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The courtroom was already kind of loud when Lee Minho walked in.
People were talking, papers were shuffling, and it just felt busy. But Minho didn’t look at anyone. He just walked straight to his seat, put his stuff down, and started reading like nothing else mattered.
“Hey,” another lawyer whispered to him, “are you really taking this case? That guy’s basically guilty already.”
Minho didn’t even look up. “Then they should prove it properly.”
The lawyer just blinked, a little confused, and leaned back.
Then the big doors opened again.
Everyone looked.
Han walked in with two officers, but he didn’t look scared at all. He looked… bored. Like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Wow,” Han said, looking around, “this place is kinda fancy.”
“ Keep walking,” one of the officers said.
Han rolled his eyes a little—but then he stopped looking around.
He saw Minho.
“…oh,” he said quietly.
Minho looked up at the same time.
They stared at each other for a second.
Han smirked.
Minho just looked away like he didn’t care.
“Sit down,” the judge said loudly.
Everyone got quiet.
Minho stood up. “Lee Minho, defense.”
Han blinked. “Wait, you’re defending me?” he whispered.
Minho didn’t answer him.
The prosecutor stood next. “Han Jisung is charged with fraud, theft, and other crimes. The evidence clearly shows he’s guilty.”
Han leaned a little toward Minho. “That sounds bad,” he whispered.
Minho spoke quietly, not even looking at him. “If you keep talking, you’ll make it worse.”
Han smiled a little. “You’re kinda scary.”
“Order,” the judge said.
The prosecutor started talking more, going through all the details. It sounded really serious. Some people in the room nodded like they already believed it.
Han just leaned back in his chair like he didn’t care at all.
Minho, though, was listening to everything.
When it was his turn, he stood up slowly.
“Your Honor,” he said, “some of this doesn’t make sense.”
The prosecutor frowned. “Excuse me?”
“The timeline is off,” Minho said. “There are missing parts.”
People in the room started whispering again.
Han looked at him, a bit more interested now.
Minho kept talking, pointing out mistakes and small things no one else noticed. He sounded calm, but also really sure of himself.
Han watched him the whole time.
“…okay,” he muttered, “he’s actually good.”
After a while, the judge called for a break.
Everyone started talking again.
Han stood up and stretched. “That was cool,” he said to Minho.
Minho picked up his papers. “I’m just doing my job.”
Han stepped a little closer. “You don’t even know if I did it.”
Minho finally looked at him. “I don’t need to.”
Han laughed a little, but it wasn’t as playful now. “That’s kinda harsh.”
“You’re not exactly innocent,” Minho said.
Han tilted his head. “You sound really sure.”
“I am.”
There was a short silence.
Then Han leaned in just a tiny bit. “What if you’re wrong?”
Minho didn’t move. “Then prove it.”
Before Han could say anything else, the officers called him back.
“Alright, alright,” Han said, walking away.
But before he left, he looked back at Minho again.
This time, his smile was different.
Minho noticed—but didn’t say anything.
Still, something about this case felt… strange now.
And maybe, just a little bit interesting.