Book 5
Jeonghan, our handsome cop, comes face to face with his ex-boyfriend Joshua when investigating a murder. But little did he know, all the evidence would point to his beloved sweetheart.
What actually happened on the night of the murder? Why i...
The glass pane of the window was shattered. All the stuff, books, lamp, and figurines were spread on the floor as if there had been a fight. Standing at the doorframe I detected everything carefully, taking a mental picture of the room. Everyone came behind me and got suspicious of Joshua seeing the bedroom's condition.
"'Sleeping in my room?' Huh?" I taunted. "Then, how did it happen? A ghost did it?"
He got panicked and anxiously tried to explain something with his sign language.
But, if I'm bad at understanding sign language, then he's worst at doing them. All these years of him being mute, he still never tried to learn any kind of sign languages. Although I can read his lips easily 'cause he mouths words every time while expressing with his hands, I can catch only small phrases not when he speaks fastly or too much.
I put a hand on his shoulder, "Relax, just write it down-" as I was saying this what my eyes saw made me lose my patience. There was blood splattered on the floor. I got closer to examine them, "Blood?" I glared at him, "Now where did it come from? Just what did you do, Joshua?"
He's not involved in this. He's innocent. I was trying to believe it but what my eyes are watching, it states otherwise. He mouthed a 'No' and crossed his hands to make an X.
He showed me his right palm. There was a small laceration, but his whole hand was smeared in the blood due to a clenched fist. I got concerned and held his hand, "Oh, God. H-How did you get hurt?"
He gestured to the broken glass pieces. My fellows were looking at me skeptically. They must have assumed there was something between us, so I stood a foot apart from him, "Who did this?" I asked
He pointed a finger at himself. "W-Wait, you cut your hand—by yourself?" What is this boy trying to tell?!
He nodded. "Then, who broke the window?" asked Seokmin
He pointed at himself again. "You?! Why?"
He gestured his finger to his temple and moved in a circular motion. "You have a mental disorder?" said Mingyu
Joshua shook his head and waved his hands to guess further. Seeing his struggle, I spoke, "Just use the diary, baby-" it accidentally slipped from my mouth, and every eye in the room turned to me. I faked a cough, "-uh...um, Joshua,"
He sighed in frustration, went to the living room to fetch the diary and pen, and started writing.
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