Mr. Choi's eyes narrowed at Y/N, his tone sharp as he snapped at her. "Is this how you should talk to elders?" Y/N felt a surge of annoyance but kept her expression neutral, silently rolling her eyes in response.

"I just asked what is true," she thought, the words unspoken but clear in her mind. She could see the tension in Mr. Choi's face as he sighed and she quickly murmured an apology.

"I am letting this slide this time only because you are one of the best students of the university. Don't expect it next time," Mr. Choi's voice held a warning tone as he spoke. Y/N nodded, acknowledging his words with a slight tilt of her head.

"You can go now," he dismissed her, and she bowed respectfully before turning to leave. She couldn't help but clench her jaw in frustration, feeling the weight of the reprimand even as she walked away.

She twisted the knob, opening the door to be met with two guys standing before her. "What are you two doing here?" she asked, trying to hide the frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

"Waiting for you, of course," Jimin answered smoothly, a small smile playing on his lips. However, Taehyung remained still like a statue, his eyes piercing into hers with intensity, as if throwing daggers at her.

Y/N decided to steer the conversation away from the tension with Taehyung and inquired, "Oh, where are Beomgyu and Yuna?" She hoped focusing on her friends might alleviate the current atmosphere.

"The officers called her for questioning, and Beomgyu went to accompany her, so we came to accompany you." Jimin explained, smiled warmly at her, trying to ease the tension.

"I don't need anyone to accompany me," Y/N murmured, her independence shining through. Taehyung couldn't help but scoff, his irritability evident in his body language.

"Yeah, of course. Why does a killer need a company?" Taehyung's words cut through the air, his tone laced with suspicion and accusation.

"What do you mean killer? Do you think I am the killer?" Y/N's voice held a mix of shock and indignation at the insinuation.

"I didn't at first. But I doubt it now. You are acting weird these days. As if you want to find the killer, god knows what you are actually up to," Taehyung muttered the last part, his tone filled with uncertainty. Y/N scoffed in disbelief at the accusation, feeling a mixture of hurt and frustration.

"Ah, really? I don't know what made you say that. But you should mind what you are saying. I am actually trying to find the killer," Y/N retorted, her voice tinged with determination and a hint of hurt.

"Oh? Alright. Then answer this, the ones who died were not even someone you are close with. Then why are you so into finding the killer or whatever you are telling?" Taehyung's voice rose as he challenged her, his frustration evident in his tone.

"You know what? Yeah, I am the killer. And YOU are my next target," Y/N declared boldly, poking Taehyung's chest with a finger, her eyes filled with defiance.

"Woah, woah. Will you two stop fighting now?" Jimin interjected, stepping in between them and gently pushing them to each side, attempting to diffuse the escalating tension.

They both glared at each other, their faces inches apart, the animosity and intensity palpable in the charged atmosphere that surrounded them.

"I don't need any company. I know how to take care of myself. And, Don't. Follow. Me," Y/N asserted firmly to Jimin, her tone unwavering as she turned around and stomped away, leaving a trail of finality in her wake.

"Y/N, wait..." Jimin's voice trailed off as she continued on, disregarding any attempts to stop her.

"Let her be, Jimin. Why should we care? SHE IS NO ONE TO US ANYWAY," Taehyung's voice echoed behind her, the words stabbing at her more deeply than she cared to admit. Tears glistened in her eyes as she hurried to her room.

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As they sat in the investigation room, Namjoon, glanced at Yuna who was seated across from him. The room was stark, with bare white walls and a large table cluttered with case files and evidence. Namjoon's eyes locked onto Yuna, his seriousness apparent as he delved into the crucial question.

"Can you recognize him if you see him again?" Namjoon inquired, his gaze steady and focused.

"Yeah, I think so," Yuna replied, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

Namjoon then displayed the CCTV visuals, presenting Yuna with a series of images capturing the suspect's face. Yuna's eyes darted across the screen, studying the features with intensity. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she couldn't contain her excitement any longer.

"Yes, it's him!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair, her conviction evident in her voice.

Namjoon regarded her, seeking further confirmation. "Are you sure?" he pressed, his tone filled with both caution and hope.

"Yeah, I am sure," Yuna affirmed firmly, her confidence unwavering. With this identification, their investigation would be propelled forward, bringing them closer to uncovering the truth behind the case.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Yuna," Namjoon expressed, his voice filled with gratitude. Pausing for a moment, he hesitated before continuing, "And... do you know Miss Y/N?"

Yuna nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "Yes, she is my friend."

Namjoon reached into his pocket, retrieving an envelope. He handed it to Yuna and said, "Can you give this to her?"

"Um, sure," Yuna replied, curious about the contents of the envelope but not pressing further.

"Thank you," Namjoon said sincerely, appreciation evident in his eyes. With that, Yuna accepted the envelope, before leaving the room.

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Y/N stood near the window, her gaze fixed on the twinkling stars dotting the night sky. Thoughts swirled in her mind like a tempest, the doubt and confusion sparked by Taehyung's suspicions plaguing her every consideration.

"I never thought he would doubt me. Argh, why am I even thinking about it? It's not like he is someone to me. Or is he?" Y/N sighed, frustration and uncertainty washing over her. Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss those thoughts, reminding herself to focus on the task at hand.

Suddenly, she heard the door creak open, its sound breaking the silence that enveloped the room. She turned around, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes, anticipating the sight of a certain someone.

"Hey," Yuna said, her voice gentle but laced with curiosity.

"Oh, it's you," Y/N responded, her disappointment palpable in her tone.

"Wait, you were expecting someone else. Omo, who is it? Let me guess, Taehyung ssi?" Yuna teased playfully.

"Shut up and just- don't talk about him," Y/N retorted, her frustration and exasperation seeping through her words.

Yuna raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oooh, someone is angry. Did you guys fight?" she prodded, unable to resist stirring the pot.

Y/N's glare intensified, a mixture of annoyance and sadness shining in her eyes, but she refrained from uttering a word, unwilling to delve into the complexities of her tangled emotions.

"Ok, understood. Anyway, here," Yuna said, handing the envelope to Y/N.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N took the envelope, her fingers delicately tracing its edges. "What's this?" she pondered aloud.

"How am I supposed to know? Officer Kim told me to give it to you," Yuna replied, her voice tinged with a hint of nonchalance. "Let me go and take a quick shower," she added, already making her way towards the bathroom.

Y/N's gaze lingered on the envelope, contemplating its contents as Yuna disappeared. With a mixture of intrigue and trepidation, she carefully opened the envelope, her curiosity intensifying as she discovered a card nestled inside. It looks like a business card, sleek and professional, with a phone number printed on it. Intrigued, she turned the card over, only to find something handwritten on the back.

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Miss Y/N,

                  From your behavior earlier, I understood you know something about the killer, and I know you are hiding it from us. All I want to tell you is to stay away from it, but I don't know if you will listen to me. The number is my personal number. Just in case, if anything goes wrong, call me.

~Namjoon.

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A/N

I hope you are enjoying the story. If you did, then don't forget to vote.

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I feel sad that Tae fought with her. We can pray that it will be over soon.

What do you think about this chapter?

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Q) What is your biggest dream?

Mine is to attend a BTS concert.