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Y/N

I sit at the defendant's table, stomach churning. The courtroom is packed-reporters shouting outside, cameras flashing as they try to get a glimpse of Jeon's trial- shouting over each other like starving wolves.

This is it.

This is the first day in my entire career that I don't want to fight for any case.But here I am. Standing up for Jeon. A criminal known as a don-a mafia boss who everyone already knows what he really is... yet today? Today, I have to prove that he's innocent.

That he's some kind of saint.

My hands tremble, i pass the files-the ones full of lies and carefully constructed alibis meant only one thing: To make sure this monster walks free again after everything else done so far already too late anyway...

Disgust coils inside like poison. But what choice do I have? None left now apparently either way...

So when his name gets called out officially from judge bench itself today?That moment comes when there's no going back anymore either really...

Because whether likes it or not? This case has already been decided long before stepping foot into this building..

Nobody wins here except him-Not even justice itself ever could win against this man as history tells.

But worst part isn't even having present him right now as those cold eyes watching every move made from across room...

I stare down at my hands, the weight of this case pressing like a physical force.

No one knows what he did to me.

And they never will. Because if I speak up now-if I dare expose even an inch of the truth-it's over. So silence is the only option left now..

My eyes sting. My own values of ethics and morality feels like a joke...

Even today my own colleagues cast disapproving glances my way as if I've suddenly become some kind of criminal myself. Like i'm already guilty just by association with him.

This black coat feels heavy on my shoulders like a Shame.

That's what it is. A pure fucking shame crawling under skin. Trash-a disgrace, like I don't deserve to wear this black coat...

I sit there, fingers trembling against the table- The courtroom is buzzing with whispers as the judge flips through my false paperwork, I have submitted...

I feel sick. I have no preparation at all... just this overwhelming urge to crawl under a hole and disappear forever.But I can't-not when Jeon sits right behind me like some kind of silent executioner waiting for one wrong move from his prey...

I look back.

Our eyes meet.

His gaze sharp, warning in those dark depths: One mistake and you're dead.

I grit my teeth. He sits there like some noble businessman-white three-piece suit crisp-polished. I turn my gaze back to the papers. And these documents? They claim he's never committed a crime. Not even killed a mosquito...

A web of lies.

No traces of crimes, no history of criminal records whatsoever- nothing but an upstanding citizen.

It doesn't make sense. If he has this much control over the law and the judicial system-having connections to manipulate the law and the system in his favor... If everything he can bought with money anyway-then why is he even here? Why he going through all this drama?

Why put himself in this risky situation?

I lean back- exhale.

Maybe it's just another power play among rival gangs... some stupid turf war or ego clash between shitty criminals.

"My lord-" The opposing lawyer Elon, stands up "Mr. Jeon has forcefully acquired 150 factories and 540 companies in the past year-by force and killing people!"

"Objection, My l-lord" I stammer, bitter taste in my mouth "M-My client Mr. Jeon is just a businessman like others. Those factories and companies were voluntarily given to him by their owners."

God, it feels like drowning in bullshit lies.

"Oh really? How?" Elon scoffs "Like the owners came to him one day and gave their everything away willingly?" He smirks, leaning forward. "Is that what happened, lawyer y/n?"

"Lawyer Y/N-" The judge, Mr. Kin, chimes- disappointment evident on his face- "Your statement sounds invalid if there's no crossover, It appears unsubstantiated if there's no evidence of transfer. You must prove this claim."his voice colder than I've ever heard.

I stare down- my heart racing- How on earth am i going to prove this, when I have no solid evidence? I have no documents given by them.

Elon snorts "My lord, she cannot prove this because these statements are absolute LIES" he states, submitting some documents to the authorities "These papers are the real valid proofs, They show Mr. Jeon's so-called business activities across the country-involving illegal activities such as drugs, prostitution, illegal drugs, weapons, and even illegal underground clubs for human trafficking and much more."

The judge, Mr. Kin, examines the papers carefully.

Elon turns to me, mocking in his eyes "Want to hear more?"

I grit my teeth.

He smirks, turn to the judge "My lord, The documents also show illegal gambling, money laundering, racketeering, and bribery of government officials." He turns to me "And that's just the tip of the iceberg, isn't it y/n?"

My palms sweat.

Feeling sick.

Elon gives more papers to the bench authority. "And not only that, but the profits are substantial. Every single day, billions of dollars flowing in from these operations. And the best part? All the evidence you see here... is only a tiny fraction of what Mr. Jeon is truly involved in."Elon steps forward and hands over more papers to the authorities. "These are the actual valid papers from the company owners who have reported how Mr. Jeon's men took everything from them using force and guns."

I remain frozen in place. My throat tightens, the weight of Elon's evidence sinks in-real documents from company owners.

Elon bows "That's all, my lord."

I gulp- I can feel sharp burning gaze on my shoulders. From Him.

Elon turns to me, face full of smugness "What now? Still wanna play pretend?"

I swallow and turn to the judge "My lord, those papers could be fake"

Elon scoffs "Exactly just like your papers, huh?"

God, I'm in a tight spot. If he proves I submitted fake reports, my career will be over, i could lose my license. No- fuck-

I gulp- "My lord, m-my client is a renowned businessman, He has too many rivals, who could have plotted this all against him."

The judge looks at me firmly "Proof, y/n! -I need solid, undeniable proof!"

My heart sinks, feel sick to my stomach "I...I have proof"

"Then show it to the court, y/n" Elon mocks "Maybe this time it will be the REAL papers."

I turn- hands trembling, i hold up the documents they gave me last night-all corrupted and falsified. My heart races-I lift my gaze and meet with his dark eyes. His jaw clenches.

My heart pounds wild.

I turn to the judge's bench "These are the validation papers of Mr. Jeon's business, the tax files, and all the information about proving his work"

The authorities take them from me without question- My pulse roars in my ears. Their gaze flicks between Elon's damning evidence versus mine?

Elon leans slightly "Why are you trembling, y/n?" his voice low. Mocking.Chill running down my spine.

I look at him, his smirk smug.

"What do you mean?" I ask

He grins "Where's the strong, non-negotiable lawyer y/n, huh?" tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you lose your spine right after getting hired by Jeon?"

My blood boils-he is smirking. He had never won a case against me before, and now he's mocking me as if I'm some kind of loser.

I've never felt this insecure in my entire life. And it's all because of that Jeon.

THUD- THUD- Judge Kin-slams the gavel down, removing his glasses and sigh "Y/n," he begins, voice stern. "Your papers are still lacking crucial information. They lack substantial claims and are unable to ground themselves effectively."

My heart sinks-

"However" the judge continues "they do fulfill a few criterias, so I'm granting you a day to prepare more solid proof and valid copies. Till then, the court is adjourned, until the next session."

Thud.

I exhale-

"Good luck, y/n" Elon smirks and leave.

I remain frozen - the judge and authorities leaving.

Idk what will happen next day.

I turn-my heart skip-

He's still sitting there- face unreadable, Gaze fixed on me.

His men stands behind like statues.

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