I hoped I had managed to shove the first meeting with group 3 in the same set, but it would’ve been even longer than it already it is. It’s sorta boring… I don’t know. And I don’t like set:/ Anyway, here it is…:)
NARRATOR POV
Detecive Shin couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Here comes another one." he thought, examinating the tall guy entering the office. He looked rather drowsy and sloppy, almost stumbling across his own feet. “Annyoung haseyo hyeongsa-nim.” The guy bowed politely. Dectective Shin slowly nodded and pointed the chair in front of him for the boy to sit. “Yah, hagksen. You got something on your neck…” he said. In Jung quickly lifted his hand and put his fingers to his neck, but the detective was already leaning on him to examin it. He narrowed his eyes scanning In Jung’s alabaster skin. Before the guy could do a thing the detective whiped the sticky trace form his neck with his thumb and then rubbed it with his index. As it instantly gave off a fruity scent, he smirked. “I guess this lipgloss does not belong to you, Mr Baek In Jung. Right?”
IN JUNG’S POV
What was he, some frigging bloodhound? I looked down at my lap without saying a word, just shaking my head lightly, only to raise it right away. I didn’t want give off a guilty-like feeling. Geez, what does it even matter to him if I was with a girl before? I looked at the detective as he sat down in front of me, whiping his fingers on his pants. “So, Mr Baek, I see here that you like… Well, enjoying yourself right?” I barely managed to keep myself from rolling my eyes. Here we go again.. “What do you mean, hyeongsa-nim?” I asked innocently. He looked at me with a blank face for a few seconds, then reached for a file on his desk, that flipped through some papers. “Ok, let’s see what we got here…” he glanced at a sheet. “Student A, claimed to have had sexual relationships with you for about a couple of months now, while even Students B and C gad asserted to have met you respectively in the school back yard and in the school library utility room once or twice just in the last two weeks…” He looked up at me with a falsely questioning look. I was appalled by what he just read out. Student A, B, C? What the hell? I clenched my fist under the desk. I strongly doubted that any of the girls I’ve made out or did anythig else with would’ve talked to him about it. I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off by speaking himself. “Are you aware of the fact that Mr Woo’s total inflexibility about morals and code of behaviour does not play as something in your favour?" I just stared at him, startled. What was that suppose to mean? Did he possibly…Know?
Thinking about what happened back then, I felt the usual urge to cover my face with my hands. Roughly six months ago. I was in the empty classroom with a noona. It was lunch time, but she had come looking for me. I remembered I was starved and tried to convince her to postpone the whole thing, but the basically pinned me to the floor. It had been about ten minutes that we were together when I heard footsteps out in the hallway. I immediately removed myself from top of her and helped her get up. As the sound of somebody walking toward the class became closer I frenetically looked around the classroom and eventually led the girl to squat behind some lockers containing art classes tools. She held her breath and buried her head in her knees. I barely managed to tidy myself up when the class door suddenly opened. It was Mr Woo. I remember him looking at me with a puzzled face and then started questioning me about the reason I was there alone while everybody was in the canteen. I made up the best excuse I could, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. He didn’t seem to buy the lies I was making up. He waked past me and started pacing around the class. There must have been somebody up there that loved me so because suddenly we heard someone calling Mr Woo’s name out loud. He glared at me once again, the he just pierced the lockers with his eyes and me again, the left slamming the door.
I shook the thoughts out of my head. Detective Shin couldn’t possibly know that. And how the hell did he mange to get those “testimonies”? I tried to keep calm. “Hyengsa-nim.” He still had that hateful smirk of his face. I wonder how Hee Ji manged to go through the interrogatory. Ok, let’s not even think about it now. I glare at him. “Who gave you those? Who are you even talking about?” His smirk grew bigger on his irritating face. “No need to ask. Just… You know the word flies. In the hallway, for instance.” He leaned over the desk and eyed me up and down grinning. “Girls seems to like talking about you, Mr Baek.” My jaw dropped from the astonishment. “You… You have been… Eavesdropping on girls talk?” I felt like cringing. What kind of friggin person is he? “Is that even legal?” I blurted out raising my voice. “Don’t act all highty and mighty, hagksen. We both know you’re not a little angel are you?” “What? What does that even have to do with this? It’s disgusting!” The detective busted out in a laugh. “Ah ah, look who’s talking. So funny.” I started trembling from anger, my fist clenched so tight that my hands hurt. I wasn’t the best guy and I knew that, though I couldn’t help getting shivers across my back at the thought of him following the girls down the hallway, while taking notes and smirking exactly like he was doing then. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. “…You byeontae.” The words just slipped from my lips. I expected him to get mad at me at least. He just paused for a mere second to start laughing again, louder. “You’re calling me a perv, kid? You’re the one fooling around the school all week. You should get treated for this, seriously. You’r pretty much the disgusting one. And portentially a murderer.” He spit out that sentences and the crossed his arms behind his head with a satisfied expression. I didn’t feel like shouting anymore. I didn’t fell like clinching my fists anymore, nor like looking at his face. Honestly, I just felt like start crying. Yeah, you bloody b*astard, you hit a weak spot. I hate myself. I was pretty much disgusted at myself for my actions, though I kept doing that. I was a useless piece of trash. I knew that myself. So why every time somebody threw that at my face I’d feel so shattered?
I kicked an empty can that somebody had dropped in the grass. I turned and climbed up the bleachers in front of the outdoor basket court ad sat down. A quite strong wind was blowing, which made me shiver. I buried my hands in my blazers pockets and face in my knees. I felt nauseous. “Looks like sombody’s hiding, huh?” I heard a voice say. Hee Ji…? I lifted my head and there she was, standing a few bleachers down, arm crossed and a brow raised. “Sorta.” I managed to crack up a smile. “When did you get here? I haven’t heard you.” “Don’t asked. She blinked, then she gracefully covered the distance between us. At times I couldn’t believe she was the same person that beat up girls/guys twice her size… She reached the spot I was sitting on with a jump and landed with a stomp, causing a blast of her scent to give off. I felt a dull pain in my stomach as she sat next to me. She stared at the deserted basket court, grabbing the bleacher seat and rocking back and forth. “Just finished the interrogatory, right?” she asked without looking at me. “Uh.” I mumbled peeking at her dainty profile. “How did you know?” “Saw you getting into the jerk’s office.” I giggled at what she just said. I was right to think that she'd have hated the guy. “In Jung-ah” she said out of the blue. I turned completely to look at her, my chest almost bursted as I realized how close her face was to mine. “Did you even notice you have a friggin big hickey on the side of your neck?” she grinned. I quickly put my hand to my neck, cursing internally. Why did he have to come out now? I looked down at my feet and mumbled, Hee Ji laughing hard. “Omo, I can just imagine how the detective must have been pleased to see that…” Other laughs. I cringed a bit, when suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulder. I somehow kept myself from shaking. She turned me to herself, then slapped my hand away from the side of my neck. “Aish, I told it was the damn pheromones, buddy. She wanted your blood.” Looked like she found that extremely hilarious. She grabbed her bag and started rummaging in it, until she took a band-aid out of it. Before I could to a thing she pulled down my uniform collar, remove the film from the band-aid and stuck it to my neck. She then patted it to secure it, causing some sort of shake to run trough my all body from the tip of her fingers. I swallowed hard and managed to smile again. “Gomawo.” I said. She raised a brow. “You’re so naive it sickens me, chincha.” She punched my arm lighly, grabbed her bag and turned. “Jal-ja, dummy.” I could tell she was smiling even from the back of her. I put my hand to the side of my neck. The spot where she stuck the band-aid, where her fingers brushed against my skin, it stung. Yeah, I managed to keep her out of the interrogation. I thought somebody would’ve rat me out and tell the detective how I felt about her… That thought horrified me. I sighted, cocking my head to the side and following her with my eyes.
Ok, this is pretty boring I know T_T I didn’t mean to en it like a honeyed description of In Jung lovesickness… Just wanted to clear out that Hee Ji’s not a monster, she actually in his friend. More or less. Well, it’s hard to tell with Hee Ji… (Omg, why do I keep talking about her like she’s real person O.o).
I didn’t add the part where he’s supposed to find himself framed. Sorry, I’ll do it in the next set. It’s super late now and I have to go to bed>.<
