"Didn't you see, Jungkook?" Daehoon's tired voice snapped him back into reality, his eyes fixated on the interrogator who lazily strolled towards where the lawyer had been standing for a while now.

"She could hardly speak about it. I can't get information out of her when she can't even breathe properly every time I get the subject closer to the night of the crime," Daehoon's fingers massaged his temples as he stood in front of Jungkook, watching the younger fiddle with the rings on his fingers in deep thought while leaning back on the wall.

"She seems to be anxious. She might even be Athazagoraphobic. She will talk about everything eventually," Jungkook breathed out as he watched the officer listen to him intently. "It might just be the nervousness, too. While studying her case I realised she is not someone with a criminal history, obviously, so she sure was experiencing the timorous environment for the first time." He added.

"I'm sure you're right," Daehoon gave an approving nod, shaking his hands. "But I think it would be suitable to provide Ms Song with therapy sessions. She has gone through a lot in a short amount of time, and this would be the best for her," The interrogator shrugged.

"I'll give you the details of a really good one I know of," Daehoon raised a finger as he started to walk out of the office. Jungkook followed him, his mind calculating the reaction he might get from the young woman after disclosing this information to her. He didn't think it was a bad idea- a therapist might actually give her the help she needs, professionally.

Yet he wasn't sure if she'd truly want to go for this. That was there, but she'd have to speak at last, and she knew that too. And this was definitely the catalyst needed to speed things up. The sooner she could clear her name, the better, he thought.

"He's the best, Jeon" Daehoon repeated, handing him a card.

"Doctor Jung, cognitive psychotherapist."

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Youra stared along the intricate design carved in the wall in front of her. She sat in front of the doctor with the emptiest expression she could have had while waiting for some initiative to be taken by the man. "Doctor Jung Hoseok, the guy whose car I crashed," She addressed, resented by the way she had to start the conversation and he chuckled, shaking a finger.

"And the guy who promises to fix your troubles and problems," He nodded with a bright smile.

"Fix my problems?" She goggled at the man with a complementing amused expression and he chuckled.

"How do you feel about this, Miss Song? About the psychotherapy." The therapist calmly questioned.

"Oh?" She let out, her eyebrows raising and falling before she looked away and composed herself to get over with it. "I don't really know." She pressed her lips together. "I mean, I knew I had to do something about the emotional damage that had been done, but I didn't know I needed therapy," She truthfully answered, intently waiting for a response from the man across from her.

Hoseok crossed his legs, relaxing a little more into his chair before beaming once again. "If it were any other time, I'd go on with being the therapist that I am, asking questions and waiting for you to talk and reply to get your mind cleared." He paused before slightly shaking his head. "But after reading everything that is written here, for lord's sake I can't put you through a round of questionnaire again," He rubbed his chin with his fingers while looking down at the papers he held, making Youra smile softly at his words.

"Rather, I plan on..." The corners of his lips lifted when he looked back at her. "... Being the guy who crashed into your car," His smile widened and she chuckled loudly this time, eyes crinkling. "I plan on talking to you, Youra. The authorities need me to help them, and not the other way around. I will try doing whatever would make you more comfortable to help you, and there is absolutely no one who can ask us to be all rigid and dark while I try to assist you to fight your fears. I plan on becoming one of the people you haven't had for a while, someone in front of whom you don't have to pretend to know all of you and your past."

"That is... relieving," She nervously chortled and Hoseok gave her a lukewarm smile.

"But no secrets from me, Miss Song." His voice was deeper this time, the usual smile on his face morphed into one that convinced her to give in.

"No secrets," She raised her hands in defence.

"And yeah, not the actress version of you as we speak," He playfully warned and she giggled.

"Not at all," She laughed out, clearly enjoying how even while questioning her, Hoseok let her feel like she had the upper hand in the conversation. He smiled before giving a brisk nod. "Anything you would like me to understand, as we are already settling on our terms and conditions?" He asked with big eyes and she bit her lip.

"I'm ready to open up to you, Dr. Jung," She sighed before continuing. "However, trust will be gradual. I can promise you honesty but cannot promise you agility. Along the lines, though..." She paused, taking in a deep breath. "I need you to keep my thoughts safe." She softly voiced and he frowned a little as he attempted to look through her words to understand the depth of her words and the weight that they held. He did not fail to register the vulnerability her eyes held and the fact that she had sweetly decided to go with whatever he had said and had placed just one, simple request instead of debating and disagreeing with the fact that she needed this. And so he replied to her in the most sincere and genuine way he could, as she deserved,

"I promise that."

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"Fancy seeing you here," She smiled while sliding onto the leather seat next to a grinning Jungkook who sat in the driver's seat. He turned on the blowers in the car, throwing a few things on the backseat to clear the space.

"How's your day been going?" He asked, turning on the ignition of his automobile to leave the driveway of Hoseok's office.

"Things are taking weird turns, but it's all coming along. What about you?" She asked and he hesitated, focusing more on the rearview mirror before letting out a sigh.

"I was just at the office, looking into a few things." He quietly voiced and she curiously blinked.

"What's up?" She asked after a bit and he pressed his lips together.

"Well, Mrs Song's autopsy results would be available next week," He let out and heard Youra's breath hitch followed by dense quietness filled in the car. He restlessly gulped, quickly catching a glimpse of her expressionless face staring at the roadway.

The vehicle stopped at a signal and his hand swiftly went to rest on her palm for a moment. "We'll be able to have a funeral for her," He added in a small voice and she shuddered as if snapping out of the daze as her gaze shifted to his fingers above hers before she offered him a short nod.

"Youra?" He whispered again before the signal turned green and he felt her pat back on his hand.

"That sounds right. I want her to be at peace, too." She gave a tight-lipped smile. "Anything else?" She took in a deep breath and embraced herself, watching the sun that was about to set anytime now.

"I thought there would be official restrictions for you after the whole fiasco, but thankfully there are none. They do not have sufficient proof against you anymore after you showed your wound that day because technically the cameras show you entering into your own house, if not anything else," He told her and she raised her eyebrows. "They're still trying to find someone to throw the dirt at though, and you're just the only easy target right now."

"I'm glad to know that. Oh, and also reminds me, I went to my workplace today too," She leaned back on the seat. "I took a leave for the weekend, told them I cannot come to the office either and tried to clear out a few misunderstandings with the label, especially now that they're uneasy about me being involved with the police." She sighed out, running a hand through her hair. "Thankfully I had Taehyung there to help me out a bit. He also told me about this very precious gift he plans to give me, on the brighter side," She giggled at the memory, shaking her head while remembering the ridiculously gorgeous grin her co-actor had plastered on his face throughout the conversation.

Jungkook scornfully flashed a smile at her words, never once letting her consider that his focus had diverted from driving as he heard her talk. "Leave for the weekend...?" He wondered out loud while giving out the indicators and she clicked her tongue.

"Well, you see..." She gestured her hand in the air trying to find the words. "There's this party he's organised with invitations for all the people at work for my birthday..." She quietly answered, rolling her eyes out of modesty. "And there's this dress code and stuff he wants to follow, he's being pretty excited about it, so I couldn't say no," She laughed, awkwardly looking out the window and staring at the road signs.

Jungkook poked his inner cheek with his tongue, taking a sharp turn to his right and changing directions. Youra's brows immediately drew together as she straightened in her seat, looking around before turning towards the lawyer. "Jungkook, that's not the way home," She remarked and leaned forward to catch his expressions looking... constipated?

He cleared his throat loudly before tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Change of plans."

Before she knew it, she was walking into a huge foyer that led to a luxurious outlet with bright lights and sparkling ornaments. A female was constantly gesturing towards the turns she had to make while Jungkook nonchalantly walked behind Youra with his hands buried in his pockets. She could hear her heels tap on the marble floor with every step, and as she walked she noticed how every corner of the room dazzled with expensive jewels and beautiful pearls.

"So what exactly are you thinking of," The graceful lady took her place behind a showcase and beamed with her brightest smile at the two of them.

Youra slowly skimmed every corner of the room with big eyes before turning towards Jungkook and instantly narrowing her orbs at the man who stood next to her with a satisfied smirk while his eyes scanned the shining diamond pieces displayed in front of them.

"Why are we here, Mr. Jeon?" She gritted out, crossing her arms and the man shrugged.

"Is that a question when there's such elegant beauty around us?" He casually asked, smiling ever so loud while she stared at him with boredom and irritation, nose flaring at his actions. "This one seems cute," He mumbled, carefully picking up a big Swarovski crystal pendant and raising his hand to show her. "Don't you think?"

Her tired eyes travelled from the crystal to the lawyer's face which beamed in all its glory until she simply walked past him and back towards the direction they had come from.

"I seriously cannot believe you," Her voice echoed and a deep frown took over the man's face as he turned around to watch her walk out of the jewellery store with utter disbelief. "Hey, wait-" He grunted with a scowl until a pout formed on his face. Dramatically, he threw his hands in the air before he rightfully yelled out loud in an attempt to explain himself.

"BUT I HAVE MONEY!"

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