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25 :: Polygraph

"Good morning, madam. Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

"Good morning. No, thank you. Water works well for me. That'll be okay."

"Alright, ma'am. I'll be back in some time." The tall staff exited the room as I sat in the waiting room. Jimin had arranged an hour from his schedule to let us talk to our suspect. And there I was, waiting for the time.

Yeonjun, along with Jimin, was supposed to join me for the questionnaire. They had scrutinised Taeju's 4bhk apartment, pretty luxuriously made. My brother never left a stone unturned in his investigation and he repeated the procedure. They discovered the sex hub server and collectively removed every video, issuing a formal warrant against every IP address that has viewed the channel in 7 years (that's how long the first video was from.)

The department was very impressed by Jimin and he seemed happy with that. Sure, our purpose of visiting the club, I promise never to revisit, bore more fruits than expected. The chief of the bureau proposed to even put Yeonjun, Soobin, Dami and me on the news for a bravery act.

However, I wanted Soobin to stay undercover. People underground knew who he was. And that could stand as a risk factor for all of us.

Asides that, he needed time. He went through something we can not even think of but instead of falling, he rebuilt his pillars and stood up. What could be more brave and inspiring than that?

I requested Yeonjun to add a dose of  Ativan in his juice to not only ease his anxiety but also force him to sleep. Good thing that the medicine was already prescribed to him.

I don't want him to suffer now that I know everything. Anything that includes his trauma shall face me before it reaches him, and that is my oath.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm here. Sorry, I got late. I was busy telling stories to the boy to make him sleep. He didn't take Ativan, he's too clever to be fooled. But he asked me to convey his questions and record the whole session for him to hear later." Yeonjun entered the room with his ever so enchanting smile plastered on his face.

"He agreed to... Like stay back and not come?" I questioned in awe.

"Yes, he did. He said, "If Y/n has asked me to stay back, I'm obliged to." And I was laughing at that."

"Great. Let's start, shall we?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

I got up, strutting to Hall no. 07 on the second floor. As I walked up the stairs, I found Jimin fixing his tie to join us. We crossed his office and stopped outside the wide door on the floor.

Through the looking glass I saw Song Taeju chained up to the chair. His face had swelled up with a coordinated assault with iron-bound bamboo sticks, used by the police as a method of questioning.

Deserved it well. Fucktard.

"Please, come in." With that said, Jimin opened the door and informed the reprobate about our presence.