THE SUSPECT./ kang daniel

#3. trusting

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" why me? "
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JUNG EUNAE

BANG BANG BANG!

i let out an annoyed groan. "who the fuck–"

BANG BANG BANG!

(a/n: i'm just asking for someone to comment something about bigbang, aren't i?)

i mumbled cursed under my breath, kicking the cover off of me and stomping to the front door in my kitty-cat pajamas. c'mon, we're all a mess in the morning, why hide it?

i swung open the door with my eyes narrowed. but then my face slowly turned put on a fake smile.

IT'S THE PO-PO–

fuck, did i do something??

"um...hello." i said.

the officer narrowed his eyes at me, taking out his official fancy po-po card and introducing himself, like the fancy suit and badges didn't indicate he was a big dude already. his name was kim john. (????)

"we're here to report a murder, in this very building, on this very floor, at 6:41 p.m. yesterday. the victim is im haeun, whom was killed by an unknown weapon as of now. we are investigating the case and would like to ask you a few things about it."

i could practically hear the blood roaring in my ears and feel spiders of goosebumps on my arm. "a...a murder??"

"that is what i said." officer-nim said, before stepping into my house (unwelcomed). we both sat down.

i furrowed my eyebrows, once officer guy showed me a picture of the victim. i got major chills.

it was the girl in the elevator with me and daniel yesterday.

"oh my god..." i muttered.

"huh? what?"

"i saw her yesterday. right before that happened." i said.

"care to explain more?"

"i was in the elevator...she was inside of it too. i had seen her but we've never really talked. but i know she was acting a bit weird in the elevator." i explained.

"what do you mean by weird?"

"she was on her phone, and then she gasped really loudly." i said, reenacting her dramatic gasp. "and then she looked really scared, absolutely terrified, and then she bolted out the elevator and ran away. i didn't see her afterwards."

"hm...okay." the officer said, "you didn't see her afterwards..."

"i didn't!!"

"be honest miss, are you the murderer?"

my jaw dropped. "why would you even ask that?! i'm just a normal girl! i wouldn't–"

"okay." the officer said plainly, dismissing my clear anxiety and scribbling something in his notes. he got up and nodded at me. "we're holding a meeting together with the other suspects in room 205 in ten minutes. be there, please."

my jaw dropped even farther. "s-suspect?! i didn't do it!! i didn't do anything!!" i said in distress, but officer john didn't care, leaving the room in a flash.

i looked down to my shaking hands. "i didn't do anything....why me??"

my head was spinning, and honestly i didn't feel safe at all right now. this apartment building...there's a murderer living inside, or one that has been inside.

who is it?