Fighter (Lookism X Reader)

66 - The Truth Behind Daniel Park. Tested.

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A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you are all good ! A quick warning for the following chapter. There will be a short part of the chapter where the protagonist will have thoughts of dying and depression.

Please !! Read with caution ! And remember, that if you go through these things, its best to talk them out with someone you love and trust :) It has helped me a lot too, so please, never keep these things to yourself, because the results of it are never pretty. I'm learning to open up as well :) and though it may not be easy, and may be uncomfortable at times, in the end, it is much more relieving to let go of that burdening silence.

If you have no one to talk to, or trust, or just don't want to open up to people close to you, I'm always willing to listen. I won't judge you for anything, because that's not what I'm called to do. I'll just to be there for you whenever you need to talk :)

Enjoy !!

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"So you're saying... This knife, is the actually Daniel Park's. And the reason you had your hands reaching out the window, was because you were trying to save them? You also threw away the blood-stained cloths to avoid suspicion?" The detective asked, a brow raised.

Jiho's throat dried, his face covered in sweat and tears. "Y-Yes... I really didn't do it..." He squeaked, his wrists sore in the metal handcuffs. "I really tried to grab them... The witness couldn't have been able to see well from the ground..." He muttered.

'There's... No way they could've seen it!! I-I have to be careful about what i say from now on!! I-If i just lie well, I'll get through this!!'

The detective lets out a single chuckle, making Jiho jump in surprise, his skin covered in goosebumps.

"Well technically... You're a minor so we can't interrogate you."

The investigator watched Jiho perk up, a hint of happiness in his eyes. "Wait... Then-!"

The man smirks, devilishly. "Call a lawyer or your parents."

Jiho's blood runs cold at the investigator gaze. Just with his eyes... Jiho could tell they were going to have a problem.

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"JIHO, MY BOY, IS THE KINDEST BOY IN THE WORLD!!!" Jiho's mother shouts. "HE JUST MET THE WRONG PEOPLE!!" She said, wrapping her arms around Jiho's shriveled form.

The investigator supressed an annoyed sigh, seeing the parents begin to defend their kid as easily as any other parent would. As if they couldn't cause any problem. Their son was viewed as the most innocent boy in their eyes. The last thing he needed was the halo and wings.

"HE'S INNOCENT!!" His mother wailed. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR SON?!?"

"M-mom..." Jiho muttered.

"Don't worry!" She reassured her son.

'M-mom...' Jiho shook.

Jiho's father stepped up in a formal suit, but with a shy expression as he approached the investigator. The detective tried not to laugh in their face as he noticed the amazing resemblance their son had to them. Copy and paste?

Jiho's dad scratched his head, nervously. "G-Good evening detective-"

"YOU SHOULD CATCH THE REAL CRIMINAL, NOT MY BOY!!!" Jiho's mother butt in.