this one idea i had for a while

the part where şımarık tells him what happened.

Right, she did say that.

"I-"

"You fucking know, don't you?" she finally spits out, leaning in further. "You know what happened. Justice probably told you."

"Wha-"

"So you're not asking because you already know," she says, voice growing shakier as she goes on. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

His heart starts thumping violently against his chest, and the flight instinct takes over him to pull his leg off of the landmine - he slightly shifts back from her on the couch with his hands. "I-I don't-"

And the landmine explodes.

In a flash, her hand shoots out again for the collar of his - or, her - hoodie this time, effectively pinning him down on the couch. He finds his face half-buried under her hair, with her furious expression hovering over him. His own hair strands, still damp from the rain, poke at his eyes uncomfortably. "Don't you fucking lie to me, Nankör, I'm not dumb."

His breathing picks up the pace as he looks up at her, dumbfounded. It takes him a moment to recognize the situation he is now in - staring at the butcher's knife helplessly. "Şımarık, wait-"

"Tell me, you know, right?" she grits her teeth again, pushing him down further. He hisses at the feeling of her knuckles digging into his skin through the fabric. His hand instinctively goes up to grab at her wrist, trying to push it away with the slightest bit of force.

"I-I don't," he answers, trying to push her hand away. The force gets heavier as she pushes down more - but it doesn't seem to be enough, so she presses her knee down on the inside of his thigh, making him hiss in pain again. "I said, don't lie to me."

"I'm really not lying!" he yells, trying to pull his leg out from under her knee. The friction of the struggle burn at his skin, making it a lot more painful for him. "Fuck, it hurts, Şımarık-"

"Then why are you not asking?!" she yells back, shaking him by the collar this time. "Anyone would ask but you're not!"

Desperate, he tries to interject. "I just thought-"

"You know, I have been thinking about you for a while," she cuts him off, venom enlaced in her voice, ignoring his whining. "You act so indifferent and so unbothered by everything, even now I am in my cute fucking pajamas and I don't see any change of expression on you, at all! Not like other men would... Maybe glance away, maybe even look more if they're brave..."

He looks up at her with a confused frown, barely managing to interrupt. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

She ignores him again. "And I thought, maybe he knows. Maybe this fucker knows and that's why..."

"Know what?!"

She huffs, pressing him down harder. "Why don't you tell me? Huh? All that you know?"

He winces. ''I don't know anything, please-''

She hums harshly in complaint, sharpening her glare. ''You're a decent liar, but I'm not a fucking idiot.'' The pain from her knee turns more into a sizzle from her lack of movement, and he sighs in relief slightly, gaining back his focus. ''I'm not lying... Please, just-''

''Bullshit-!''

''I'm not! Can you please just tell me what this is about?!'' he yells, begs, voice strained from how hard she's pressing on his chest.

''You know that I was raped! That's why you're so fucking stand-offish!'' she finally accuses loudly, tightening her hold on the fabric in her hands.