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'' Just for the record, these are murders that you are researching, right? ''
'' What else are they supposed to be? Ones that I committed? ''
'' How am I supposed to know? From what I've seen, you do seem to be a pretty strange person, '' Donghyuck replied and carelessly shrugged. His dark grey hair was ruffled, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt and leaning against the doorway of my room. He already went to sleep, but he woke up when I accidentally knocked over my empty cup of coffee and he heard the sound of glass, loudly shattering in to pieces. It was already way past four in the morning, but I had no intentions of going to sleep. On some nights, it was like that. I knew that even if I would lay down, I wouldn't be able to close my eyes, so I didn't bother to try.
'' What would you even do if I really was a killer? ''
'' Call the police, get you arrested, pretend to be your relative and take your apartment, '' Donghyuck calmly replied and tiredly yawned.
I scrunched up my nose and raised my gaze from the notes that were scattered over my desk. '' I don't like how fast you answered to my question, but I appreciate the honesty. I suppose... If something actually does happen to me, you can have it. The apartment, I mean. I don't have anyone else to give it to anyway. ''
Donghyuck tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in doubt. '' Are you sure about not having anyone? Some guy has been coming by lately. It's usually when you're still out and working with that detective. Tall, red-haired. With a serious face... Kind of scary. ''
'' Yuta? '' I mumbled with surprise, instantly recognizing my brother in that description. We didn't see or hear from each other ever since that day when he showed up in my office and scolded me for not telling him about my father's debt. Donghyuck saw him with an envelope full of money, hesitating on my doorway and looking unsure if he should leave it in the mailbox or personally give it to me on some other occasion when I would be home. '' He looked like he was trying to deliver me money? Must be for the debt... Why is he actually trying? ''
'' What do you mean? ''
'' Nothing, '' I quickly mumbled. '' Family problems. I'm guessing that you can imagine how it is. ''
He pursed his lips and lowered his gaze. '' I can try. My father's in jail and he will be there for a very long time. As for my mother... I never knew her. I've been with my uncle, the loan shark, for as long as I can remember. ''
Silence fell over the room and neither one of us said anything until he stepped closer to my desk and took a better look at the crime scene photos that I was arranging in front of me. His nose scrunched up in disgust at the sight of the more gruesome ones and he carefully asked: '' What's this? Do you always look at bloody corpses at four in the morning? Is that supposed to help you fall asleep more easily? Don't you think that this might be the reason why you can't sleep? ''
