Good or Bad is momentum; which is merely the changing of time, and the times indeed change, making truth rearrange which position it’s in, and whose eyes see which side.

There is a couple of "whose", at the center of things that come to be known as two sides. They represent the two-fold law of nature that many identify with, or don’t. Too many times, something happens or doesn’t, and someone looks upon that something with favourable agreement, or unfavorable apprehension.

That something was never the subject at hand, which would make things more easy to understand. It happens to be, the eyes that can see through two sets of lenses. Rose colored lenses see glasses half full. Or half empty.

The usage of the word ‘good’ in such ways seems very unclear and misleading. It sets up a polarity in people’s minds which otherwise does not exist. Something is either useful or not towards attaining a desired end. It is effective and harmonious or not. But good, everything, is subjective to a degree. Subjective to perspective.

"I don't understand you, Y/n. Even if I consider that Anhyun had a relationship with Bumjoon–which wouldn't be surprising–and has given a shirt to him, there is no relation of that to the apparent Song Taeju having our fingerprints." Soobin interrupted my chain of thoughts. Otherwise quite logical, his statement had a rather irrational end.

"That has. Song Taeju works as a liaison between the three victims and the culprit. Look, there's only one calculation that isn't matching. And that's the death time of Yohan. What time did Beomgyu say?"

"9:40." Replied the oldest.

"That's the wrong timing. The actual timing is what Yuki said, 6-7 in the morning. We reached at 8:10 there. And that death happened not much earlier. That's why Song Taeju was still around. He didn't know about the death since it wasn't in the news." I presented my views and waited for Soobin to reply. In the initial state, he stared at me, as if trying to correlate his unsaid opinions with my expressed ones.

He sank into his bean bag, sucking on the satanic flavoured lollipop. I don't understand how a person could ever like Lemon mint together. It just feels so sick! Was lime flavour that bad?

"Mhm... Well said. Now that I think, you might actually be correct. The press arrived almost half an hour after we had. If the death had been reported at 9:40, I expect a hassle when we had reached. It should have been a long time already,"

"But Beomgyu wouldn't be lying to us. What would he gain from that?" Yeonjun stopped Soobin to lodge another rational question. That was the mess in the calculation.

"That's the mess in the calculation. Beomgyu isn't lying. Beomgyu is telling what he was told. Beomgyu told what his father, Uncle Bogum conveyed to him." Soobin answered.

"Or, he told that which was told to Uncle Bogum. There's no substantial proof that Uncle Bogum was in the crime scene. And when he was, he only stood outside and had a bunch of civil servants around. There are too many witnesses to prove him innocent." I joined Soobin, putting forward another doubt in the calculation.

If Bogum had to lie, he wouldn't have told his son. He knows his son well. He knows both Soobin and Yeonjun, and me. He knows that if anything said to Beomgyu–interesting to me–would reach my ears. Why would he lie?

And again considering that he plotted it, wouldn't he have made sure that I couldn't enter? What source may have ended the wrong information to have been proposed?

"I would have been surprised if the mayor kills any of the three. Because Bumjoon is absolutely unnecessary. Anhyun isn't related to him. But Yohan, he funds the mayor." Yeonjun spoke.

"Yes, that's true. But consider us two, we're partner. If either party had cheated or betrayed, I think it would be fair enough to assume that the betrayed on would take their anger off." I was taken aback a little when I found Soobin's rough hands grasp around my wrist. I had already felt the essence of him on my skin earlier on the road but this while, I felt slightly triggered.

If what he meant was that he had doubts regarding me, I suppose that I could have gone my way myself.

"I understand that. And I'm speaking with that in my mind. It would be a bigger doubt. Yohan has to be the one that had the last contact with Anhyun's body. Also, he's the only one–asides Junghoon–whose fingerprints were found on her skin and not her clothes."

"Yohan's hands were on her body?" Soobin gazed at Yeonjun with a set of baffled eyes. I wouldn't blame him. I would have also been equally flabbergasted if I hadn't heard a live performance of explicit moaning on the CCTV.

The two brothers started talking of extreme possibilities explaining why his fingerprints could have been on her body. The casual discussion changed to an erratic argument of "political analysis". I moved away from the pair and stared outside the window.

Dongchun was at the eastern end of the city and an ignominious neighborhood. People feared the area as much as they feared being executed. The place was once a home to military men who needed care, a safe house.

Soobin's home was one such safe house. But I had insecurities about it actually being a safe place. The mafias and gangsters–what our entertainment industry represents as–aren't quite alike. They aren't as handsome, neither are they as vividly understandable and suited.

They dress casually like normal citizens but terrorise their area. Dongchun was under the drug dealer Mun Jong-il. Everyone knew about him but even the police feared them. Fear of life would be an understatement. They feared that if they reported, they wouldn't have a person to bribe them luxuries.

For young teens, women and children; this place could be a nightmare to tour even in the day.

The sun had started going down painting the falling evening sky a palette of some divine orange and imperial blue sheds. The ombre of the sky always held a special place in my tiny, throbbing heart.

I still remember when the disaster occurred and all that I saw was my mum pushing her children away to that office of her, away from everyone's eyes.

I was so young. Jimin was so helpless. I wish... I was older and could had stopped that devastation from striking our lives.

"Look, you are going to stop arguing with me! I'm older!" Yeonjun voiced his dominance over the taller guy. Soobin was taller. Even I was taller than Jimin. But these older siblings always find a way to make things their way even if they're wrong.

"I am not arguing!" The younger protested against the unjustified allegations.

"Ah! Both of you, shut up. You both have the same point and that's also justified." Although I frantically raised my voice, almost yelling at them, I was enjoying their commotion.

"Why do you think it's justified?" Yeonjun interrogated me with his sharp, fox like eyes, pouring straight into my soul.

"It's true, that's why. Anhyun had slept with Yohan before the said suicide." I answered.

"Huh? How'd you know that?" Soobin's eyes diverted towards me, "What other evidence do you have?"

"Do you have something where we can connect my phone and have a larger screen for better view? That day, after the car crash, I thought my phone's glass cover hadn't cracked. But it has. And the evidence is almost blurry. It'll be hard to see."

Soobin looked around the room for a c-clip to connect the newer version of my phone. Neither of the brothers had changed his phone in the last 6 years. And Yeonjun's one was actually second handed. All of their chargers were b-clip. Guess we can't connect it today.

"Yeah, found one!" A huge mess had emerged in their compact room, making it harder to walk around. The floor was a turmoil of omnishambles. A stack of old books had fallen off their rack when Soobin chased for the clip. Their vase on the study table could have fallen any minute had Yeonjun not caught it. And the bed was already in rumbles.

But that bean bag stayed unmoved, exactly where it was. The only suffering it survived was when Soobin yeet out half of his backpack on it and then again shove everything inside.

Thankfully the c-clip was found or I wouldn't have seen a man fight over a cable as much as he had.

"Atleast you did." I laughed, moving through the mess and connecting it to their TV in the drawing room. The boys followed me to the comparatively set room.

"Hey Y/n, we could have connected your phone on Bluetooth too." Yeonjun pointed out as he switched the TV on.

"We could have but my connectivity is troubling. I think I did somehow break a little of the circuit. I have to change the phone." I turned around, clicking on the play button but immediately pausing it the second after it had stopped.

"What?"

"Disclaimer, the video contains several inappropriate content including intensely erotic moaning and gore depiction of torture through sounds. If anything triggers, please watch at your own risk." I answered.

"Are you kidding us?" I hadn't thought of Soobin laughing at anything I say. Although I was being serious but that smile on his bunny face made me blurt out an affirmative response. I again hadn't hoped to not be scolded but he proved me wrong, laughing once again.

"Fine, play it. We'll be okay." I shrugged my shoulders and followed his instructions, playing the video and sitting down between them. The couches crouched inwards as I launched my body on them, jerking them off their comfort zones.

The video started and the serenity of the poryphyrous corridor remained undisturbed for quite long. The speakers produced a clicking sound of flatly pointed heels. I noted the time of appearance this time. Sharp 9 in the morning. Our classes don't start then.

A blurry figure of a tall and lean man, lighted our vision in translucency, and walked around outside Anhyun's room.

Soobin squinted his eyes to focus on the grey-white face that tried to escape the scene, and was struck aback.

"Is that Yunhua?" Soobin questioned, still staring with eyes squeezed so tight that they may disappear in his face. I nodded in agreement.

The figures started leaving and Anhyun closed the door again. The corridor was left empty, open, without anybody. We waited for the video to progress and again spotted a lucid silhouette, which anyone could immediately recognise to be the Dean but the man he came along wasn't registered in my head until I saw Yohan.

"Pause it!" I immediately paused and turned to face Yeonjun who was calculating the dots of the video.

"Yohan?"

"Hmm. Now watch it well. There's still one face I couldn't recognise."

A minute long wait and the doors reopened with Anhyun wearing the same dress as she had worn when her carcass was found. The Dean left as she welcomed Yohan in.

I prepared my ears for the disaster and had it hardly been some seconds when moans echoed in the corridor, followed by shrieks and cries. The footage was pornographic and I watched Soobin cringing at those noise while Yeonjun stayed unmoved.

The doors opened in less than 10 minutes and the figure exited. Wreckedly marked, Anhyun closed the door, looking like a beautiful mess.

"Okay, now she gets killed. The video will have one face coming. Soobin have my phone. You're more swift. Pause at it." Saying so, I handed the phone to him and waited for the clashing sounds of metal sheets and resisting yells that had been recorded in the fused camera's operating mic.

"Could you understand?" The video ended and I saw Soobin scrutinizing the face. He chose to remain silent for a while and stared outside their window, making me impatient.

"Y/n-ah, it's 7:56 pm now. I think, I should drop you off. Too late is too risky for you to be around."

"But what about the face? Did you recognise?"

"I said, you should leave."

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Hey Rosairises!!
A late chapter, I'm sorry.

Today's chapter is dedicated to roseflorets because I haven't read her books in a while and will do that too.

She's an amazing writer. Do check her out sometime too!

And I think this book will be no longer than 30 chapters. So hold on, we're just on 11.

Kay Bye~