Best Served Cold

Chapter 37

"I don't remember anything," Wooyoung lied to the two policemen standing in front of him. His expression was distant and empty. Yeosang pursed his lips, wondering if that was the truth. Jongho wasn't there since he had to work.

"Are you sure? Not even what happened at all?" one of them asked and Wooyoung could almost laugh bitterly at how they make it seem as if they actually gave a shit about him now that something 'big' happened.

"My friend was drugged according to the reports so maybe that made his memories foggy," Yeosang said, trying to get them to stop pushing Wooyoung to remember something. Frankly, he didn't forget even one second of when he was conscious. Every little feeling he had felt then, he remembered every second of it.

"Are you sure he didn't take drugs and disappear somewhere himself?" the other asked with little to no tact. Yeosang hopped up from his seat with wide eyes.

"What did you say?!" he snapped and Wooyoung glanced at his friend. He understood the anger. He would have been too considering how traumatic things felt for him but he was too exhausted. "You guys didn't even do anything to try to save him! How dare you say something like this about Wooyoung?"

"Sang, it's fine," Wooyoung said quietly while trying to take hold of his friend's sleeve but couldn't stretch his hand too far out.

"It's just that he doesn't remember anything so there's nothing left for us to investigate now too."

"What about the apartment he was found in?!"

"It's been totally cleared out and wiped clean. Not a single trace of anyone having lived inside there. We even found the landlord and he said it has been empty for years."

"Then isn't it weird that it's clean?"

"Yes but there's no lead because everything is clean. Our only lead is your friend."

"But what about the phone call telling me where to find him? We found him all haggard on the bed without a phone next to him. There's no way he could have made the call himself while drugged and get rid of the phone too."

Wooyoung noticed them looking at him again and he looked out the window instead. "I don't remember anything."

The police with no tact sighed and shook his head. "If you think you're protecting the person who did this to you, then that just means that you allowed it to happen to you and you're not doing anything about it."

"Sir, I think that's enough," the other said, worried since Yeosang was fuming and Wooyoung had no interest in any further conversation. "If you do remember anything or if you feel like sharing more, feel free to contact us."

After the policemen left, Wooyoung let out a long dragged out breath before laying down again. Yeosang sat down and looked at him.

"Do you really remember nothing?" Yeosang asked softly and Wooyoung patted his hand that was on the bed.

"Don't think too much about it anymore, Sangie. I'm back now, aren't I? Everything is over," He replied, knowing the answer wouldn't be satisfying. Yes, he could have told them it was San who did it all to him. He could have just thrown him under the bus but he also couldn't. After all, it was San he was talking about. San, his best friend. San, his boyfriend. San, his lover. San, his everything. And also San, the one he had wronged right from the beginning.

"But how do you know that? What if he comes back?"

Wooyoung shook his head. He knew he wouldn't because he had told him so and he knew San's words to be true in his heart. The other had left. Left him, left his life here, left it all. Why? He didn't want to know right now. He couldn't bring himself to think about San right now. Every time he did, he would cry and he didn't want to cry in front of Yeosang or worry him even more than he already is. "H-how is the bakery?"