[Friday - 18.46]

The door opened to reveal a tall, slender policeman in his mid forties. Ji scoffed, the handcuffs rustling as they moved their hands around, picking on their fingernails.

"Well if it isn't mr. 'i want this case dropped'?" The policeman snickered.

"Officer fucktard. Lovely seeing you again." Ji sarcastically remarked.

"The pleasure is all mine, kid." The officer mocked back, taking a seat opposite of Ji.

Ji looked across the man's face in disgust. Of course it had to be the rude, know-it-all police officer from the principal's office.

Guess that's just my kind of luck, huh

"So, it says in your file that you were reported missing by your aunt 21 months ago. And upon further investigation police officers found you to be involved in illegal gang activities."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ji shrugged.

"So this isn't you then? Han Jisung. Born september 14th 2000. Korean, male, born in Gimpo." The policeman read from the file.

He grabbed the picture from the file, shoving it over to Ji. The latter looked down at it for a second before shrugging.

"That's not me."

"Well you see the fingerprints we ran said something different." The officer said with a smirk.

Ji shrugged again.

"Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. No matter what I'm walking out of here with the name of your gang leader and a signed confession. It's up to you how fast you wanna be out of here."

Ji only stared blankly at the man.

"So we're doing this the hard way? Good to know." The policeman said, standing up.

Ji didn't answer, only looking at the man blankly as he neared them.

The man sat down on the table next to Ji's chair, sighing. He grabbed Ji's chin, making the teenager look him in the eyes.

"Tell me who your boss is." The man said as if trying to seduce Ji into confessing.

"Don't touch me!" Ji exclaimed, trying to turn away.

The metal from their handcuffs hit against the table as Ji trashed around, trying to get out of the man's grip.

"Calm down. I'm barely even touching you." The officer rolled his eyes.

"I did not consent to this! Get your hands off me or I will be filing a report for harassment against a minor." Ji threatened.

The officer sighed, removing his touch from Ji. Ji calmed down a bit, but they were still shaking, leg bouncing nervously.

"Tell me who you work for." The policeman tried again.

Ji shook their head.

"I want my lawyer."

"You will get your lawyer once you answer my questions.

"I am entitled a lawyer president at all times during my trial and interrogation. I want my lawyer!" Ji sneered angrily.

"You don't have an official lawyer listed, nor do you have money to pay for one. Your bank is empty, as it has been for years."

"Then get me a fucking lawyer. I will not be saying another word until I get my lawyer." Ji growled.

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[Friday - 18.57]

"Minho you need to understand that this was for the best. He can get a better life this way!" 

"A life in prison is a better life to you! They're a minor, dad!" Minho yelled.

"No, not in prison! In a foster home!" Mr. Lee insisted.

"Well considering how you're trying to make Ji plead guilty to participating in illegal gang activities or whatever the fuck, it does not seem like you truly want them to end up in a foster home. You're tryna get Ji into fucking prison!" Minho continued to yell in anger.

"No, Minho calm down-"

"I fucking wish mom was still here! At least she would've been on my side!" Minho spat right in his father's face.

Mr. Lee gritted his teeth, looking the angry Minho right in the eyes.

"Do not speak of your mother in times like these."

"WHY THE FUCK NOT! YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE, SHE WOULD'VE BEEN ON MY FUCKING SIDE! SHE WOULD'VE SAVED THE LIFE OF A FUCKING 17 YEAR OLD DISOWNED CHILD INSTEAD OF TRYING TO THROW THEM INTO PRISON! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SCARED OF TALKING ABOUT HER, I FUCKING LOST HER TOO! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LOST HER!" Minho yelled, losing his cool.

Mr. Lee looked at his son in shock, tears running down his face. His son had torn off the bandaid of a wound yet to heal shut, and it was once again bleeding.

"You know what, fuck this all! I'll work this fucking case myself." Minho cursed, yanking the keys from his father's belt and storming out of the room.

The latter stopped in front of the next room, opening it with his father's key card. The people inside turned to look at him. The officer stood up, ready to throw Minho out of the interrogation room.

"Get the fuck out! The interrogation is over!" Mingo growled at the officer, holding the door open for him.

The officer scoffed, about to throw a sassy remark at Minho.

"Chenyan. Come on." Minho's father interrupted from outside the room, silently gesturing his colleague outside.

Minho held the door open for him, throwing his father's keys back at him before slamming the door shut, not caring that they were now locked inside.

Minho slowly walked up to Ji, pulling the keys to the handcuffs out of his pocket, undoing them carefully. Ji looked away from Minho, teeth gritted together.

"I'm sorry Ji. I'm really so sorry." Minho whispered, softly taking Ji's hands and kissing them.

Ji looked down, face free of emotions.

"Fuck you then!"

"I promise I'll do everything I can to get you out of this situation. I'm so sorry." Minho softly said, leaning on the table right in front of Ji.

"Minho are you aware of what would happen to me if I go to jail? For starters, once in released I'll be sent back to my abusive aunt and uncle, if I make it out fucking alive that is! And even if I wasn't, what do you expect me to live off of? I lose my job, my home, my belongings, my scholarship. I lose fucking everything! I might as well just kill myself now so I don't have to go through all of that, just to starve to death on the street when this fucking corrupt justice system releases me."

Minho kissed Ji's head softly, pulling the younger into his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I promise I'll fix this." Minho whispered.

Ji sighed and melted into Minho's embrace, their strong fasade finally breaking down into tears.

Minho pulled away, taking Ji's face into his hands.

"I promise I'll fix this." Minho repeated in a whisper.

He glanced up to the mirror on the wall, which he knew his father was watching through, just like he had done himself just minutes prior.

Minho sighed, looking back down at his lover. He leaned down and placed his lips over Ji's, kissing them slowly.

If he needed to show his father how fucking much Ji ment to him for the officers to take Ji's case seriously, then so be it.

Minho leaned his forehead against the younger's, sighing. Ji held Minho's biceps while the elder held their cheeks softly. The two looked at each other sadly for a second before going in for a second kiss, just really needing the feeling of love, affection and reassurance in that moment.