Calculate

Dumb, out of respect. Clever, out of not.

01——

Art Delilah
age: 19
occupation:
Con artist- a person who deceives people by making them believe something false.

"Okay, Ms. I'll ask you one last time. Where exactly did you lose her?"

The ageing police officer now seemed to be ageing at twice the rate. His fingers were clawing at his silver hair, whatever of them that were left and his eyes showed a surreal amount of frustration.
Am I perhaps proud for causing so much trouble to him?
I shook my head vigorously preventing my inner self from giggling at this moment.
Get a hold Art, Lizzie is missing.

"Sir, I'll tell you again. Last night, me and my best friend went for a party at a certain restaurant, we ate and at a certain point of time we left, on the way we parted our ways and now Lizzie, my best friend is missing."

As soon as I completed repeating my report for the fifth time, the old man's head finally fell on his desk creating a loud bang and attracting all eyes from around the station to us.

Did he finally die?

"Sir?"
I called out. No response.
"Officer are you-"

"Listen up you punk. Unless you give me proper Nouns for a "certain restaurant" and an exact figure of time, in Kst, during which you left that "certain restaurant" I'll lock you up for obstruction of justice"

No. The old man's alive.

"That. I. Can't"
I said, for the fifth time, playing with my fingers.
You see, that certain restaurant was Papa Mochi's Club n Bar, since I'm still 19, he'll definitely lock me up for fake ID's and forgery of official documents.
Then he would go on looking for my guardians finding none (I dunno, I guess because I couldn't find my guardians either) and on further background check what if he ends up figuring out how exactly I own a Maserati at the age of 19, given the fact that I don't have filthy rich guardians?
For your information, I do actually own a Maserati and my own apartment (on a loan) as Con artists are usually always, wanted. Both by the market and law enforcements. Apparently, I am one.

As for the exact 'time', it was 3am when I lost Lizzie, it's 7 am right now, so they won't file her under missing persons, but I am sure Lizzie is missing. And I am dead worried about her.

He slowly got up from his chair and walked out if his cubicle towards me.

"Get up and get out"
He said in a low voice, his fingers rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead.

"I have a witness"
I said, suddenly remembering Nana.

"What?"
"Nana. She lives below Lizzie's flat. You can ask her. She'll tell you clearly, that Lizzie leaft her place  yesterday at 5pm but never returned."

It wasn't a convincing argument because Nana can't really tell him what he doesn't already know (i.e Lizzie is missing), neither can she tell him what he wants to know (ime the exact nouns and time), but I'm sorry okay? I can't either.

If I calculate the amount of things Lizzie has done for me, and the things I've done for her, it doesn't really satisfy the big X factor—which is the extent of our friendship— to put my Con buisness on the line. Besides, everything she ever did for me was in return of what I did for her.
Meaning, she probably didn't ever think of me as her best friend, atleast not more than I did,  rather I guess she did good things for me in return because she felt obliged to.
But, I'm still worried, so I guess I'll have to figure out someway to fix this without disturbing the equation.

The old man slumped down on the chair next to mine, head in his hands and eyes shut.
Looking at him is making me sick too. Woah, the energy this guy radiates. Seconds later, I too put my elbows on my thighs, and rested my chind in my hands, almost drifting to sleep when someone banged a table startling me back to my daylight senses.

"Who are you to him?"

My eyes met his and instantly withdrew from the gaze.
Too powerful, guys. Too powerful.

I looked at his Id that hung from his neck.
"Prosecutor Park Jimin"
I read outloud, then remembering his question shook my head sideways.

"No one. Absolutely no one. Bye."

Turning on my heels, I started to run off but my arm attached to something.
He was holding it back. Ofcourse, running off is the hardest part. This prosecutor guy looked clever. And no matter what, I always choose to avoid clever, for obvious reasons.

"Wait, right here."
With one push, he woke up the old officer while holding onto me with his other hand.

"Oh, look who's here. Again. Should I just take an yearly bail amount so we could get over this paperwork easily?"

The old man...okay, out of respect let's just call him the dumb officer (I respect the dumb) stood up, taking out papers from his drawer, the clever prosecutor, wait I know his name (glancing back at his ID)...Park Jimin, signed them and after a wait of 10mins, there was one more guy in front of me. All this while, I am still attached to the prosecutor.

The newly added variable guy looked exactly like- well, like someone I'd have 19+ fantasies about... but does he lack any sort of facial muscles or is he just stoic by personality?

Before I could even process how exactly did the new guy-who was seemingly my age- smelled so good besides the fact that he stepped out of the lock up and was handcuffed moments ago, the prosecutor guy's fist landed on his nose.

The dumb officer seemed annoyingly unbothered by the scene, as if he's used to it.
"That is assualt. You being the victim can report right here Jeong Jungkook"
He said, in a time suggesting he's said it multiple times before. In conclusion, the Jungkook guy gets into Jail a lot and everytime his Hyung bail him out, his nose suffers.
There was bruise forming along his jawline and his left nostril practically leaked out blood.

It's not the fault of his face okay?
I already hate Park Jimin for hitting that beautiful face.

"I'm doing good too, Hyung"
He said nonchalantly, while Jimin stared at him in disbelief.

"This is the fourth time I'm bailing you out for assault"
Jimin said with a warning in his tone. Seeing that his attention is divided, I think this is the time where I run off.

Slowly getting sideways, away from the two of them, though Jimin is still holding onto my arm, since his grip is loose than I before, I decided to make a dash out of the station. However the moment my arm almost got out, my body was harshly pulled back and I crashed into the Jungkook guy.

Damn, not just his face but his body is stone cold too.
But his scent is too good.

"Mind getting away?"

That was the second time I heard him speak. And the first time he spoke to me. Rude, but his voice probably holds all the emotions his face betrays to show.

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A/n
Nah. Art isn't the 'perfection' of a character. Rather, I would say she's the most flawled character I've ever written. She's calculative. So much so, she's turned every relationship that exists in her life (which aren't many,you'll know) into a freaking equation.
But by the time she's conscious of this tendency of hers, she finds herself walking  a taut rope that swings between two men, two potential lovers, one, who has everything to offer and other, whose 'gives' equal a near zero.

How long until she realises, she isn't very good at maths?

It's my first attempt writing a genre close to new adult. I plotted this without the perspective of it becoming a fan-fiction😶 but since I can't really figure out how to write it otherwise, it's a fan-fiction...yeah.

Hope you like it
Happy reading : )
Regards,
-todo
P.s I am very very very lathargic about regular updates, please try to bear with me:/