False Accusations [Incomplete]
Title: False Accusations
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: romance
Rating: PG15?
Summary: Yoochun stumbles across his new neighbor badly hurt and drowning in his own bathtub. He manages to save him, but is accused of assaulting the man and breaking into his apartment. How can he prove his innocense when the man's only memory is a blurry image of Yoochun's face?
“Park Yoochun. Aged 22 years.” The man scanned the rest of the document briefly before tossing the manila folder and its contents carelessly onto the cold metal table between them. “It says here that you just moved back from America.” He bored into the man across from him with pensive eyes, his features set into a perpetual frown.
“Almost two weeks ago.”
“When exactly did you move into the apartment?”
“A day after I arrived.”
“And you didn’t know anyone who lived in the building prior to moving in there?”
“Only my roommate.”
“According to previous statements you’ve made, you claim to have found the victim after passing by his room on your way to work. Where do you work Mr. Park?”
“A toy store at the Namdaemun Market. My roommate was able to get me a temporary job there.”
“We have already spoken to the owner of the store. He says you were supposed to be there at 9:00 am, but according to you, you found the victim in his apartment between 9:00 and 9:15. To be on time for work you would have had to have left at least 30 minutes before that. Are you often late Mr. Park?” There was a brief pause.
“No.”
“Why were you running late that day?”
“I slept in, my alarm clock wasn’t working.” Beside the young man his lawyer shifted, looking as if he wanted to interrupt, but had decided against it. The interrogator ignored him.
“Shouldn’t your roommate have woken you up?”
“He leaves for work around 5:30 every day. He’s… never home… when I wake up.”
“So you were running almost an hour late, with no one in the apartment to verify you were actually there?” This time the young man hesitated.
“Yes-”
“You have no evidence to prove my client is lying, his alibi is perfectly plausible. Besides you know he has no motive. His record is clean and he just moved here. He has no reason to attack anyone.” The lawyer interrupted, obviously unhappy with the direction this was going, but the man had other questions he needed to clear up anyway. He nodded without taking his eyes off of the young man.
“When you found the victim in his apartment, did you see anyone else?”
“No.”
“You have said that you did not know the victim before hand, why did you enter his apartment?”
“The door looked like it had been forced open. I was worried someone might have broken in. I didn’t even know anyone was still there.”
“You had never seen him before that?”
“No.”
“Where was the victim when you found him?”
“In the bath tub.”
“According to the witness, she found you kneeling over the victim while he was still unconscious.”
“I was trying to get him to wake up! Listen you have to believe me, I didn’t do anything to him! I didn’t even know he lived in the same building!” The young man seemed frantic now and his lawyer leaned forward, ready to intervene.
“The witness is a young girl. She was probably frightened. She could have easily misunderstood what she was seeing.” The lawyer had a point of course, but the interrogator had more then one argument.
“All the evidence we found at the crime scene points to you. Your fingerprints were all over his clothes and parts of his bathroom. We even found traces of your DNA around his mouth-”
“I gave him CPR! He was drowning!” The lawyer put his hand on the young man’s shoulder.
“You don’t need to say anything else Mr. Park.” The lawyer was watching the interrogator tensely. He knew that one wrong word could destroy his chances of winning this case.
“The victim has already identified you from a line-up Mr. Park.”
“I was the first person he saw when he woke up. He was probably unconscious the whole time and never saw his attacker-”
“My client has nothing further-” The lawyer tried to stop the young man from speaking but could not get his words out fast enough.
“I’ve never hurt anyone in my life! I saved his life!”
“For the moment it may be just my opinion but if you hadn’t been there he wouldn’t have needed saving.”
“No further questions. My client-”
“I did not rape him!” The interrogator smiled, if it could really be called a smile, one side of his mouth pulling up infinitesimally.
“We will be getting those DNA test results back tomorrow. I hope you’re not lying Mr. Park.”
~~
The little boy skipped down the hall, “flying” his paper airplane and making ‘wooshing’ noises for sound effects. He spun around in circles, getting himself dizzy and coming to a stop in front of his neighbors door. Still making his wooshing noises, he tilted his head a little to the side. The door was wide open, the room inside a mess. Following his airplane he skipped a few steps inside, looking around curiously. He glanced at the closed door to the bathroom and stopped, watching a slow stream of water flow out from under the door and seep into the carpet. He turned then and skipped back to the door, wanting to share his interesting discovery.
“Noonah! Noonah! Come look at this.” The girl looked up from adjusting her high school uniform. Her brother was holding his paper plane at his side, the one she’d made him, and gesturing with his other hand to their neighbor’s open door. She frowned.
“Don’t go into other peoples’ houses Sungjoon. Come back here.” Her brother shook his head.
“Noonah come look! There’s water coming from the bathroom.” The girl frowned even more. Water? She walked up to her brother shaking her head.
“What are you talking about Sungjoon? Come on, we’re leaving soon.”
“No!” Sungjoon refused to move as she tried to grab his arms and pull him away from the door. He pouted at her, unhappy that she wasn’t listening to him. The girl sighed.
“Alright, where’s the water?” The brother turned and pointed. Sure enough water was still leaking under the door. The girl looked around suddenly. Something wasn’t right. Things thrown everywhere…the marks on the door…
“Sungjoon wait at the door, ok?” He nodded while she slowly approached the closed bathroom door. She could hear the water flowing from a tap inside. She reached for the doorknob and hesitated, suddenly nervous. Grabbing the doorknob she turned and pushed it open. Her eyes grew wide and she stepped back involuntarily.
“What…what are you…?” A young man looked up at her from the floor where he was leaning over the body of her neighbor. Both men were covered in water from the overflowing bathtub, but her neighbor was either dead or unconscious. The man looked surprised to see her, then his eyes suddenly widened as she started to back away from him in fear.
“Wait…he needed help, I didn’t…” He started to stand up, reaching out to her, but the girl had already turned and was running from the apartment. Grabbing her brother she dashed down the hall and knocked frantically on the first door she came to.
In the bathroom the young man stood up shakily. Oh no. She thought… A cough caught his attention and he looked down just as the unconscious man’s eyes opened. The man continued to cough, spitting out water he’d swallowed as he turned onto his side.
“Are you-?” The young man didn’t get to finish his question as someone suddenly grabbed him and pulled him roughly from the room, pushing him onto the couch.
“Don’t you dare move or I’ll punch your lights out you sick bastard.”