Migraine

chapter one

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"I really don't... I don't want to do this!..Please..p-please don't make me do it. I beg you. " y/n said, her hands shaking on the gun, vision blurred by the approaching police lights.

"It's the only chance we've got y/n! The only chance you've got!! You- you have to do it!!" he screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Please! Wait! Don't!" was all she could say before a deafening sound stilled everything including her heart.

    The bullet went through straight and clean. She watched as the life left his eyes.
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   When a person is taken in by the special forces without a warrant they would usually freak out and breakdown due to the pressure the investigators and detectives put up.

   But not for me, no.

   I sit back on the chair in the investigation room waiting for someone to barge in and play good cop-bad cop but i get the feeling they won't do that cuz' they know that it won't work with me. I look at the black window in front of me and smile waving my hand at those stupid fuckers who actually think that I don't know they're there. As I predicted a worn-out man, probably in his 40s with proeminent eye bags and disheveled hair from pulling on it so much comes slamming the door open and throws a file on the table in front of me, some pictures managing to come out. Before I stop myself, my eyes come in contact with the person in the picture.
Seeing him after so long makes my perfectly trained smile falter, but I quickly regain my posture.

"You look awful." At that he scoffs.

"Leave the witty remarks for later young lady." he says hovering above me. " Now...I know it's a stupid question to ask but you know...protocol and all that shit, so...do you know this man?"
Looking again at the picture in front of me makes my hands tremble, so I hide them under the table.

"Park Jimin?" I say gritting my teeth, leaning towards the picture. "Of course I don't know him. Why the hell would I know a wanted criminal like him?"
The man starts laughing loud before his mouth turns into a straight line.

"Okay then, let's say you don't know him. But then...what's this ?" he says pulling out a gun and placing it on the table, a breath catching in my throat.

"A gun?" I answer trying to calm my racing heart.

"Did anyone tell you that your eyes give you away?"

I can't help a smile spreading on my face at his remark.

"What do you actually want detective.... Lee Chung-Ho, 'm I right?" he nods observing me closely." You actually seem like a just person so...why don't you skip the courtesy talk and tell me what you've been waiting to ask since I've been brought here?!" I raise my voice, tilting my head.

The detective sighs "That's your gun. With your fingerprints on it." I raise my eyebrow at his statement.

"Let's play your way then."

Like a little child I start clapping my hands and adjusting myself on the seat, my smile growing bigger this time, only our breaths can be heard and the detective's silent tries to figure out how to question me.

"Ask the damn question!" I yell at him punching the table, my face serious now, the bright smile from earlier dissapearing instantly.

"Did you kill Park Jimin?"

"Now detective... isn't it better? So, now that you got that off your chest...can I tell you a story?"

"How about I tell you how exactly I got in this mess?"