Choices

▶️attempt no. five: part five

A female operator speaks on the other side of the line, explaining that one of the suspects has been found.

You believe the first suspect never gets that label removed- they don't obtain the label of 'the one who did it' at the end of an interrogation, so you lose hope.

Once the call is over, you sigh.

I'm not ready to go through this.

I don't want to see someone who's supposedly linked to my father's bloody demise.

"Taehyung who was that?" You hear Namjoon's voice.

When you turn you see him and your blond friend walking towards you from the kitchen, both clearly confused.

"It was the police, I'm invited to see the first suspect's interrogation at 12."

Jimin's eyebrows rose. "They have a suspect already? Fast."

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"How are you feeling, Taehyung?" Namjoon asks as he puts his left arm around your shoulders.

I don't know how or what to feel about this.

Walking at different paces makes it uncomfortable as your shoulder keeps bumping into under his arm, so you try to match his.

"…I don't know." You reply softly, with your gaze to the concrete pavement.

You feel a smaller hand grab your left one and it squeezes you.

You look up to see Jimin displaying a concerned expression, just as you and the brunet's pace is in sync.

You look back to the ground, more specifically your walking feet.

You're wearing simple trainers.

"Taetae don't put on your emotionless face. It's not good for anyone."

Yes it is.

It blocks me from feeling.

If it can't do that, it prevents people seeing how I truly feel.

"It's good for myself."

As much as you want to let go of the blond's grip, you can't bring yourself to.

You need him.

You also need Namjoon, so you're glad he's so supportive.

"…You're seriously struggling, aren't you?" Namjoon softly smiles sympathetically.

"My dad was one of my best friends. He was actually my favourite person in the world." You ponder for a moment.

"Who do I have now?"

You hear an 'oh Tae,' from Jimin, who then rubs circles on your hand.

"You may have no one like that, and the truth is that no one can be as good as your father was to you." Namjoon squeezes your shoulder.  "We're still here to support."

The elder walks in front of Jimin and you, stopping you in your tracks.

Namjoon's eyes are laser focused, yet they seem careful.

"You'd like us to watch the interrogation with you, wouldn't you?"

You nod once.

"Sure." Jimin says, after letting go of your hand.

He places that hand on your shoulder, causing you to look at him so he would say why.

"Show emotion, Taehyung." The blond says.

He's telling me to take off my emotionless face… if I do, I'll look weak.

But they are my friends, right?

They won't judge.

So you release a big outburst of pain that you've held in for a while.

You feel two bodies with their arms wrapped around you.

You don't want to know nor see who killed your dad.

Then again, you think it's better to get it over and done with.

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You wait silently for the suspect to come into the room you're in currently, which has data analysts and whoever else, typing away at computers behind.

You try to recall what one of the workers told you.

What's the name of this room again…

You rack your brain, but can't seem to find the answer.

Oh well. Not like it matters.

This room leads to the interrogation room, which you stand in front of.

The interrogation room is a blank room, with two chairs either side of a white table in the centre.

Somehow, the lighting makes the room look faintly teal.

There is a massive glass window, nearly the width of the room, that you are gazing blankly through.

You know soon you'll be seeing the suspect through this window.

As you wait, you listen to Jimin and Namjoon's conversation to your left.

"What is it?" Namjoon questions.

Jimin doesn't speak for a moment. "You know Hyeolguk…"

"Yeah…?"

"I've heard he's friends with someone called Yoongi."

"Does Yoongi go to our school? Is he new too?"

"He's not new, I think he's that platinum blond guy with those super cool specs and fashion."

You turn to the pair as you let out a care free snigger.

Namjoon is right next to you, so his back faces you.

However, he moves out of the way to pat your back out of supoort, as Jimin becomes visible.

The blond shows his sweetest eye smile briefly.

"Oh Jimin." You feel the need to say in regards to what was said before.

The latter shrugs as Namjoon lets go of you. "His hair looks great on him… well, that's besides the point."

Jimin ponders for a moment before speaking once more.

"Do you think Yoongi or Hyeolguk will be mentioned?"

You answer, causing both pairs of eyes to land on you. "Maybe. If the interrogator knows about them."

Just at that moment, you hear the door open-

In comes a policeman, a woman in a suit, and the suspect in handcuffs.

He wears a plain black face mask that covers his face from the nose down.

His eyes are uncovered, but his dark brown bangs pretty much conceal them.

His hair was a lighter shade of brown before, but ok.

You associate this person with the one you saw holding open the backpack at the convenience store.

You associate him with the one bully that didn't do much to Hyeolguk by the toilets.

He was also the only one with a face mask at the time.

But what shocks you is that he's someone you've seen…

And he may have killed your father.