nana is a renowned serial killer in seoul, korea. nobody has caught them, they don't even know who it could possibly be. that was until detective in training lee jeno gives the case a try.
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jeno had been silent and hadn't moved from his spot the whole time the interrogation was taking place. his eyes were solely on jaemin, just watching his every little move and reaction. by now, that male in cuffs was not someone he knew. it was not the jaemin he knew.
it was a stranger, he told himself.
so why did he keep on replaying the memories with him? why was he finding the pieces of his heart sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach with each flashback he had?
the door of the room suddenly opened and johnny stepped out. he practically slammed the door behind him and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding 'til then. the uncle and nephew duo made eye contact and johnny saw how broken jeno looked, even though his rigid composure said the opposite. all he wanted to do was comfort the boy, but what could he even say?
"hey, sorry the boy that you fell in love with is the murderer you've been chasing. and here's a cookie, feel better soon." yeah, not very heartfelt.
it was far beyond cookies now, and they stood there silently before taeyong sharply knocked on the window twice. johnny took the hint and flipped on the speaker. the commander's and jaemin's conversation on the other side started flooding through and johnny saw jeno physically cringe when he heard jaemin's voice. he spared jeno another pitying glance before walking back inside.
not being able to look into the interrogation room any longer, jeno turned around to check on his friend, who happened to be passed out on the chair. letting out a sigh, he took off the jacket he had gotten from his desk and draped it over the male. it was the least he could do for him, since he literally left his hibernation at two in the morning for him.
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once johnny finally calmed down, he came back into the room only to get greeted by jaemin, "oh wow, the angry beanstalk has decided to come back and join story time with nana! how sweet."
with a set jaw, he pulled over a chair next to taeyong and took his seat silently.
"quit the playing around jaemin and just tell us."
"alright alright. you're really no fun commander." jaemin pouting cutely before going back to his shit eating grin, "anyways, let's begin with what started all of this; that sorry excuse of an uncle of mine"–he scoffed as if the word was dirt in his mouth–"that disgusting pig had it coming. it was about time he went to hell."
"are you the one that killed him then?" taeyong asked.
"you tell me. was i? would i kill him after he molested me for most my childhood? would i kill him after he fucking raped me at the age of thirteen?! so, please, be my fucking guest and answer me lee taeyong: did i kill him? did i sit there to watch him die in the dead of night?" there was only one word that could describe how jaemin looked right now, and that was insane.
