[flufftober day 11, wc: 1.4k] - murder mystery dinner : WWIB
âOH MY GOD!â someone screams, frozen in shock when the body turned over is revealed to be none other than y/n, the host of the whole dinner party. sheâs unmoving, cold, and, wonyoungâor rather, the rising supermodel sarah coulterâgasps, âsheâs been murdered!â
wait, wait, wait. letâs backtrackâhow did we even end up in this situation? well, for starters, itâs basically halloween. maybe 20 days early, but regardless, basically halloween. and since y/n is such a genius (yes, clap all you want), she decided she wanted to host a dinner party involving everyone she talks to. which is a bit much for a dinner party, for someone who claims to not talk to too many people.
cryptic invitations were handed out mysteriously in a number of methods, including but not limited to: slipping it in the inviteeâs locker, having a stranger pass it to the invitee, the invitee magically finding it in their pocket, and probably moreây/n doesnât remember all that info. with the invitation were the details and an assigned role when scanning a qr code, along with a form where you would put your fake name to be addressed by.Â
the location for the dinner party is a decently sized and lavishly-decorated party venue, with a small seating area near a bar top (serving non-alcoholic drinks, of course) and a short corridor leading to a locked dining room. guests arrived in their finest attire befitting of their assigned character, mingled for a bit wondering where y/n was, and when allowed in the mysterious locked area, were struck by horror to see the host herself on the floor and (supposedly) unconscious.
hyunseo makes brisk strides over to the body, her stethoscope shaking around her neck as she moves. as she kneels down on one knee, she presses two fingers against the pulse point on y/nâs neck and pats her face, sneakily glancing at a cue card she pulled out from her pocket a second ago. âblue around the mouth⊠and sheâs super stuff-â she squints at the card, âstiff.âÂ
guests crowd and clamor around the physician, and she looks to them, âit could be poison, it also smells kind of fruity.â
minji side-eyes hanni whoâs about to make some kind of joke, and it shuts her up. âbut who could it be? itâs not like she poisoned herself.â
hanni raises her hand, suddenly poised and in character, âi, farandoliah von siegmeyer, have a statement to make.â
âokay, miss siegmeyer-â
âitâs farandoliah von siegmeyer, thank you, detective boonville!â she interrupts minji valiantly.
the detective replies curtly, âi am not calling you by your full legal name, miss siegmeyer. but do go on.â
everyone watches the heiress intently, curious to hear what she has to say in the midst of this tragedy; an alibi? or an accusation? âi saw eleonora and greg lingering over by the corridor,â hanni points to hyein and rei, or greg and eleonora respectively, whose faces twist into offense, âalso, it wasnât me because i was chatting up detective boonville at the bar.â
hyein adjusts her blazer which is sitting fashionably around her shoulders, her arms not in the sleeves. âthis is extremely disrespectful, miss farandoliah von siegmeyer,â she spits out, âiâll have you know i was just checking the venue out with eleonora.â
âi was only there for five minutes and left, greg was still there after i made a full lap though,â rei adds, taking her sunglasses off and folding them, tucking them into the breast pocket of her own blazer. the ceo turns to the bodyguard angrily, practically fuming. a cue card flies out of her hand and onto the floor, and everyone tries not to look at the fallen item.
âare you claiming that i murdered august!? believe me, i donât even know why her face is blue, apparently because of poison, why would i murder august?â hyein defends herself, âif anything, miss madeline is suspicious because she kept glancing over; i could almost feel her gaze burning into my skin while i was over there.â
the guestsâ attention shifts to jiwon, the librarian, who is wiping the lenses of her specs and then frowns. âi was staring because i saw lysithea going into the room.â
now they whip their heads to haerin, who furrows her brow. minji crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. âwhat were you doing inside the locked room?â
eunchae puts a hand into her pocket and checks a silver pocket watch which was awfully familiar to the observant eyes of danielle who then glares at her. âwhy do you have her watch? what would the bartender have to do with augustâs watch?â
the bartender shrugs, âi took it when i saw her before you guys came in, looked expensive. hey yura, i heard you and lysithea are quite close to august, am i mistaken?â
danielle purses her lips, keeping mum about the situation. haerin looks back at minji, who has been keeping the journalist under her scrutiny. âi was having a conversation with august, and then i came back out. miss hunter,â her eyes flit to danielle briefly, âthen approached me and we exchanged some⊠pleasantries, and she went into the room after me.â
the artistâs mouth opens and closes like a fish, unable to think of something to use as her alibi. she tries to pull her own cue card out, but something else falls from her paint-stained apron pocket, clattering to the floor. itâs a small bottle of a car maintenance product, labeled with a sticker. minji picks it up before she can, and widens her eyes, âmiss hunter, what are you doing with antifreeze?â
âi,â danielle gulps, âi forgot to put it back after i used it on my car before i came here.â
wonyoungâs snooping around y/nâs body, feeling around her pockets and finding two pieces of paper. her touch makes the (well, supposed to be) dead body giggle and then stop abruptly.
(âwony-unnie, stop, iâm ticklish!â y/n whisper-shouts, not opening her eyes. wonyoung grins at her and sticks out her tongue.)
âthereâs two letters on august!â the model stands up, brandishing the papers in her hand, âthey seem to be from yura hunter and lysithea melbme.â
she hands them to minji, who opens one with skepticism. âmy dear love august, it is a joy to attend this dinner party that you host. iâve missed you dearly; weâve both been so busy, our work leaves no time to go on those escapades we had back in college nowadays⊠iâd like to ask if youâd be up to coming with me after dinner, just the two of us. i still love you, and iâd hope youâd feel the same after we met again last weekend. sincerely, lysithea.â
danielle is biting her lip in anger and what seems to be betrayal and hurt. minji opens the other paper and clears her throat, âhey august, i know we just saw each other a few days ago but i missed you. iâll keep it short, but do you want to hang out after this? iâve got something really, really important to tell you. fancy me for a few, yeah? best, yura.â
âyouâve been seeing august?â haerin faces danielle, âi thought you were the one who dumped her all those years ago.â
âwe made up,â danielle grits her teeth, âand i thought you havenât seen each other in years. so that lipstick stain was yours on her collar, wasnât it?â
âthatâs beside my point. look, just because youâre jealous that she loves me and not you, doesnât excuse the fact that you gave her antifreeze!? sheâs dead, yura,â the journalist grabs the artistâs collar in rage, âdead! this goes beyond any revenge. what happened to moving on like a normal person, huh!?â
the artist looks away, ashamed, but quickly sneers at haerin, âso what if i did? i knew i wasnât going to have august. but most of all, i didnât want you to have her, not after you stole her away while we were on a break.â
haerin opens her mouth, only to be stopped by âaugustâ herself, who has sat up in concern. âcongrats on solving the murderâŠ? that escalated really quickly, what the heck.â
everyoneâs characters break, and the chatter starts up again. haerin and danielle exchange a look that y/n canât quite piece together, so she stands up and dusts off her legs and walks up to them. âit was fun watching you two fight over me, you know. also, if you guys could sit down for the actual dinner, that would be great.â
âwe get to eat!?â hanni exclaims and gets a hand slapped over her mouth by minji, âow! what was that for?â
thereâs five on each side, with y/n at one end of the table. she holds a glass of apple cider up, smiling at the mess she orchestrated a couple of minutes ago. âto the murder of august walter!â
âyou still have blue around your lips.â
âshut up, greg.â
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a/n : THAT WAS NOT UNDER 1K IM SORRY but wasn't that so fun lol is this foreshadowing (it's not) (no clickbait)













