The four of you sat awkwardly at the table.
He was pissed. Really pissed.
Your face scrunched up, maybe you should of left him to carry on living under that bridge. Of course, you didn't regret bringing him here, but he clearly regretted coming.
"So..." His brother spoke, "where do we start?"
"We don't."
He spoke sharply, Saeran jumped as though his twin's words were going to cut him. You glared at him, you stare as sharp as his tone.
"Well, what do you expect!" He stood up, letting the wooden chair be punished for his anger. You looked at the girl on the other side of the table, who braced herself for his rant.
"There's me and Saeran who are on the run from the police,"
"The spoilt kid who's on the run from his boss!"
"His unstable cousin and her dog!" He continued, causing Rika to huff in response.
"A barista and some girl who's dreamed up some alternate universe, all trying to solve the murder of some photographer who died seven years ago!"
"Well!" He glared round the table. No one looked at him. No one looked at anyone else. No one said anything.
"What do you expect!"
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Fanfiction"To family he was a sweet innocent boy; to friends he was trustworthy and kind; to teachers he was smart, an aspiring photographer and determined. Therefore it was unclear why on the 3rd of November, 16 year old Jihyun Kim was found dead on the side...
