THE SUSPECT./ kang daniel

#10. confused

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" i don't understand. at all. "
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JUNG EUNAE

i didn't feel safe in my home. i couldn't even sleep at night, knowing that someone had went inside my apartment and stole a knife.

i only use knives fOR CUTTING ONIONS, MEAT, FRUITS, AND VEGETABLES!! why can't they understand that???

i can't sit and do nothing. if the detectives don't trust me, i'll make them trust me.

i stood up, grabbing my jacket and walking out of my complex.

park woojin. he was "gardening" at the time of the murder, and apparently has the same set of knives as the decoy. my knife.

ong seongwoo. im haeun's ex-boyfriend. had a collection of bullets. (weird??)

and park jihoon. has no evidence. has no connections.

in movies, the one who always has the least evidence leading to them is the killer. that means, park jihoon might be the killer. or i'm just biased because he was being an asshole earlier.

from what i remember, jihoon's room was 204. so i walked there, and knocked on his door without hesitation. i will get down to the bottom of this. i will prove myself innocent.

the door creaked open, revealing park jihoon, his face changing into a scowl after seeing me.

"why the hell are you here?" he asked.

"calm down, i just wanna talk."

"i don't trust you, go away." he said, shutting the door.

i stopped the door from shutting by placing my hand between the cracks—bad idea. the door slammed right on my knuckles, making me choke back a scream of pain. "OW!"

"you shouldn't have had your hand there." jihoon glowered.

"dick." i said, rubbing my sore knuckles. "please let me inside. let's talk. i'll even let you hold a gun to my head while we talk if you're that scared of me killing you."

"as if." jihoon said. "fine. 5 minutes, then get out."

"cool." i stepped inside, and the both of us sat down on the couch. i discreetly looked around as i walked to the living area.

his house was mainly very neat–as i expected. books on shelves, pictures on counters, food on tables.

"what is it you wanna talk about??" jihoon asked impatiently.

"why do you hate me?" i asked, trying to think of something. in all honesty, i only wanted to come so i could check to see if his house had any clues.

"because you're the killer."

"i am not the killer!" i said. "if i was the killer, why would you be in the same room as me right now?? why did you let me in??"

"because i'm curious." jihoon said. "you're lying about knowing im haeun."

"i don't know her." i said through my gritted teeth.

jihoon got up. "oh, well." he walked to the kitchen.

my eyes followed him, and i got up as well, finally walking around the house.

i came across a few pictures. i stopped and picked one of them up, squinting at it. it was a group of four friends smiling happily.

i easily saw jihoon in it, but it took me a while to realize one thing—no, two things.

im haeun. even though i had only seen her once, it's a face i shouldn't forget. that face was in this picture it was her.

and even more, kang daniel. he had changed a lot—from his height, and his hair. but it was him. i could recognize from a mile away.

this means, that one, jihoon lied about not knowing im haeun.

and what bothered me the most was that daniel had also lied about not knowing im haeun.

"yah, who said you could touch my things?" jihoon's voice interrupted my thoughts.

my head snapped up, not wanting so say anything. without a word a set the picture down, and put on a fake smile. "nice picture."

"uh huh." he murmured.

"i should get going now." i said.

"gladly. no need to say, just do please."

"i hope we're friends now. i don't want to have enemies even over this." i said.

"uh huh."

i walked out the house, even more confused then when i entered.

why would jihoon lie?

why would daniel lie?