inspired by : @yanffrog on tiktok

Heeseung sat rigidly at the defense table, his expression devoid of emotion as he listened to the prosecutor paint his client as a monster. The courtroom was suffocatingly silent, save for the impassioned voice of the opposing counsel. But when his turn came, Heeseung stood with calculated ease, his voice steady, sharp, and merciless. He needs the money for his father's treatment.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he began, eyes scanning their faces without a trace of empathy. "The prosecution would have you believe that my client is beyond redemption, that he is nothing more than a mindless killer. But tell me, is it not the duty of the law to judge with fairness rather than emotion? Where is the irrefutable proof that my client acted with intent? Have we not seen countless cases where the accused was merely a victim of circumstance?" He leaned forward, voice dropping into something almost cruel. "Justice is not about satisfying the thirst for vengeance. It is about facts. And the fact is—" he turned to the jury with a slight smirk, "—there is more than enough doubt to set this man free."

From the gallery, you trembled, hands clasped tightly in your lap. Tears blurred your vision, but you couldn’t look away. This was Heeseung—your Heeseung—your ex, so cold, so ruthless. The man who had once whispered promises of forever into your ear now stood before you, defending the man who had stolen your child from you. Your child. And he didn’t even know. The pain of it crushed you, but Heeseung’s gaze never wavered. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t falter. Because for him, this was just another case. Another win. Another paycheck. But deeper in his heart he still loves you.