not your typical love story // 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷. (EDITING...)

CH.34

jihoon replied, "hello?"

"can you hear me?" inquired the other line.

it was none other than shin hoseok, the police officer who is currently assisting him with his case.

"yes, loud and clear," replied the lavender-haired jihoon.

despite the fact that he could hear the sound of a car engine in the background, the doctor was able to understand what the other line was saying but it does bothers him though.

both jihoon and wonwoo paid an unannounced visit to the asylum and stayed there for several hours, checking on few patients before returning home as the secret mission began.

"really?" the officer asked, relieved. "that's good to hear then."

jihoon then asked, "so, where is he right now?" referring to mingyu.

the doctor left his phone on the nightstand near his bed as he set it on loud speaker and searched his wardrobe for a pair of clothes to change into.

"unfortunately, we're still after him," the officer answered, "it appears he lives far away from the cafe."

hearing the response from the other line, the now lavender-haired jihoon had come to a halt at his own track, raising an inquisitive brow.

"wait. he lives far away from the cafe, you say?" the doctor said again, skeptical of what he had heard.

it was audible and understandable to the person on the other end of the call.

the cop answered, "hm, yeah, that's roughly like that."

"that can't be it though since he claimed that he lives near the asylum earlier, and the cafe is not that far from the asylum." jihoon murmured.

"what?" the sad officer asked, taken aback by the newly acquired information.

tired of rummaging through his closet, jihoon pulls out a random pair of peach-colored sweatpants and pairs them with a light-colored tracksuit.

"so we kind of questioned him earlier where he lives at the moment, and he said it wasn't too far from the asylum, and that cafe isn't far from the asylum either." jihoon replied before snatching his phone and lying flat on his bed, peering at his house's now-boring ceiling.

yes.

he is not staying at the dorm, but rather in his own home.

"so, was that a lie? or what?" the officer wondered in the other line.

"well, i'm not sure if he's telling the truth or not," jihoon replied, unsure of what to trust anymore.

the cop on the other end of the line remarked, "wait, he just parked in front of a very big house."

"what? but he said he rented an apartment, and it was a very cheap one," jihoon continued, becoming increasingly disturbed and perplexed.

"i'm hanging up; i'll contact you if i get any more information," the said officer added in a rush, as jihoon hummed in response and that marks the end of their conversation.

"don't tell me he lied to us?" jihoon thought to himself.

If he did, that is. why? What was the reason for this?

after the call ended, the doctor's mind has begun to goes off somewhere, and he has been staring at the ceiling.

he had been spaced out for around nine minutes, possibly longer.

the doctor couldn't hear anything; if it hadn't been for the air conditioner, the room would have been completely silent.

his is eyes soon grew bored of staring at the caramel-colored ceiling, yet his mind is still restless.

it was seven o'clock in the evening and, without even realizing it, he had fallen asleep after being submerged by his own deep thoughts.

'someone is going to kill you.'

jihoon was soon startled awake when he heard a strangely familiar voice.

as droplets of chilly sweat begin to drip down his furrowed brows and frigid back, his heart beats furiously.

when his phone rang, he was interrupted. "what was that—"

he rose up from the bed and groaned as he felt a pounding pain in his head."tsk."

"seriously," he said, annoyed as he massaged his temples before picking up his phone and sliding it open to take the call.

"what?" he mumbled, still not fully awake.

the other side replied, "our hunch was correct."

who the fuck-

jihoon raised an eyebrow before checking the identity of the caller.

it was, of course, the cop. the doctor thought as he heave a sigh.

jihoon inquired, "yeah. what hunch?"

"remember that huge house that i've mentioned earlier?" the said officer enthusiastically asked as jihoon hummed in response.

"yeah, and what of it?" jihoon replied, his pounding head still getting on his nerves.

"well, it turns out that the house we're talking about belongs to the maroon-haired guy," said the other line.

the lavender-haired was on the verge of dropping the phone, but unfortunately he didn't.

"huh? wait. what's he doing there?" jihoon asked, clearly referring to Mingyu.

"about that. we're still looking into it," the officer on the other line said. "right after he parked at the house, he appears to be greeted by large group of men, dressed in suits."

everything soonyoung had told jihoon before had come back to him like a whirlwind of horrifying reality.

they were all dressed in black suit. that was what soonyoung had told him.

if the doctor remembered it right, the blonde had mentioned that it was a scene from his so-called nightmare.

but putting such things aside, the doctor realizes that he hasn't seen soonyoung lately.

in fact, he hadn't seen the blonde in a month or so, he just heard that someone new had taken up the case of that blonde psycho.

"i think i need to talk to soonyoung about this," the doctor said to himself.

it can't be a coincidence that the blonde dreams about it, especially since the people involved are the same kind of people.

and that's a bit too much for a coincidence.

"i'll contact you later," jihoon explained, "i need to meet someone."

when the call ended, he heard the cop ask who it was from the other line, but he was soon cut off.

he jumps out of bed, change into something more casual but a little formal, grabs his jacket from the hanger, paired with a pastel scarf.

the current month is surprisingly cold that what it supposed to be.