to die for [jsy + f!reader]

xxi : comfort

author's note: haha surprise shawty the chapter is here 🕺

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The ride to the police station felt excruciating long. It was my first time in a cop car. I didn't dare utter a word, and neither did the policeman driving the vehicle. There was no music on the radio. The only way the silence would break would be through the conversations of other officers on the police radio. The handcuffs were cold against my skin and rather uncomfortable, and all I could bring myself to do was stare at my feet. I wondered if this is how Soochul felt during his ride to the station.

I really hoped that Yuqi meant it when she said she'd get to the bottom of this.

When we arrived at the station, I didn't even notice until the car came to a complete stop, breaking my zoned out state when I finally peered up through the windshield. The officer exited the car, opening my door for me and helped me out. Wrists bound behind my back, I was escorted into the station. Behind me, I saw Yuqi getting out of the passenger seat of the other police car— the one that the other officer had driven here— and approach and enter the building.

"Sheriff." Yuqi called out from behind me, pacing up to a tall, black-haired man just down the hall from me. "I need an explanation."

I wanted to stay and listen to their conversation, but when I stopped walking to stare at her, the officer coldly nudged me, pushing me along. Not wanting to cause myself any more trouble, I obeyed, timidly following the officer like a dog on a leash. I was taken to a small interrogation room, much like the one Soochul was questioned in. In fact, it might've even been the same one. I sat down in a wooden chair across from the officer, unable to maintain eye contact.

"Do you know why you're here?" He began, clicking a pen between his fingers.

"No." I uttered uncertainly, finally finding it in me to look up at the man.

"I don't believe we've met." He interrupted himself. "I'm officer Kang Sihyuk. You're here on investigation of the murder of Yeh Shuhua." He explained. Unsure of what to say, I nodded. Was it normal for officers to introduce themselves to the suspects they're interrogating?

"Yes. But, respectfully, what— what did I do to be put here?" I asked, anxiously stumbling over my words.

"You sure you don't know? I'll give you another chance to answer."

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, avoiding his gaze once again.

What had I done?

What had I done?

What had I done?

In that moment, I scanned over every single memory I had ever had since the beginning of my journey into university. Maybe I did something. Surely, they had to have a good reason for this. I had to have done something. But what was it? No matter how hard I thought, nothing incriminating came to mind. I drew blank after blank after blank, causing nothing but frustration to come to light instead of anything useful.

Think!

Why can't you think?

"Fine." He gave in, typing something into the laptop in front of him. He turned the screen around to me, finally revealing what had gotten me put in this claustrophobic interrogation room and what had embarrassed me in front of 100+ university students. "Take a look at this."

He hit the space bar to play the clip. What played appeared to be surveillance footage from inside the school. It was low quality and grainy. The footage displayed two women in a physical dispute, but with the quality, at first, I was unable to tell who they were. Still, though, something about it felt so... eerily familiar. I felt like I should've recognized them. It was killing me.