"...Did she kill him?"

"No, Chenle did." Jisung replied, tearing his guilty and sympathetic eyes from the CCTV footage and leaning his head back on the chair.

There was a rapid knock on the door as he tilted his head towards it.

"Come in." Jisung called out, confused as to who would come to his office like computer room.

The door opened, a slightly distraught and desperate brunette girl, small in height yet incredibly cute locked eyes with him.

"Hi, I'm Haewon- I really need your help."

Seowoo was kneeling on the ground still, gasping cries and the sound of it was incredibly heart aching.

She hadn't cried properly in months, months of her façade she tried to convince everyone with.

Her head was lowered down as her shoulders shook, flinching slightly at the sudden feeling of fingers taking out the earpiece from her ear to stop everyone from hearing her at her most vulnerable.

The line of her cries was cut off- thankfully giving her some privacy.

Chenle was crouched in front of her, not that she could see from the block of her tear stained palms as she hiccuped on her sorrowful sobs.

He was still for a moment, the sound of her crying making him look away from the sheer amount that he oddly sympathised with her- perhaps he had a slight glimmer of care for her?

No, not that.

He let out a small sigh, looking back at the girl as her pain relayed through the air and struck him head on in the chest.

Pushing his urge to retreat and leave her to deal with her emotions himself and remove himself from the situation as he always did- instead he debated with himself.

He looked from the dead body he had shot for her to the girl.

The sound of her scream rang behind her ears, the sound of car engines revving and bullets spraying was replaying torturously in her mind.

Chenle placed a knee to rest on the floor as his hand outstretched around her to place on her shoulder- bringing her into his stiff embrace.

The single action had her crying harder, no one had hugged her as she cried since Jeongmin.

He was awkward no doubt, her forhead resting against his collarbone- her fingers gripping the cold material of his jacket- the warmth of his body emitting onto her.

She sniffled, a whimper falling from her lips.

"I miss him." Voice full of emotion, cracking into a whisper.

"I miss her." Chenle admitted with tears shining in his angry eyes.

"I don't care."

"I know."

He spoke, his voice oddly understanding and quieter- his palm running slowly and stiffly down her smooth, silky hair.

Her fist gripped harder onto his jacket, the rigid edges of the zipper line denting into her palm.

Chenle let her cry, not speaking as his chin rested on top of her head.

Despite all of their arguments and snarky remarks, the two of them shared something so deep in common that they couldn't help but feel exact what the other was feeling.

Even the strongest of people break.

Wow Chenle this is how I raised you, see you can be nice smh