Invitations | MinSung

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"Why are you here?" Jisung asked, immediately presenting a distasteful attitude. "This isn't a case for your department, Sir." He said emphasising the honorifics to create a mocking tone. He had no idea where this sudden confidence came from, but he wasn't complaining. The Chief simply sighed and gestured at the people on the other side of the window, signalling for them to turn off the microphones.

"Jisung," he sat down opposite Jisung, who couldn't help but glare, "I told you this funny business would lead to no good."

Jisung remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"What did you do last night?"

"Nothing." Jisung lied, right off the bat.

"That's not true." He immediately called Jisung out.

"Yes, it is." Jisung remained adamant, refusing to co-operate.

"Jisung, a man was stabbed last night!" The chief cried, exasperated. "How could you have done nothing?"

"Are you trying to imply that I did it?" Jisung asked, incredulously.

"Well, you're here for a reason, aren't you?" The chief muttered, "Jisung there's no use in lying. All the evidence points to you."

"What evidence?" Jisung challenged, cocking a brow.

"It's confidential. You'll find out in good time." The chief refused to give Jisung any information and he wondered why he even bothered asking. "Jisung, I came here to give you advice. I-"

"I don't want it." Jisung cut him off.

"-think the best thing to do is plead guilty." The Chief continued, despite Jisung's rude interruption. "If you own up to it, the punishment can be lighter."

"I didn't do it, though," Jisung repeated.

"There's no use in lying."

"I'm not!" Jisung felt frustrated and as though he were talking to a brick wall. "I thought of all people, you would believe me."

"Jisung, there's evidence-"

"And you always told me never to blindly trust evidence without a thorough investigation," Jisung exclaimed at the hypocrisy, "you're going against your teachings!"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then help me to," Jisung pleaded, but the chief just shook his head, getting up to leave the interrogation room. Jisung was left in the darkness of it all and swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to cry at such a petty issue.

The Chief said there was evidence against him. What could he mean? Footprints were a given, considering how he rushed to Minho, immediately and without thought. However, anyone knew that wasn't enough. The only evidence that would be enough to get Jisung convicted would be one of the two w's: a weapon or a witness. They couldn't possibly have either of them that pointed to Jisung.

As Jisung sat there, practically drowning in questions and curiosity, was interrupted once again by the sound of an opening door. The officer who arrested him yesterday entered and sat opposite him.

"Han Jisung," he said, not wasting a moment, "where were you last night at 9 PM?"

"At Jang Dae Hoon's fundraiser for Lee MoonHui," Jisung muttered, monotonously.

"Why? You weren't invited." The officer scoffed, bluntly.

"I went as a plus one-"

"Whose?"

"Lee Minho's." Jisung felt irritated at having to reveal so much but knew that remaining silent would give them more reasons to suspect him.

"Did you have possession of a weapon at the time?"