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180. Choi Minki Mafia AU

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· you narrowed your eyes at the case file in front of you before glancing up at the chief of police

· "no way in hell am I taking this case," you snapped, pushing the case file back towards the officer, who groaned

· "look, (y/l/n), this is the first charge we've gotten on ren in years," he snapped, rifling through the file, "this is our chance to lock up one of the most powerful members of the 101."

· "yeah, and I work for the legal system, Choi," you replied as you folded your arms across your chest, "meaning, I'm not going to do anything illegal."

· "it wouldn't be illegal," Choi, the head of police, made a face, "and besides, you wouldn't get caught. the judge is in on it."

· you frowned, "I'm not falsifying evidence." you got up, buttoning the middle button of your suit jacket

· as you collected your briefcase, heading out of Choi's office, you paused at the door

· "Choi, this is crossing the line," you said bluntly, "you've come real close before, but I'm not letting you get away with this."

· Choi Minjun, head of the police department, had always been involved in shady business, and you had always been aware of it as a prosecutor for the government

· but Choi had called you in, asking you to make up evidence to throw Ren, a high member of the 101, into jail, and you'd had enough

· you flagged down a taxi, getting in the backseat as you mused over what had happened

· suddenly, an idea occurred to you

· you dug through your briefcase, finding the report that choi had given you

· you punched the number on the top in carefully, slightly wary of what might happened

· "This is Ren, who's calling?"

· you cleared your throat, surprised that he'd picked up before the first ring

· "I'm an... informant. I may have something of value to you."

· The two of you made arrangements to meet for dinner, and you gestured for your taxi to turn around, heading downtown instead

· and that was how you found yourself sitting across from Ren in one of the most expensive restaurants in town, feeling a bit in awe at the sheer handsomeness present

· "So," Ren began, a small smirk making its way across his face, "when you introduced yourself as 'an informant', I wasn't expecting one of the most powerful lawyers in town to show up."

· You smiled, taking a slow sip of wine, "I live to surprise, I suppose."

· the two of you made small talk for a bit, waiting for the food to arrive so that you knew you wouldn't be disrupted by the waitress

· "So," Ren gestured towards you, "whaddya got?"

· You smiled, reaching into your briefcase and pulling out the thick file on Choi Minki, alias Ren

· "they're hauling you in tomorrow morning for tax evasion," you said easily, flipping through the file

· across from you, Ren tensed, eyes trained on the file

· "and they asked me to prosecute the case," you explained

· "I don't have any operations that would, ah, fall under the citizen tax bracket, though," Ren said shamelessly with a shrug