THE SUSPECT./ kang daniel

#8. can't let it go

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" don't judge the book by the chapter you landed on. "
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PARK JIHOON

i was angry–and that was an understatement.

i was also miserable–and that was also an understatement.

i should've never said those things to her. i should've never said those things to daniel either.

most of all, i should've never said those things to hyemin.

JUNG EUNAE

i spent the next couple of hours sitting on my bed thinking, why did this have to happen to me?

the day of haeun's murder, at 6:41, i was cooking dinner for myself, with the groceries i bought.

who took my knife to frame me? or how did they do it?

"i want to go back to a normal life..." i said to myself. "god, you believe me when i didn't do it, right?"

i didn't know why i was even asking a god–if a god even existed.

there was a sudden knock on my door, and i got up to open it.

i was surprised to see daniel there, smiling sheepishly. "oh, it's you."

"you don't sound happy to see me?" daniel questioned and chuckled.

"yes. i am sooo unhappy to see you. i totally wasn't feeling lonely a minute ago." i said sarcastically.

"well good thing i'm here then." daniel said, making his way inside.

"why are you here?" i asked.

he shrugged. "i just felt like seeing you."

pew pew. straight to my beating heart.

"oookay then." i said.

"i just wanted to say sorry about the whole thing that happened earlier with jihoon. i got a little angrier than i should've. he hit a sensitive spot, and i probably did the same to him so–"

"you don't have to say sorry." i said, laughing. "you're too nice sometimes, i would have no spot to be mad at you anyways, you know? i don't know the full story."

"yeah..." he said. "the story is really long and complicated, i'll tell you another time when we're closer, okay?"

i nodded. "only if you want, daniel."

"i do want to." he said.

"so, want something to eat?" i asked.

"you gonna use a bloody knife to cook it?" daniel asked jokingly.

i shot a glare at him. "you'll be my first time killing someone if you don't shut up."

"i'm joking. i know for a fact you didn't do it." daniel said confidently. "you don't seem the type to go around pew pew-ing people in their backs anyways."

i nodded. "exactly. i'm glad you see that. i hope you get the message that i like to cook though."

"isn't that wife material?" daniel asked, smirking.

"i'm my own wife. i ain't cooking for anyone else." i said.

"what about me?"

"no."

"if i were your husband, would you cook for me?"

"........." i started blushing madly and tried to cover it up with a fake cough. "no stop that."

"no you're cute."

my blush went even deeper. "i have the feeling you're one of those fuck bois."

"me?" daniel asked, like he was offended. "of course not."

"mhm." i said.

"well you won't know unless you actually date me, eunae." daniel smirked again.

i rolled my eyes. "i wasn't thinking about relationships before, and with this whole murder mystery case, i'm still not thinking about it. especially if i end up somehow getting arrested for all this, than i definitely am not gonna be any relationships."

daniel frowned. "you're so negative. of course you won't get arrested, justice will soon find the real murderer, right?"

"i hope so." i said. "thanks for believing in me."

"of course babe."

i choked on thin air. "nuh uh, none of that please."

daniel flashed a grin. "you're cute. anyways, you gonna cook me something or naw?"

"naw." i replied, taking out top ramen. "exquisite meals are only fit for exquisite people, after all."

"so that means me and you are lowly peasants for eating ramen?"

"no, only you."