Tired... he was just so tired. Kyungsoo had not done much in the way of keeping track of the days after he got out of jail. They all seemed to blend together. Kyungsoo fell asleep only when he body refused to stay awake any longer. He never gave himself a moment of rest. Winter had slipped by with so little snow Kyungsoo had paid the cold little mind. But now it was all taking a toll on him.

"Three more people," Kyungsoo mumbled to himself as his eyes refused to stay open. "Then I can begin to put the pieces together."

His body gave out and he drifted to sleep. It was by no means restful, red colored dreams filed his head, but it was still sleep.

Sunlight speckled Kyungsoo's eyelids as they slid open slowly. He breathed in sharply, jolting up. He was lying on his kitchen floor, still considerably wet from the rain. He couldn't remember coming home or falling asleep. But he could remember his conversation with Minseok vividly. He looked down at his hand and the business card it was still clutching.

Kim Sehun - SHOWTIME Studios

XXX-XXX-XXX

[email protected]

Kyungsoo turned the card over in his hands a few times. He was surprised Sehun had found himself a job at such a large studio. Kyungsoo had always thought of Jongdae as the smarter and more business savvy of the two. But he was by no means an expert on the matter. Kyungsoo pushed himself up slowly off the floor and headed for his bedroom. He figured if he was to meet a real live business man, he should dress for the occasion... and probably shower.

The Principals sons, Kyungsoo had never really concerned himself with them. Sehun was part of the "popular" crowd, somewhat associating himself with Baekhyun and the like. It was obvious to anyone they were just using him for his connection. He stuck around with them anyway. But his older brother, Jongdae, was even more anti-social and standoffish than Kyungsoo had ever been. In that way, Kyungsoo empathized with him. Kyungsoo didn't really have anything against them. Still, he granted them no more trust or expectations than the others he had spoken to. They were all threats in his eyes until proven otherwise.

Kyungsoo stepped off the bus. Crowds of people strolled past as he stared up at the building before him. He hadn't really considered how he was going to get in. He rubbed his eyes and let a long sigh slip through his lips. This could very easily end badly if he wasn't careful. Slowly, he made his way up the steps and pushed open the glass doors.

The lobby was completely empty. Kyungsoo's shoes squeaked as he walked across the flawless tile floor. The whole place was meant to look modern. Everything was made from simple shapes and dull colors. There was no plant life to be seen. The receptionist didn't look up from her computer as Kyungsoo approached. He could see twitter reflected in the pane of glass behind her.

Kyungsoo cleared his throat. "Excuse me."

"Ah!" She jumped, looking rather startled. "Oh, hello. I'm sorry, can I help you with something?"

"Is there any chance I could speak with Kim Sehun?" Kyungsoo asked, trying to sound as polite and nonchalant as possible.

"I'll, uh, give him a call, hang on." She picked up the phone next to computer.

As the two of them waited in silence, she scanned him up and down, a curious look on her face. His vaguely familiar face no doubt bothering her. Then it clicked, and she straightened up slightly. Her eyes darted around the room, maybe looking for an alley. There was no one but the two of them. Kyungsoo wished he could calm her nerves but he knew nothing he could say would change her mind that he was dangerous.

"C-can I get a n-name, please?" She stuttered, not making eye contact.

"Oh, um." He hesitated for a moment. "It's Do Kyungsoo."

She could only lightly nod, the name no doubt confirming her fear. Kyungsoo started to worry she would call security. Finally, the other line answered. Both Kyungsoo and the receptionist sighed.

"Uh, yes." She fiddled with the cord as she spoke, still a little on edge. "There's a Mr. Do Kyungsoo here to see you."

There was a long pause. The receptionist pursed her lips, glancing at the receiver.

"Hm? Really? A-alright." She hung up the phone and looked at Kyungsoo. "You can go on up. It's the fifth floor, room 407."

"Thank you." Kyungsoo bowed slightly and walked towards the elevator.

He was happy the interaction was over. Still, he could feel her eyes on him as he stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, she avoided his gaze. The elevator hummed as it carried him up. Kyungsoo closed his eyes, taking the few seconds alone to collect his thoughts. Soon there would be another story jumbling around in his head. He needed to be as clear minded as possible to process and remember it correctly. He must remember every detail they tell him. He must remember. The elevator stopped and let out a ding as the doors pulled opened.

Kyungsoo stepped into the thin hallway. He glanced around at the room numbers. He spotted 407 and started towards it. Before he could even reach it, the door swung open. A tall man stepped out carrying a briefcase. He had a grim expression. He didn't even glance at Kyungsoo as he rushed past him. Kyungsoo continued forward slowly. He peered into the office. A younger man sat in the desk chair, his eyes downcast. For a few moments he didn't notice Kyungsoo's presence. Then, as Kyungsoo stepped into the doorway, he looked up. Their eyes met and for a few moments they just stared at each other. The man parted his lips like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent.

"Sehun?" Kyungsoo broke the silence.

"Oh, uh, yes." Sehun straightened up.

"Like the receptionist told you, my name is Kyungsoo." Kyungsoo said, stepping further into the room. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course," Sehun said. "How could I forget?"

Sehun eyed Kyungsoo suspiciously. He didn't seem afraid, but he wasn't friendly either. Kyungsoo closed the door and walked over to the desk. He gestured to a chair as if to ask permission to sit. Sehun nodded and Kyungsoo sat down.

"I'm going to get straight to the point," Kyungsoo said. "I didn't kill anyone."

"What?" Sehun titled his head. "Are you serious?"

"I know, it's hard to believe." Kyungsoo scooted forward in his chair. "But I didn't. I would never kill my friends. Please, I need your help. All you have to do is tell me what you remember from that day."

Sehun pursed his lips and remained silent for several seconds. His expression slowly softened, and he sighed.

"You got something to write with?" He asked with a subtle smirk.

Kyungsoo furrowed his brow. "Why would I need that?"

"Y'know," Sehun shrugged, obviously beginning to relax. "To remember what I'm saying."

"I can remember." Even as the words left his mouth, Kyungsoo found himself doubting them.

Sehun snorted. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a notepad and pen. He plopped them down on the desk in front of Kyungsoo. The notepad had a surprisingly tacky pattern of flowers for a rich guy to have. Kyungsoo picked them up hesitantly. He sighed. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing to keep a record. He flipped to an empty page and clicked the pen.

Sehun laughed. "It kinda feels like I'm being interviewed for the news."

"Is this fun to you?" Kyungsoo asked, irritation unmistakable in his voice.

"Oh, uh." Sehun shifted around in his chair. "Sorry."

"Then go ahead," Kyungsoo started writing.

Another late day of working for their father, another afternoon lost sitting in his office. Sehun didn't mind so much, he liked messing with the trinkets on their father's desk. Or maybe he just liked being in their father's presence. But Jongdae was less content to sit and do nothing. He roamed the far edges of the room, glancing at the clock every few seconds.

"Jongdae," Their father eventually broke the silence. "If you're so bored, why don't you and Sehun walk around the school? It's distracting having you pacing around like that."

"I wouldn't be bored if you just let us go home," Jongdae stopped walking.

"I can't let you walk home alone," Their father said. "It's not safe. So, just try to entertain yourselves, okay?"

"We aren't children," Genuine hurt was creeping into Jongdae's voice.

Sehun looked between the two of them, unhappy with the situation. "I'd rather stay here if you don't mind,"

Jongdae walked over to Sehun and pulled him out of the chair. "Come on, Sehun. We're being annoying, right?"

Jongdae didn't wait for their father to answer, he marched out, Sehun in tow. He continued to drag Sehun around in a huff, refusing to let him go. Sehun protested multiple times but he went unheard. This was far too normal for him. He hated seeing his family fight, but he could never make them stop. It left a pit in his chest that only seemed to grow with every fight.

Eventually Jongdae cooled off enough to let Sehun go. They started to joke around and lighten up the mood. It was fun being at school after hours. It was almost totally empty. Some students had a habit of staying after hours but the school was large enough to easily avoid anyone. So, it was as if the two brothers had the world to themselves. They messed around with each other and talked about classmates free of fear. Sehun decided it was worth losing a little bit of time sitting in silence with their father to have fun with his older brother.

They wound up just about as far from their father's office as they could get. A strange sound pierced the air. They both froze, going silent.

"What was that?" Sehun asked.

"A... gunshot?" Jongdae mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. "That was a gunshot!"

"Are you-" Sehun's words were cut off by the sound going off twice more.

They looked at each other. Slowly, the situation began to dawn on them. Jongdae was quicker to react. He took off towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Sehun ran after him. "Jongdae!"

"I don't know for sure where it came from," Jongdae called back. "It might- it might have come from..."

He didn't need to finish his thought, Sehun understood. He ran even faster, passing his brother. Sehun's heart pounded in his ears horrible scenarios played in his head. Sehun could see himself standing next to his brother, watching as their father was laid to rest with their mother. They would be alone.

He reached the office first, for a moment, he hesitated. He was utterly terrified of what might be on the other side of the door. Jongdae pushed past him and flung the door open. The room was empty.

"Father?" Sehun called, looking around. "Where is he?"

Jongdae clenched his fists. "He must have already left."

"What? He wouldn't go without us." Sehun said.

"Come on," Jongdae turned. "It's not safe, we need to get out of here."

Sehun wanted to argue, but he was terrified. He followed his brother back down the stairs. They ran out the closet emergency exit. The two of them made their way around to the front of the building. Sehun felt like his legs were going to give out. Four students stood in the parking lot. Baekhyun was there. He looked petrified. As the two of them approached, sirens wailed in the distance. Sehun grabbed Jongdae's arm, trying to remain upright.

"Where is he?" Sehun whispered. "He's not here."

Jongdae didn't say anything. The police pulled into the parking lot. They got out and started talking to the other students. Sehun and Jongdae stood a little ways away, watching.

"Jongdae," Sehun was trembling, but his brother looked angry.

The front doors flew open. Their father stepped out. He looked around and made eye contact with his sons. Sehun felt a wave of relief. Their father headed over to one of the police officers.

"Where was he?" Jongdae mumbled.

Sehun didn't care, as long as he was alright.

Sehun shrugged. "That's about it."

"Thank you," Kyungsoo said.

"Yeah, no problem." Sehun leaned back. "Is that all?"

"No," Kyungsoo closed the notebook.

Sehun raised his eyebrows. He seemed a little more on edge.

"Hm?" He sat up again.

"Where's your brother?" Kyungsoo asked.

"Oh," Sehun laughed. "Come here."

He stood and walked over to a door almost hidden by some bookshelves. Kyungsoo followed him. He opened the door into what Kyungsoo assumed was a little conference room. The lights were all off. On top of the large table in the middle of the room was a strange mass. It shifted as the light from the door poured into the room.

"Mmg," It groaned. "Sehun, just give me a few more minutes. Then I'll be out of your hair, hm?"

"Get up," Sehun walked over and gave the mass a shove. "There's someone to see you."

A messy haired man popped up out of the mass of blankets. He squinted at Kyungsoo for a few seconds.

"What? Who?" He started untangling himself.

"Your brother is even more unrecognizable than you were," Kyungsoo smiled a little.

"People change, I guess." Sehun smirked. "But Jongdae hasn't really changed all that much."

"Are you talking smack?" Jongdae slid off the table.

Sehun chuckled. It seemed that Jongdae was doing considerably worse than his brother in terms of money. He was dressed pretty shabbily. He looked Kyungsoo up and down, trying to process him.

"My name is Do Kyungsoo," Kyungsoo said. "Do you remember-"

"Oh, I remember." Jongdae cut him off, his whole demeanor changing the instant Kyungsoo said his name. "You're the kid who got falsely accused of murder."

"Falsely?" Sehun stared at his brother.

"Right?" Jongdae didn't look at Sehun.

"Yeah," Kyungsoo nodded slowly.

Jongdae's story was nearly identical to Sehun's. They only differed in their portal of their father. It seemed Jongdae practically hated him. Kyungsoo watched him carefully as he spoke, writing down only the differences in their stories. When Jongdae finished he scooted forward in the chair he was sitting in.

"But that's not really what's important." He said.

Kyungsoo continued to look down at the notebook, finishing up his thoughts. "What do you mean?"

"I know who the killer is."

Kyungsoo's eyes snapped up, but the rest of him remained frozen.

"What?" He said slowly.

"Jongdae-" Sehun sounded upset.

"Drop it, Sehun!" Jongdae sighed and looked into Kyungsoo's eyes with determination. "The killer is our father. I'm sure of it."