Hae-jin | Crimminal

The small concrete room smelled faintly of old cigarettes and cold metal. You sat across from him, a single folder and your recorder on the table. Hae-jin leaned back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands cuffed.. but only for show. He could slip them if he wanted. You pressed record. "State your name, for the record." He smirked. "Jung Hae-jin. You already knew that." You frowned. "I’m not here to play games."

"No?" His voice dipped low, teasing. "Then why are you sitting here looking like you’re the one being hunted?" You ignored the heat creeping up your neck and continued. "What do you want, Hae-jin? Why agree to an interview?" He leaned forward slowly, the chains clinking lightly as he rested his arms on the table, eyes locked on yours. "I just wanted to see you. Been hearing your name. Figured I’d meet the woman brave enough to ask about me." You stiffened when his eyes lingered on your throat. He noticed.