❌NOT EDITED❌
"If you love me let me know."
"If you love me let me go."
"You loved him. Didn't you?"
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"Stop talking in past."
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The entire city of Daegu is tumulted by an infamous, refractory group of delinquents who popularly went by the name 'Fac...
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The windowless courtroom was armored. Bright white walls reflected a thin glint of light looming in from somewhere out of everyone's sight of the naked eyes. The Hackers set their foot in that sombre, intolerably hot and stuffy and abdominaly numerous room. They weren't unfamiliar to this place, for during faceless delinquents's ongoing trial, they have been there to be witnesses. But yet, this day felt a little different. One of the janitors, who seemed to have joined the works only recently took all people to the gallery, finding them their seats.
The Hackers's lawyer flashed a smile at them, and went on with her own work.
"Can we really trust her, hyung?" Isn't she the one who handled faceless delinquents's case and made them end up in the lockup, earning them an indictment for illegal practices?" Jimin felt incredulous.
"But she also tackled the case of Mr. Kim and made him end up to where he belongs, the guardhouse," Hoseok helped to mitigate Jimin's skepticism.
"She's the one who was involved with Mr. Kim's case?"
"Yes, why?"
"I need to have some talk with her. Is that allowed?"
"Uhm I'm not very sure. You can ask her yourself."
"How much time is left till our listening begins?"
"One and a half hour."
"I'll be right back," Jimin got off of his seat, to catch up with the dull wavy haired, besuited woman.
"Excuse me, may I talk to you for a moment?"
The lady, without turning her eyes away from the files pronounced a humdrum "hmm."
"Thank you."
"Follow me to the waiting room, it's not in use for these hours," with one insipid nod, she made Jimin follow her to one of the rooms she talked about.
"Say, whatever you have to. I'm all ears," she crossed her arms, pulling out a chair for her client.
"Take the seat."
"No, thank you," Jimin murmured.
"Mhmm okay, I'll seat on it then," she said and laid her back against the cross rails.
"You might begin. I'm not waiting for anyone or anything."
A deep sigh fell out of Jimin's lips.
"I present this to you."
"What is this?" The woman took the thing from Jimin's hands, and surveyed with an impassive mien.
"A wristband," Jimin began picking on his nails, out of trepidation.
"Of course I'm not blind, I can see that. I meant to say why do you want to present this thing to the court?"
"M- ma'am, it's the wristband of Jungkook, who- who passed away a month ago. And he's- uh- he was I mean, he was directly related to Taehyung's case. I think you remember Taehyung?"
