Unhinged; Han Jisung.

thirty.

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When everyone walked down the hallway to get to the observation room, you were waiting outside of interrogation, leaning against the wall, looking over the case file that was put together for you. You looked over and saw them, so you pushed off the wall and into interrogation.

Taejun looked at you through his bangs as you put the case file on the table and sat in front of him. He licked his lips and put his handcuffed hands on the table.

"Why'd you bring me all the way here to interrogate me?" He asked.

"I didn't have what I needed to interrogate you in Paris." You said. "And I get answers in this room, and that's exactly what you're going to give me."

"What is there to answer? You know what I did."

"The bombings in Washington D.C., Cairo, Paris, and here." The expression in his eyes changed for a moment, but they went cold again. "That was the work of you and your cell?"

"Yes. You know that already."

You tilted your head as something was slid under the door. You hopped off the table and picked it up, turning it around to see a picture of you and Taejun.

"Why didn't you just tell me you hated me in high school? Why start a terror group just to target me?"

"Well, it wasn't just for you, Y/N. Don't be so greedy." He chuckled. "A terror cell's job is to cause terror and that is exactly what we did, no?"

You hummed and walked behind him. "You did cause terror that's for sure. You definitely terrorized Jeanne." You saw his back muscles tense up, so you grabbed his shoulder and leaned into his ear. "Sexual harassment of a minor. Your inmates are going to have a field day with you."

"Inmates?"

"Guantanamo Bay." You replied, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look into the mirror. "But that is the least of your worries. Bombs are one thing. Destroyed buildings are replaceable, but taking lives is not. Especially taking a young girls childhood from her."

"She liked it." He whispered. "Ask her."

You got in front of him and grabbed his face like he had done to you so many times. "She didn't ask for the things you took from her."

He sighed and looked up at you. "I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"Yeah, you should have." You let go of his face. "But I'm alive and I'm going to make sure you get what you deserve."

On the other side of the glass, Jeanne was playing with her fingers. Jisung noticed and walked over to her.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"I didn't know she knew." Jeanne replied. "I wasn't expecting her to say anything."

He put a gentle hand on her back. "Y/N knows a lot of things. Nothing gets passed her, trust me."

"Look, Taejun." You said as you leaned against the other side of the table, your back to him. "I have a lot of things to say to you, a lot of things to get off my chest."

"This is a therapy session now?"

"When did you start hating me?"

He flinched back and shifted in his seat. "The summer before sophomore year."

"Do you remember when you told me you wanted to have a family with me?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I do. I was bound and determined to start a family with you."

You fought back the memory. Though it was a fond memory, it was now sour as it resurfaced in the interrogation room. In the observation room, Jisung was listening closely while the guys were looking at him curiously.

"When you shot me in my apartment that night," you paused and turned around to look at him. "You killed my baby."

Taejun's heart dropped. He knew he'd never have a family with you, but even he wouldn't wish that on you.

"Y/N, I'm-"

"Sorry? Yeah, you should be." You nodded, looking down at the table. "But, even if you didn't kill the baby that night, you probably would have in that warehouse."

"If I knew you were pregnant, Y/N, I wouldn't have touched you. You know that."

"I don't know that, actually. I mean, should I? Would it have really made a difference if you knew? That wouldn't change the fact that you hate me."

"No, but I know your family comes first."

"Make it up to me, then." You said. "Tell me who you were taking orders from."

"What makes you think that I was taking orders from someone?"

"You're not smart enough to get a terrorist cell together, much less plan attacks with a clean get away."

He sighed and shook his head. "Only if you turn the camera off."

You thought about it for a second, then nodded. You turned to the mirror and made a 'cut off' motion, and the red light on the camera turned off. You sat down in your chair and leaned over the table.

"You know him very well, Y/N. He's a big part of your life."

The boys and Jeanne watched from behind the glass, curious as to what you could've been saying.

"Okay?"

"He found out about my falling out with you and he's the one who brought everyone together. I didn't even think about it, honestly, but it sounded more pleasing the more we talked about it."

You nodded. "I'm ruling out my team. I know it's not one of them."

"It's not, but it's someone close." He said. "Just so you know, I'm only doing this in redemption for the baby. I would probably do everything I did to you in that warehouse over again."

"I'm sure you would." You grabbed the case file, which you didn't even need to use. "But I didn't expect you to feel bad."

You left interrogation and shut the door as Blade bolted around the corner and nearly tackled you to the ground. "I am so glad you're back."

She heard a small whine come from your mouth and she pulled back with a worried expression. She furrowed her eyebrows and lifted your shirt, her lips parting. "This is bad, Y/N, and that's an understatement. How are you still walking? Who knows you have this burn?"

"Nobody, yet. I need to get settled back in." You told her. "I missed you."

She grabbed your arm in that way that she always did when she was happy to see you, then everyone went back to the squad room. As you sat on your desk, everyone was staring at you, so you shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes?"

"We're just glad that you're back, is all." Seungmin said.

"I second that." Changmin had walked into the squad room, his hands behind his back. "Welcome back, Y/N. I know it's early in your return, but I already have an order for you."

"Okay." You nodded. "Which is?"

"Go get checked out."

He turned on his heels and walked away, and all you could do was look at Blade as she had the same question in her eyes.

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