Melodies Of Betrayal: The Toxic Encore ✓

Chapter 27: Soul's Game

Chapter 27: Soul's Game

THE officer sighed and took a long glance at Wooseok, who was staring into nothing while fidgeting with his knuckles.

"I'm asking you this because Soul said that he had nothing to do with what happened to Yu Junwon. Are you sure you don't know what he's talking about?"

Wooseok barely shook his head, "I-I don't understand... I know that he gave Mal the medicine on purpose. He used the fact that Mal doesn't recognize faces so that he can give her the wrong drug!"

"Are you absolutely sure, Kim Wooseok?" The officer repeated, this time leaning closer towards the white-painted desk to take a closer look at the boy in front of her. "Because he keeps repeating that Junwon was in on it."

"In on it how? Junwon was the one who was wounded through all this!" Wooseok ran a hand through his soft, dark hair, his mind already spinning with thoughts.

How?

How could Junwon be in on it?

That made zero sense.

"I don't get it..." Wooseok began once again, shaking his head. "That doesn't make any sense. Soul is lying to you! He's going to do anything to shift the blame from himself, so that he wouldn't have to stay in jail!"

He sat up straight and leaned closer to the table, his hands placed together in a begging motion. "Listen to me, please. Soul did it. He poisoned Junwon, and right now, Junwon is sick and I'm really worried about—"

"Actually, Wooseok..." The officer interrupted, her mouth turning into a straight line while she bit her own tongue. "You weren't the first one who called about Soul. Someone else called before you."

Huh?

What was she talking about?

Did someone figure out Soul's game before him?

Who might that be?

Questions spiralled through his brain, hitting it from all directions like a locomotive. He gulped his saliva and thought for a brief moment, only for a frown to draw itself over his face as he realized that his mind wasn't working properly.

"Who is it?"

"I can't say who it was," the officer replied, "but they told me that Junwon passed away this morning."

It took Wooseok a few moments to absorb the words the officers had let out.

And when he did, tears immediately began collecting in his eyes. His heart dropped in his stomach as his eyes widened, his entire body trembling in shock.

"W-What?"

"I understand how hard it is for you." She spoke in a softer, less strict tone, getting up from her seat while not taking her eyes off the 18-year-old teenager. "I'll leave you alone for a few moments, and when I come back, I hope you'll get to help us more."

Wooseok's ears caught silence for a few seconds, soon followed by the noise of the door closing with a loud thud.

And as soon as he met the dead silence again, he allowed himself to break down into soft sobs, ignoring the dull ache in his chest.

The ache that reminded him of how guilty he was.

Why did he have to let that happen?

Why didn't he fix everything when he had the chance?

Because why didn't he speak up when he had the chance?

The guilt, the desperation, and the heartbreak were too much. He threw his face in his palms in order to muffle his sobs. His heartache grew stronger with each breath he took, all while he attempted to get up from his seat to move his legs for a little while. Even if he wasn't going to get out of the interrogation room, he knew he needed some kind of a break.