Chapter 12

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(Hana's POV)

I sit in the interrogation room waiting to be questioned, my father forced me to do this, he said it would prove my   " innocence". I'm not nervous or anything like that, no I'm enraged.
The first time my and it friends did this , it went smoothly. No one cared about the death of Lisa, but now things are different. I have to act my together, I wouldn't want any suspicion on my side. Just then room door opens and the 3 detectives walk in.

" So Kim Hana, how are you? Would you like a glass of water maybe?" Namjoon asks me and I shake my head.

" So where you on the night Rosé's disappearance?" Yoongi asks

" I don't even know when she disappeared." I answer

" On the 7th of November, 3 days before your party."

" I was probably with my boyfriend." I sigh rolling my eyes.

" Taehyung or Jungkook?" the detective asks and I scoff.

"I don't think my personal life has anything to do this."

" Oh but it does."

" Ms. Kim , I believe this Chanel earring belongs to you. It was found a few blocks away from the construction site where the bodies were found."

" What a coincidence don't you think?"

" That could be anyone's."

" But if I can remember correctly you said that daddy bought you these for your 16th? You told her that your dad had it made for you , it was one of a kind?"

" The only person I told that to was Jennie. How do you know that Mr. Kim? Maybe you killed Jennie?"

Jin then smashes his fist on the table
" I would never kill her!"

" Oh why is that? Maybe because she was your sister? The one Namjoon doesn't know about?"

" What is she talking about Jin?"

" Looks you guys should question yourselves first , make sure your family has some trust in each other?" I laugh

" Hana leave." Jin orders and I do just that.

I walk out of the building and call Taehyung to fetch me.

" How was it?" Tae asks.

" Let's just say I bought us some time."

" You don't seem like yourself these days Hana are you okay?"

" Just great baby."

We drive back home and I make way to my room. I lock my door and walk to my closet. I bend down and look through my jewelry draws, after a few minutes of searching I finally find my highschool yearbook, I was junior at the time these pictures were taken. I look through pictures and the memories start flowing back.

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