Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 9

Going to a crime scene is a risky bet, but it's worth taking. It hadn't taken me long to convince William to get up and fight to avenge Jungkook's death, and here we were, in front of the huge building where we'd experienced a nightmare three days earlier.

"We can only take the elevator; the stairs don't lead to the penthouse."

William informed me, putting on his sunglasses. I looked up to admire the scale of the building : huge, similar to the problem we had. At this hour only a few cops should be here, so the difficulty was less, as long as we distracted them. The ideal scenario was to send him in to play the hysterical relative while I snuck inside to find the safe.

He took the elevator first while I waited outside for the perfect moment. Two minutes, then five, then... My phone rang. It was Jongseong. So he could call, but my husband could not — how ironic. I glanced through the glass doors to make sure there was no movement, then picked up the phone in my most honeyed, angelic voice.

"Hi Jay! I missed you, how are you?" I hoped that Jaeyun would hear and be annoyed.

"And you? You seem... weird?"

I sensed from the hesitation in his question that he wasn't going to play my game, and here's why:

"Forget that. Is Jaeyun with you?"

My blood froze, I felt the weight of doubt and of my shattered trust on my shoulders, so hard that my heels would break under the load. Fucking bastard, he was a ruthless, manipulative liar who was willing to put his friends through shit to save himself.

"No, absolutely not, and fortunately for him."

Jay gasped, realizing he'd just ruined his best friend's cover. It was no big deal between them; Jongseong was just going to buy my husband a nice bottle of wine as compensation, but for me, it would take a lot more to make up for this huge betrayal.

"Keep your apologies, goodbye."

I turned off my phone to avoid receiving calls from Jaeyun during my mission. Betraying me took 10 seconds; but his best friend was quicker to reveal his mistakes. I was about to scream when I heard almost too real sobs coming from William. The policemen were taking him outside to calm him down with a breath of fresh air. His wink was the signal.

I got into the elevator and let it take me to the almost cursed, but obviously forbidden place that was Mr. Jeon's penthouse. I typed in the code for the electronic lock with a tissue because leaving fingerprints was a beginner's mistake. 

Nothing had changed inside, except for the closed windows, the atmosphere, and the perimeter cordoned off to protect any evidence. I slipped under the police tape to access the dressing room. This one was untouched, and looked as if it had been deliberately protected; the safe was hidden under long jackets.

December 9, 2021. The day Jungkook left the police academy with his diploma, William had confided me in the car. From then on, two of us knew the date that I carefully entered. The unmistakable sound of a lock opening reassured me, this phone was the key to the truth, the one and only, the last.

"Thank God..."

As I opened the safe door, my face went blank. Empty. It was empty. My mind was confused, the killer had managed to steal the evidence, but had this very evidence ever existed?

"This wasn't the fucking plan." I muttered.

I put each item back exactly as I had found it before starting to leave. My exit was only a few steps away when I heard heavy footsteps and the voices of the two cops. They were back — I was trapped.