Trapped |Jake Sim|

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Jake slammed his ring continuously against the bars of the cell he was being held in to catch the attention of the officers.

"Let me the fuck out of here!" He yelled out at the officer who was sitting down a few feet away on his computer with a bored look.

"Mr. Sim, you will be charged with resisting arrest if you continue with this." The policeman said, but Jake didn't care as he continued slamming his ring against the bar.

"I'm not the one that you should be arresting here, it's that damn bartender! He killed a girl! Are you not listening?!"

The officer didn't say anything as he continued typing on his laptop.

Jake's eyes spotted Heeseung walking into the station, a look of worry in his eyes, as he brought papers in his hands.

He sat across from the officer and handed him the papers.

"Heeseung tell him about Sonny! Heeseung tell him about the boots!" Jake insisted as he felt tears in his eyes. "I saw him, Heeseung! It was him! You have to go get him!"

"Jake Sim. You are being let go. Since we have been informed of your mental health, you will be heading to the ward for 48 hours instead of the holding cell, they will decide what else to do with you based on your condition. But you still have a count for assault, and you will be coming back for a court procedure." The officer informed lazily as he walked towards the holding cell.

"He pressed charges? That asshole pressed charges?" Jake said exasperated as the cell was being opened and Heeseung stood from his chair.

"Jake, let's get in the car and talk this through." He said as he walked towards him and grabbed onto his arm.

Jake's eyes looked around the station, and they fell on the person he had just been speaking about. The bartender sat about five feet away, talking to another officer who seemed to be listening to him intently.

"I just think... it's the best to press charges. I don't know. He just... started punching me, I had no idea what to do." The bartender said as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you think I shouldn't press charges?"

Jake felt himself scoff, angry tears in his eyes.

The bartender seemed to notice the eyes on him and looked at Jake for just a brief second.

The guy's eyes were amused, the ghost of a smile on his face.

Jake was infuriated. 

"Heeseung-"

"Jake, you throwing a fit won't help. Calm down, and we'll think it through." Heeseung whispered as he pulled on Jake's arm and stared into Jake's eyes with determination.

Jake glared at the officer before walking out of the station with Heeseung.

"Are you really taking me to the ward? You believe me don't you?" Jake said as he opened the car door, standing still for a few seconds and staring at Heeseung. "He did it, Heeseung, I'm telling you I saw him! He was smiling, you didn't see?"

Heeseung didn't say anything and got in the car, making Jake let out a breath of frustration and get in the car as well.

"Heeseung, listen to me." Jake said as he turned to face him as much as he could. "That guy killed her. His boots were black and laced, they were Prada boots, I have the exact same pair-"

"Just that?-"

"There was cement on the heels. There's a construction site near the bar, Heeseung. It can't be a coincidence-"

"But what if it is, Jake? What if you beat up a random innocent bartender, and now you're going to the ward and getting charged with assault?"

"He's not a random bartender, Heeseung. He did it! Believe me! I remember his frame now; I saw his boots the night of her murder Heeseung! I was there, why won't you believe me?!" Jake yelled out.