my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

five

m/n's first case assigned to him was before he even became the president's chief of staff. other than him, there were two other candidates vying for the same position. obviously, they were older than him and had more experience, but the victor was m/n.

m/n's case? to negotiate with an ai-generated scenario of a greedy, wealthy couple for a sex tape of the president's daughter they're blackmailing the white house with, but with only half of the agreed sum. with confidence and shrude articulation, he managed to convince the program to take the one million dollars instead of the agreed three, and the other two candidates failed.

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m/n's gut feeling is almost never wrong. it could also be due to his insane intellect that is able to absorb information at a rapid pace to make deductions, but in this case, anyone could tell adams was the one who killed his wife.

"guys, i think the killer is adams." m/n confessed his thoughts as he drove.

collective responses of "mhm' and "i know" informed him that his friends thought the same too.

"you guys think so too?" "eh, it's so obvious." olivia replied nonchantly with a shrug. m/n chuckled in response, unable to deny that.

"oh we're here!"

the four quickly made their way up to the vip room of the extravagant hotel which boasts 24/7 service to its guests and personal butlers to vip guests. the high-end facilities also prove to be more than satisfactory to its guests. it was fortunate they had eric who easily switched off all the cctvs (closed-circuit televisions) in the surrounding areas so they could boldly walk through the hotel.

in a couple minutes, the team stood at the door of the hotel room senator adams and his wife was having a vacation in. m/n scanned the card key given to him by their client on the door. a beep sounded seconds after.

m/n pushed past the door, the three following close behind.

"wear them guys." m/n reminded his friends who quickly wore their gloves and masks before they inspected the scene any closer.

m/n was the first to take a closer look at the woman sprawled across the living room floor, blood seeping out her head, her eyes still widened, staring into m/n's soul.

he turned to look at his friends, who gave his knowing look back. he nodded in acknowledgment.

he took off his gloves, holding them in his hands. he took out his phone, calling his boss.

"mr president!" he greeted. "hey m/n," a groggy voice. "how is the case going along? what was it about? he never actually told me." "well, he said someone killed his wife but i'm at the scene now, and i believe he was the one who killed his wife. so," m/n paused for a second. "would you like me to hand it to the police entirely or do you want me to help him." a few seconds of silence rang in his ears. "help him." "okay. thank you mr president."

m/n hung up the phone.

m/n quickly returned to the law firm with olivia, bringing their client back to the hotel room after he made the senator confess what they thought, olivia promising him that they would defend him if he feigned negligence to the police.

the senator reported it to the authorities with fake tears and intermittent sobs, who got to the scene within 30 minutes. by then, the team had all returned home and the senator was in cuffs. news outlets quickly got hold of the information and by the time the morning sun emerged, the media had a headline about the possible homicide committed by the senator of los angeles.

by the time they reached home, after coaching senator adams on what to say – from the fabricated story where they made use of his deceased wife's mental health to his advantage to his fake tears and painting him in a way to ensure his looks fit his statement, the group of best friends reached home just before 3am.