursed it, so it wouldn't hurt anymore. But, did you recognise the person?"

"I didn't but how did this happen?"

"Your candle must have some drugs. I am habituated with the smell of drugs so I lost my control much later, unlike you. I started getting dizzy but I knew something was happening when my eyes saw this person in your garden. He was looking up, waiting for us to finally retire.

But I believe, showing him that I was there with you brought us trouble. He took some revenge on me. And I can bet, he knows you."

"He def knows me. And has been to our house too because he knew where my desk was and where I had started writing about Yohan. However, he didn't know I changed the notebook last night." I concluded.

"He doesn't just knows us but envies me. Although, he wants neither of us dead and only threatened me. He is trying to save us and himself. I can also guarantee that he was the one that changed Bumjoon's shirt and dragged him to natural death." Said Soobin.

"But..."

"Exactly, who is he? We will know who he is once we reach Anhyun's home and check it. He left us a clue their."

"What?"

"His Bracelet, the sapphire bracelet."

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Hey Rosairises!

You, You naughty naughty😏
What'd you think? I'd make it dirty, huh?
Kinda, I did. But no sexualising that boy!

Anyways, we've had enough of love and lust for the time. We shall proceed to the investigation from next chapter again.