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Police office? When was the last time I went there? Oh, never.

I talked with everyone about my situation. Well, not everyone. The only people I thought were worried to dead.  And luckily they understood my situation and tried to help me. But ofcourse I had to deny.

Help is something I don't like to take.

I went in the room of the boy I still don't know the name of. I saw him sleeping peacefully. He had dark brown hair which was a bit too long. It covered his forehead pretty well but came down to his eyelids. It was messy and I could guess he shuffled his head a lot of times while sleeping.

His eyes, as I remember them from yesterday, were perfect and doe-like. He had a scar on his cheek but it was almost fading, almost. He had a nice facial structure, I'll have to admit.

Sighing, seeing his relaxed state I didn't notice of the nurse coming to the eeriely silent room.

She called me, breaking my gaze from the boy resting in the hospital bed, to her. I turned to her and greeted her smilingly. Noticing her flustured state, I knew she is aware of my identity. But I asked her before she could say anything, "Do the police want to interrogate?" sounding extremely formal and polite.

I was more thinking what to testify with the police whether than the boy infront of me. Seeing him okay made me loose some of questions and go towards others.

The nurse nodded her head, "Yes, They want you there as soon as possible. And here are some medical reports of him". She handed me the files of the said boy. Mostly medical conditions. To my dismay, there weren't any information about him.

Why?

I asked the nurse again if there were anything about him. She said there wasn't. They could not find anything about him.

But since he was a minor, there was also a chance of his parents to search for him. So, all hope is not lost. All I had to do was to wait for his parents.

I went to the police station, sighing all my way.

I was honestly really nervous imagining all the possible scenarios of the interrogation since, never in my life I had ever, experienced the feeling to be in a police station.

Interrogation, it itself sounds scary. From what I've seen from the films and documentaries. They never went well and often suspicions arised to the one who never hought of killing a bug. So, I didn't know what I got myself into. Whether I am stupid or I am brave.

At that moment I could feel how color drained from my face and how all of my confidence dimmed down. All I could do that moment was to overthink and jumble out the words. Turning into a suspect.

But all in all, I had to 'pretend' to be confident about this.

Shit dude, Ehy are you so nervous? You zt shot him.

Or, did you?-

Shaking my head violently, I went to the police station, deciding not to do a grand enterance, but peeking my head. And to my view, no one even spared a glance.

Everyone was busy with their cases, some files, some on the telephone. The environment suddenly changed when my assistant came to me calling my name loudly, attaining all the possible attention.

I turned to her, frowning. Displeased of her behaviour. She was new so ofcourse, she was a bit inexperienced and lacked the knowledge on how I hated loudness and attention.

She joined a week ago. What did I had to expect.

Ironic, since I often make upbeat music and songs and make music. People think I might be fully comfortable towards loud sounds when the reality speaks different.

She immediately bowed, her face scrunched up, probably realising her mistake. She bowed again, apologising. I immediately tried to calm her.

She seemed to be young and very childish. Making me almost jealous of her. Almost.

When I entered, I was surprised how there was silence. Uncomfortable silence. Then I heard few gasps, whisperings.

I saw two police officers waiting for me. Serious faces planted. All eyes focused on me.

When I entered, I heard whisperings of the mostly male environment.  Their eyes resting on us.

I walked to the police officers and greeted them with a 90 degree bow, as they did the same. I gave them my information and reasoning of my arrival. They seemed to ease up and looked at each other. Until they broke down to laughter.

Rude and Unprofessional.

I raised one brow of mine, clearly confused and iritated. So was my assistant. Both of us looking at each other. And back to the said officers.

They seem to notice our looks and cough awkwardly. One of them told me to follow him. I did. After I was seated, I had to wait for a couple of minutes before the police officer enters. I straightened my posture and did my best to not show my nervousness.

"Bae Jieon is your name. Am I right?" He asked, raising his brow. His hands on a blue colored file.

I hummed, nodding formally.

"Sukjae Han Hospital, called us tomorrow evening saying you saw a gunshot wounded boy lying in the highway," He described for confirmation, rummaging through the files without sparing me a look.

So y'all police officers are like this? Rude?

I agreed to what he said. "How was his condition when you found him?" he asked looking at me in the eyes wanting for answers and something...I am not sure of.

"He was whimpering at first, He then blinked open his eyes. So, I am confident that he was conscious that time." I said in a warm tone.

All of my life people praised me for having honey like voice, speaking of which, made the police man notice, his eyes awestruck on me.

It took him couple of seconds to move back his eyes awkwardly, blush...as usually running in his face.

For the sake of God...

"So, did he told you anything? About him or.... anything?"

"I asked if he was scared or not but he kept staring at me. He was conscious throughout the hospital journey but I didn't heard him talk for once."

"..Oh...I see." He said in reply noting down.

"Well, judging by his medical report, he is 17 year old. He is still a minor. And we still haven't found any clue about his identity. So..." He trailed his words awkwardly.

Suddenly a person burst through the door.

I didn't bother turning back and kept looking at the files scattered throughout the table.

Seemed like the other police officer. I heard him talk with the officer infront of me.

"The boy is now conscious. But, he still isn't answering or responding to any of the questions asked by the doctors," The officer spoke as I kept my position. Listening.

"And?"

"And he has to be in a custody of someone. Nurses asked him about his parents and address, but he was not responding. Chances are he could be mute or he does not speak Korean."

"Very weird, He looks Korean though. And he's really handsome..." stupidly the officer replied. Shaking my head slightly I looked to the face of the seated officer.

"Is his outer appearance that important now. officer?" The other policeman asked him, irritated.

To my surprise he was embarrassed and immediately apologized. The standing officer scoffed.

When the officer, who burst in the room left, he turned to me and asked about my details and info on how I can be contacted. I wrote my number and filled important details on a certain form.

Before exiting the office, The police officer told me that he was a fan of mine. Not the groups I had worked with, but mine. I was very unprepared of his confession. And thanked him, awkwardly.

He smiled back to me. One thing I noticed, his smile was very cute.