He hadn't felt the gruesome feeling creep in until he was speeding across the city of Seoul, creating as much ruckus as he could without being ticketed.

The day had started with an ecstatic amount of normality and the series of events that followed would've been equal, except for the part where Jungkook had to meet the Attorney General and term out things about the Song's accusations with him as discreetly as possible, for the word about him handling a case that wasn't reported to the firm was yet to be discovered by his seniors.

Good thing the General had always been fond of him ever since his substantial hard work and loyalty to the prestigious law had made a noise in the silence of corruption. And good thing that Jungkook did an appreciable job at sugar coating his seniors, not in an advantageous way but rather to keep his relations straight with them.

He would have said that it was a piece of cake for him to learn about the particulars of the case filed by Song Minseok, Youra's father, but the conditions at the Supreme Prosecutors' Office had been much incongruous over the same. It took him hours to fix an appointment with his senior and his so-called cake turned out to be a venomous pie instead when he learnt that Youra had been taken in for interrogation.

Only seconds had passed when Yoongi called him, demanding his presence at the police station immediately and he hadn't missed a moment in galloping towards his car. He had driven recklessly, and the minute he found himself stuck in traffic, the gravity of the situation sunk deeper than he expected.

His ultimate goal was to reassure her. He believed the sudden commotion would have taken her off guard and naturally, even if they'd throw in a simple question, she'd be affrighted.

He had tried his best to maintain his composure but on reaching his destination he managed to leap out of the car as soon as he stepped on the brake paddle and took a sprint to the interrogation room. His chase felt as creepy as a walk through a haunted house, the monochromatic lights adding to the eerie atmosphere.

He swerved his way through the crowd of reporters, who had somehow learnt about the surprising summoning of Song Youra, held back by the security and took the flight of stairs, two at once.

He was welcomed by a much more agitated Yoongi and soon his eyes landed upon the reason for his friend's agitation. He saw her father making calls for the higher authorities and demanding proper evidence that had led them to call Youra in.

"You manage the old lad or I'm gonna-" Yoongi marched towards him, his teeth gritted as his gruelling voice reached the lawyer.

"Hyung, no time for shit. Where's Youra?" Jungkook asked, pulling his friend to somewhere less chaotic.

"In the room, I was there with her the entire time until her father decided that it was war or submission and chose war." The cop muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I'll escort you to her," Jungkook nodded at the invite, "she seemed panicked, Jungkook-ah."

His steps were confident until, agonizingly he supposed, his eyes met with her father's and the calm yet sweltering aura of the man invaded his personal space. He loosened his tie, bowing to the man before stopping in front of him and ushered Yoongi to go into the room without him.

"Nice meeting you, Sir. I'm Jeon Jungkook, Miss Song's lawyer." He introduced, receiving a nod in response, and heaved a breath until a firm hand rested on his shoulder and he was pulled into a room afore the interrogation room.

"Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Jeon. May I ascertain the reason for my daughter being brought here?" Jungkook could see the scorching flames burning him red as the terror of the man standing before him increased.

"I'm not aware, Sir. But I promise to get her out in less than an hour." He advanced towards the fire with as much poise as he could.

"I'll be honest with you, lawyer." Jungkook straightened at the sudden change in her father's tone. "Whatever it is, I don't want my daughter to be in any sort of mess. I do realise that the recording showed her running out of the house but to think that she'd do something so vicious is absolutely ridiculous."

"I understand, Sir, but I require you to be very calm and have faith in me. I believe that she hadn't done anything wrong but her situation doesn't happen to be so promising right now. I need time and I need you to trust that no harm will happen to her." Jungkook reassured him, giving him a gentle smile that not only radiated assurance but also managed to gain momentary trust from the distressed father.

Minseok nodded, reaching out his hand for the lawyer to take. "I suppose you're the friend she's living with?" He asked before Jungkook could exit and it took him a rough second to reply.

"Yes, Sir."

"Take care, Mr. Jeon."

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"No, there isn't any other evidence, yet. But as we presumed the blood stains matched Youra's and it is only safe to question her before things get deranged, Jeon." Kang Daehoon, the investigating team leader, reasoned as Jungkook went through the pieces of evidence they had gathered over the past few weeks.

"Alright, then. Let me talk to my client before she is interrogated. That would be fine, I reckon?" He eyed a bored Yoongi as he stifled his yawn and nodded at Kang, escorting Jungkook to the interrogation room.

Upon entering the room Jungkook felt an unknown feeling of relief wash over him and with every step he took inside the room, he couldn't help but listen to his heartbeat a little clearer.

Youra had almost cried of happiness at the arrival of the lawyer but maintained her reserved state until the lawyer came forth and stood before her.

"Are you okay?" The concern in his voice reminded her of when he had busted inside the green room and asked her the same, hugging her ever so tightly that she feared her bones would break.

"I am." She nodded, giving him a small smile, and though it was weak, it was there.

For the next ten minutes, Jungkook ran her through every possible question they could ask her and reassured her that if she wanted, she could skip any question or not talk at all. He told her he'd be in the room with her the entire time and being methodical and patient while answering would be their goal for the next few minutes.

It took him another few minutes to educate her about her constitutional rights and that it would be better to co-operate with whatever the officers had asked of her. When he felt that she was prepared to answer the interviewer, he gestured for Yoongi to call him.

He glanced at her sceptically, vexed that he was yet again at the same point. He sighed, clearing his throat before asking her the question that had been troubling him ever since he entered the room. "Youra, did you do something that night?"

Youra looked at him with an expression he couldn't read and even though he felt unsettled about asking her that question, her answer gave justification to his question to some point.

"No... But I think my nightmares mean something, Jungkook."

"Miss Song!" A loud voice interrupted their conversation and the two immediately turned towards the door that had been opened wide. "We'd like a little chat with you," Kang calmly voiced and the woman internally braced herself, feeling Jungkook squeeze her hand as they followed the investigator.

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"I've got to ask you a couple of questions. Is that fine, Miss Song?" Daehoon's voice was ultimately soft and cautious but his gaze never faltered— set on the actress like a hawk, observing all of her disoriented actions.

"Yes, officer." Her voice, however, was still firm when she replied. She was extremely nervous before entering the dimly lit room but she did not feel so uneasy as of until now, though the atmosphere was pretty much like what she imagined. She sat on a chair placed near the door, the interrogator facing her while Jungkook stood behind him, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

"I'd like to know a little bit about your daily life, ma'am. How long have you been living here in Seoul?" The question was generous, but it left her blinking for a second.

"All my life. As far as I can remember, officer. I was born here." She declared, acknowledging that where she sat was in fact the reality and this was indeed happening.

"That's great. How about your parents?" He tilted his head and she shrugged.

"Dad's retired now. He used to work for the country, so he never really stayed with us. My mother, on the other hand, worked with me, so we stuck together most of the time." She let out.

"And your relationship with them...?"

The officer was stalling around for a few minutes after that, asking her about where she worked at present and which places she often visited. Every time her gaze went towards the lawyer who was standing silent like the air in the room, his eyes caught hers but he never said a word. Occasionally, Daehoon would ask her detailed questions related to her habits in the past; and she had no choice but to shake her head or give an excuse. It did not take him a while to realise that Youra was not disinterested in speaking up— she was genuinely perplexed as if her mind was not really registering some of the obvious information he had said out loud from her past.

"So," The officer exhaled a heavy breath, and Jungkook pretty well knew what was to come next.

"I'm really interested in knowing your side of the story. Tell me whatever happened that night according to you."

Youra's breath hitched uncomfortably for a second before her lips parted. "I..." She did not realise at what point her breath had turned shaky, and she immediately tried to check the reaction of the officer to her hesitation. Kang sat there without a single emotion on his face, and seeing the way he was intently waiting for an answer, she could not bring herself to look away.

"I-It was raining. And it was pretty cold. I had just returned from my shoot, the movie we are currently shooting..." She started and he nodded, encouraging her to go on. "And then I got into the house, my house, I mean. Everything s-seemed fine, but then I heard a loud scr-" She swallowed her words upon realising that she'd run out of breath.

Speaking out whatever she'd thought was the truth felt extremely difficult, and her anxious form could hardly comprehend words. Youra could see how the man standing behind the interrogator had turned tense, eyebrows slightly furrowed and jaw tightened as he watched her. Daehoon gestured at the glass of water placed next to her and she immediately took a sip, trying her best to calm her nerves.

"I'm sorry." She let out shakily. "B-but I really do not remember. I'm not sure about t-this. In fact, I'm not sure about any of the events that occurred on that day. It's all a haze" She gulped and shook her head violently with her eyes shut close. She could feel a thousand things at the same time as she tried to put her memory into words, but she was badly failing. It felt horrible to even think about the occurrences she had been asked to describe.

"I hope you haven't lied about anything, Miss Youra. Do not try to hide or create misconceptions about the case. We can do this very easily if you cooperate with me, ma'am." He sighed and she frowned.

"I promise I did not lie to you about a thing, sir. Neither do I have a thing to hide. The truth is that... I just can't seem to recall the whole scenario of what happened. I thought I was ready to talk about it, the death of my own mother," Her voice was not too strong, but it was firm enough to let her accentuate her statements. "...but I guess I'm just not there yet. I cannot provide you with words conveying a scenario that I cannot recall, officer."

Her expression said something Daehoon could very well read after an hour of evaluating her disposition, and he knew for a fact that she was not being artificial as she talked. The fact that she was a brilliant actor did not help the case at all. But she seemed to be honest and frank throughout the interaction they'd had.

She could see a small approving smile lingering at the corner of her lawyer's lips, making her feel a little relaxed after feeling like she'd made a little bit of a mistake by talking back to the authorities, which she wouldn't have, under normal circumstances.

The officer's eyes, however, narrowed at her in a particular manner, such that it left her feeling smaller. She knew he wouldn't trust her so soon, but there was nothing much she could do about it. Youra knew something harsh was to come, and she had no other choice than to deal with what she started.

"We have your CCTV footage entering the house." The assertive statement from the male caused her fingers to twitch but her gaze never wavered. "We have your blood collected from the crime scene." But the accusative tone seemed to get worse by the second. "How will you explain that, Miss Song?"

"I never denied entering the house," She slightly shrugged. "The CCTV camera footage is completely correct. I did enter the house." She added with a nod, tugging on her index finger with her other hand. "T-the blood is correct as well. I remember hurting myself on my forehead." She bit her lip, unsure of the accuracy of the moment. "It probably happened... when I panicked."

"How did you hurt yourself, ma'am?" His grip on the files with her information tightened.

"I have a scar here," She softly touched her forehead hidden with her curls and pressed her lips together.

"Remember how you got it?" He asked again and she shook her head.

"I think I was trying to run. I think I might've slipped. Not sure about it." She shook her head again.

"That does explain the blood marks," Daehoon lowered his penalizing gaze and started to flip through the pages of the file he held, and Youra quickly took the chance and stole a glance from Jungkook, who closed his eyes and nodded briskly. She relaxed her rapid breaths at that gesture, her heartbeat slowing down upon registering the silence in the room.

Eventually, her head turned towards the one-way mirror, her worried but tired eyes wandered around, wondering if she'd just justified the circumstances or twisted them into something even more enervating.

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