Jaeyun's POV
I swore I'd make her win the case. But ironically, I ended up being the biggest loser in this whole fucked-up story.
"Not going to be much use, are you, Sim?" The prosecutor asked, lighting up a cigarette as we walked up the aisle to the courtroom well. Given the victim's status—daughter of the governor, like that ever meant shit—we'd been allowed to sit in the courtroom for a while before the trial started. "Fancy one?" he added, turning to offer me his pack.
"No, I'll be fine."
He chuckled, tucking it into the pocket of his Armani suit. I sighed, walking past him to sit at the plaintiff's table—the one where I was supposed to belong. But that British bastard was right. I was useless, trapped within these four walls. He was the one handling all the dirty work, from pressing charges to delivering the prosecution's submissions, while I was just the handsome prop in the background, there to make sure Shin Yuna's interests were protected.
Protecting her interests—but she smothered me with a pillow when I said no. Protecting her interests—but she tied me up and drugged me so I wouldn't fight back. Protecting her interests—but she touched me in ways I never even let my wife near.
"Kim shelled out money like a bloody cash machine just to get me in," the prosecutor muttered, standing beside me with one hand clamped on my shoulder. I gritted my teeth, cursing under my breath. "He and I have a deal, so do try not to cock it up." Smoke curled from his half-parted lips, the cigarette dangling as he spoke in that goddamn drawl.
His grip tightened.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked it against the table, again and again, until a sickening crack echoed. The cigarette dropped, blood spilling from his lips. I snatched the burnt butt, still glowing faintly, took a drag, and pressed it into his palm. More blood splattered. He clenched his teeth, fighting the scream.
"Kim forgot to tell you what happens to the dogs who stay loyal to him," I snapped, releasing his wrist just as something cracked beneath my fingers "Don't kid yourself. You're dealing with a fucking rapist."
Admitting it out loud sounded like self-betrayal.
"Just... 'cause you're his little whore... doesn't mean... I'll be," the prosecutor snarled, his voice rough, each word scraping its way out.
I felt the weight of the world collapse on my shoulders as I tried to process what he'd just told me, my eyes wide, locked on him. He cast a quick glance at his right hand, hanging limp at his side. His fingers barely twitched, like they didn't belong to him anymore.
"Fuck you." I muttered.
Behind me, the main door opened, and I heard their voices—Kim and Yuna. That's when I finally noticed the clerk, the stenographer, the court officers already in place. But still, no sign of the defendant's lawyer. Or the defendant himself.
"Is everything okay here? Jaeyun, baby?" Yuna asked as she reached us.
The prosecutor licked his lips with a sharp breath, adjusting the cufflink on the wrist I'd just wrecked. For someone who'd been humbled, he sure wore that smug grin with pride. I wiped the blood off the table with my sleeve, blank stare locked in—just like Riki taught me.
"It's all good," I blurted out, watching the prosecutor limp across the well to his seat. "Get everyone in here. Bring Lee and his damn lawyer—we're not starting without them."
"Looks like you're back on track, Sim," Kim said, his voice slick and loaded. "Finally decided to side with us, have you?"
No, I just acted like Riki would have.
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Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake
Romance❝- As they said. Law is reason, free from passion. - As Aristotle said. Even your knowledge is criminally limited.❞
