Crimson Park

Chapter 22

Stupid! You're so fucking stupid!

You held your head in your hands, resting your elbows against the cold table in the middle of an interrogation room. You were sure they were watching you from behind the mirror – perhaps Jungkook was watching you too - but at the moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You were so heartbroken. So angry with yourself that you didn't even fight the tear that escaped and was now rolling down your cheek.

"Pull it together," you murmured under your breath when you heard a rustling in the hall. Someone was going to be entering the interrogation room soon. You wiped your cheeks and sat up straight. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing. Jeans. Sweater. Not your attire when you wanted to be powerful and in control. Your typical pencil skirt and blouse, your floppy hat and crimson red lipstick was what you always expected to be wearing when you finally went down. But now you were raw, exposed because you had wanted to be that way for the only person you felt comfortable being raw and exposed for... Jungkook. And now he was your enemy. In fact, he had always been your enemy.

The door finally opened and in walked a tall man with dimples, wearing slacks and a button up shirt. You recognized him immediately - he was the man on the security cameras who had been hanging around your apartment. Behind him, to your surprise, in walked Jungkook, wearing much the same. Your eyes immediately darted to the badge hanging around his neck. Both men took a seat across from you. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, while the first man opened up a file across the table.

"Ms. Park. I'm detective Kim Namjoon. You're familiar with detective Jeon Jungkook," the man began to speak. You looked away from both of them.

"Has my lawyer been contacted?" you asked assertively.

"He's on his way, but until then, I think there is something we should talk about first. I think you'll find it beneficial to your situation."

"I'm not speaking to anyone," you said firmly. "I'm not that stupid."

"Y/N, please," Jungkook said, barely louder than a whisper. He was trying to soothe you, but it only made you angry.

How dare he speak to me like that?

"Ms. Park, things are going to get very difficult for you, but we have ways of making it easier. I think you'll want to hear what we have to say," said Namjoon.

You didn't reply.

"Y/N, you have to trust us. We're trying to help you," said Jungkook.

You have to trust me, Y/N. We are going to figure this out, was what Jungkook had said to you back in the square. How could he ask you to trust him? How could he have told you all those times you could trust him, when all along you were sleeping together and he had been a cop. Regardless, his words hung in your mind and for that reason alone, you nodded.

"I'll listen," you said curtly.

"Good," said Namjoon as he shuffled in his seat and prepared to speak. "The thing is, we aren't after you, Ms. Park. We gain no advantage in taking down crime cells by arresting the bookkeeper. We're after your boss. Dongnam."

Of course, you are, you rolled your eyes.

"But having said that, you do face a laundry list of offences. Many that could put you away for a very long time. But... we're willing to make a deal."

"What kind of a deal," you asked.

"A reduced sentence. Three years, time served. If you cooperate and agree to act as a witness against Dongnam."

Typical. This was why Dongnam always killed off his officials if they were arrested. That way they couldn't talk. If you did talk, your death wouldn't be quick and painless – he'd be sure to send someone for you and take your life in the slowest and most painful manner they could muster from behind bars.