The car slowed to a stop outside of a little coffee shop. Kyungsoo couldn't stop fiddling with the straps of the camera still around his neck. His eyes refused to look over at the person sitting next to him. He couldn't stop wishing things had turned out different for them. And he hated himself for it. Chanyeol scooted forward to get a better look into the shop. Kyungsoo kept his head down, wishing he was anywhere else.

"Are you sure she's in there?" Jongdae asked, turning around in his seat to look at Chanyeol.

"Yes, I'm positive." Chanyeol nodded. "She said she would come and she would never lie to me. Baekhyun is my best friend and she's like my sister. She's in there."

"Alright," Jongdae sighed and started moving to get up.

"No," Chanyeol grabbed his shoulder. "Only Kyungsoo should go in."

"What? Why?" Sehun protested, turning back to look at Chanyeol, pouting dramatically. "That will ruin our shtick!"

"Because, that was the agreement her and I came to." Chanyeol glanced at Kyungsoo for a moment before looking away and pouting himself. "Besides, it was a dumb shtick anyway."

Kyungsoo sighed and pushed his door open. He was tired of being around those three anyway. He slammed the door shut behind him a little more aggressively than necessary. He started to turn but he stopped when the window rolled down and Chanyeol stuck his head out.

"Just..." He looked down for a moment. "Hear her out, okay?"

Kyungsoo didn't answer. He walked up to the front door and yanked it open. A few people looked over at him, some even seemed to recognize him. It didn't help his mood. He looked around the room, no one in particular standing out to him. But a hand shot into the air, catching his attention. A short woman stood slowly from a table in the corner of the room. Kyungsoo started to walk over to her. She lowered her arm and clutched both of her hands nervously in front of herself. Kyungsoo couldn't help but note that she seemed a little overdressed for a meeting in a coffee shop. She had a dress, an expensive looking necklace, and, Kyungsoo realized as he got closer, even perfume on. But it all contrasted with her undyed, un-styled, and probably even unbrushed hair that was hanging in her face to the point she had to constantly brush it away. She sat back down when Kyungsoo reached the table and he followed suit.

"Hello," She said softly. "I'm sure you know, but I'm Baekhyun's wife."

"And I'm sure you know who I am," Kyungsoo said. "Yes?"

"Yes." Her eyes drifted away from his. "Baekhyun has spoken about you frequently, especially recently."

"Oh, really?" Kyungsoo folded his hands together on top of the table. "What sorts of things does he say?"

Her eyes shot back up. "W-well, he's never really talking to me when he talks about you. I just... overhear things."

"My question stands, what does he say?" Kyungsoo felt a certain sort of anxiety rising in his chest.

"In the past, he would say... less than complimentary things about you, about how you stole something from him. I didn't understand. I always wanted to ask him about it, but I felt like I would overstepping my bounds. Baekhyun is really the sweetest person I've known-" Kyungsoo snorted and she froze instantly, staring at him for several seconds before continuing more weakly. "But, he can be really closed off sometimes. I think he's afraid of being hurt, or that I won't like him once I know all of the bad things he's done, but he's wrong."

Her words drifted off. She looked down at her hands, struggling to find the next words to say. Kyungsoo took his hands off the table. He regretted being so irritable with her. She didn't deserve that. She hadn't done anything to him.

"Recently, Baekhyun hasn't been himself. He's being closed off all the time. He barely even smiles anymore. I asked Chanyeol about it and he told me everything. About you, your past with him, the murders, everything." She made real, true eye contact with Kyungsoo for the first time, determination taking over her face. "He even told me about what you said to Baekhyun that day."

Kyungsoo sighed. "Are you blaming me?"

"No!" She shook her head. "If I had known about this, helped him from the beginning, maybe things would be easier for him. But I didn't know anything about his past. I'm not from Busan, I'd never heard anything about it. His own wife didn't know anything..."

She trailed off again, tears slipping out of her eyes. Kyungsoo clutched the edge of his shirt, he couldn't look at her. A wave of nausea poured over him. He almost wished she had blamed him instead. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, once again facing Kyungsoo with determination.

"But you, you're the key, I know it," She said.

"The key?" Kyungsoo titled his head slightly.

"I know you probably don't think he deserves it, but if you could forgive him, put aside your past, even if it's just a little," She took Kyungsoo's hands in hers. "I know he'll go back to being himself."

Kyungsoo pulled his hands out of hers gently. A strange sort of awakening washing over him. This wasn't going to help him. His mentality, previously shaken, hardened with resolve. He had better things to do than be guilt tripped into forgiving a coward. He had begun to trust too many people recently, it was going to be his ruin.

"If you don't know anything about the murders, our conversation is over." He stood up.

"No please!" She grabbed onto his sleeve. "You can't be that cruel. He's really only after forgiveness!"

"Forgiveness won't change what happened!" Kyungsoo ripped his arm out of her grasp.

"But neither will holding a grudge!" She cried, once again grabbing hold of Kyungsoo, more tightly this time. "He was only a child when he hurt you. And I know he could never kill anyone. Please..."

She looked past Kyungsoo, out the window. He followed her gaze. A car pulled up outside the shop. The front door opened and Baekhyun stepped out. He didn't look well. He pulled out his phone and typed something. His wife's phone buzzed.

"Please," She said again, her voice much softer. "Now, while you have the chance, while you still can, forgive him."

"I... can't." Kyungsoo's voice was barely audible.

Slowly, she let go of him. She straightened up, looking into Kyungsoo's eyes with real true sorrow and disappointment. She picked up her things, shaking slightly. She stepped around him.

"Then you'll be left in torment alone," She said. "I didn't just do this for his sake. If you won't help, then I won't stop working until my husband can rebuild himself. But you, if you keep rejecting people like this... you'll be left alone, broken forever."

She walked out of the shop without looking back. Kyungsoo placed a hand on the table, trying to keep himself upright. He looked out the window. As soon as Baekhyun saw his wife, his face lit up. They wrapped their arms around each other. Suddenly, Kyungsoo felt very cold and the room seemed so large and empty. He watched as the two of them climbed into their car and drove away, paying him absolutely no mind. His resolve turned to mist before his eyes. Kyungsoo barely heard the sound of the door opening, or registered Chanyeol, Sehun, and Jongdae walking up to him. But their voices snapped his mind back down to reality.

"Well?" Jongdae asked, anxiously. "Did she know anything?"

"No," Kyungsoo shook his head unsteadily.

The two brothers sighed, but Chanyeol seemed none too surprised. But he didn't look happy, no doubt because his real goal in having them talk was not achieve either. Chanyeol shook his head a little in an attempt to refocus himself.

"It's too bad but we've got another lead," Chanyeol said.

"What is it?" Kyungsoo asked.

"Minseok has been arrested."