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"AND then you guys arrived..." i mutter, trying to hold back my tears. officer jeon is now sitting cross-legged on the ground, taking notes as i tell him what happened. "i don't even know who called the police."
"well, whoever it was, you're lucky we came," he cockily remarks, letting out a deep chuckle. the officer stands up, reaching his maximum height and putting away his notepad.
"how, exactly, am i lucky?" i retort, standing up in a failed attempt to match his height.
"because my boyfriend is dead and was already dead when you arrived. he's currently lying on the floor of his flower shop, lifeless and covered in his own blood."
with all of the sadness and remorse having left my body, i approach officer jeon. fury and rage have taken over my clear-thinking conscious.
"tell me, officer jeon, how exactly am i lucky?" i say through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to spit on his face.
"ma'am, i get that you're upset, but please do me a favor and remember that you're talking to a police officer," jeon demands, his tone stern and condescending.
i feel small and worthless under his gaze, so i decide to give him some space. as much as i hate to admit it, he's right.
"thank you," officer jeon roughly says. he straightens out his police uniform and clears his throat before continuing. "anyway, is there anyone you can think of that could've had something against jin and targeted him because of it?"
i ponder over the question, but quickly shake my head at it. "jin was a pretty reserved guy, so he didn't know or interact with a lot people outside of work. not even with family. it's honestly a miracle that we even got together..."
talking about him in past tense is like a dagger to my heart. it's the realization that he is, indeed, gone.
dead.
the love of my life bled out on the cold floor of the flower shop that he opened up on his own.
"how did you two meet?" officer jeon curiously asks, tapping his chin with the end of his pen. this is the most interested i've seen him all night.
"about a year ago i moved to seoul from busan to join an architectural firm. i needed a cheap place to live in and found an available apartment in this building online. i came and found out that jin was the owner of the entire building. being neighbors, it was inevitable that we would eventually run into each other. one thing led to another and we started dating."
the tears have come back. shit. i wipe them away hastily as memories of us together enter my mind. i do not want to show any signs of weakness in front of officer jeon.
no matter how much it kills me.
"huh... interesting," officer jeon thinks out loud.
"what is?" i snarkily question.
"seems like kim seokjin was just a normal guy. well, a real loner, but normal," officer jeon shrugs. however, something about his voice seems forced and unnatural.
i scoff at his remark, completely incredulous. "my boyfriend just died, so please do me a favor and show him and i some damn respect." i use his own words against him.
jeon suddenly advances on me, his face now red in anger. it seems like something has snapped inside him. he's much closer than before, way more than when i initially approached him. i wince slightly at his close proximity.
suddenly, to my relief, another police officer grabs his arm and pulls him back. he whispers something in his ear while jeon stares at me.
if gazes could kill, his definitely would.
the other officer leaves, looking back at me as he goes. i cross my arms worriedly as he joins his other partner, both of them whispering to each other. i can only assume it's about me.
"i think that's enough for today," jeon sighs, having had enough of, presumably, me. "we'll take the body to forensics down at the lab and they'll run tests on it to determine the cause of death."
officer jeon turns on his heel and begins to walk towards his fellow officers, leaving me in a sea of questions. i chase after him, wanting to know more.
"and after that, officer jeon, what happens?"
letting out a dry laugh, jeon turns around to face me. a twisted smirk is plastered across his face.
"the funeral of course. and please, call me jungkook."
