JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Interrogation Room

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When you are in interrogation room after they accused you for kidnapping him | you as a famous actor and his fangirl.

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It was already a bad day, and it just got worse. Somehow, I ended up being reported to the police. They say it's connected to a missing person case. Not just any missing person, Park Jimin.

I sighed as I leaned back against the leather seat of my luxury car, tucked away in an alley not far from the police station. Paparazzi swarmed the area like vultures. I glanced at the mirror, fixing my hair, trying to calm myself, but my schedule was already packed. Being a famous actress means no privacy, no breaks, and no room for mistakes and now... this.

"Y/N, we can get you out of this. Just trust me, alright?" Jungkook's voice echoed through my phone. A long-time friend and a detective. The only one who still had my back.

"Yeah... Today was supposed to be a drama shoot, not a damn interrogation," I muttered, rubbing my temples.

"I can't believe they reported you without a shred of evidence."

"Yeah. Welcome to fame," I scoffed.

More than anything, I was still in shock. Park Jimin, my bias, the idol I admired for years, missing. Even with all my fame, I'd never had the chance to meet him. And now, the first time our names are mentioned in the same sentence... it's for this?

"I'll see you in a bit," I told Jungkook before ending the call.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, mentally preparing myself. I knew it would be chaos out there, but I couldn't hide forever. I had to face it.

The moment I arrived, I was blinded by camera flashes and overwhelmed by shouting reporters. Thankfully, security and my bodyguards cleared a path.

Inside the police station, an officer greeted me.
"Ms. Bae Y/N, please come to the interrogation room."

I followed him quietly. The moment I stepped inside, I spotted the lead detective sitting across from an empty chair. I removed my sunglasses and took a seat.

"Ms. Bae," He began, "thank you for coming in. Let's get straight to it. This isn't about the typical fan-idol relationship. We received a report claiming that you and Park Jimin had... a personal connection."

I gave a short, dry laugh. "Jimin? He doesn't even know I exist. I'm just a fan. Like millions of others."

He studied me for a moment, then asked, "And yet, this report claims you've been... obsessed. That you've sent threatening messages. Stalked him. Even harmed people around him."

I felt a familiar sting in my chest, but I let tears fall. It had to look real.

"I swear... I have no idea where he is," I said softly, voice shaking. "I'd never hurt him."

The detective nodded. "We didn't find any direct evidence tying you to his disappearance. This interview was procedural. You're free to go. Thank you for cooperating, Ms. Bae."

I stood, bowed politely, and walked out.

As I exited the building, the paparazzi were back in full force. I heard the rumors, the shouts, the accusations. My name trending online, for all the wrong reasons. Their words cut deep, but I let the tears fall again for the cameras.

It was all part of the show.

Once I got back into my car, safe behind tinted windows and soundproof doors, I wiped the tears away with one hand and let out a cold, emotionless sigh.

"Pathetic," I muttered.

The engine purred to life as I drove away, heading into a quiet, abandoned alley. No eyes here. No noise.

Finally alone.

I checked the rearview mirror to fix my makeup, and then I saw him.

Park Jimin. Bound in chains. Tape across his mouth. Eyes wide, terrified.

I turned in my seat slowly, the corners of my lips lifting into a twisted smile.

"Feeling unlucky, Jimin?" I said sweetly, venom hiding behind the words. "I told you not to leave me. I told you... you were mine."

I let out a quiet, sinister laugh.

This world thinks they know who I am. But they have no idea.

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