# 97 𝓙eon 𝓙ungkook

_ The auditorium of the law faculty of the UN (National University) maintained an old smell, of books and above all of ambition.

Students in the 2nd and 3rd cycles had this course mandatory, so some were just now seeing each other.

It was a matter of minutes after the first day's entrance that Jeon Jungkook arrived. The moment he walked in, most people looked up. His demeanor was simple: a black jacket, a file under his arm, and a striking reputation. He was the son of Prosecutor Jeon.

He headed to the back to find a seat, but at the same time, he saw you. There you were. Alone, as always, in your seat, with no one else around, wearing a gray hoodie and headphones even though class was about to start.

"You weren't taking notes, you were just staring out the window, as if you wished you were anywhere but there, until your last name was whispered over. "

Jungkook gripped the files he was holding when he heard that last name, his knuckles turned white. Why? Because it had been ten years, ten years since that being's father had snatched his dad away from him, right in front of him. That was the reason he went into law school.

_ At that moment, the professor slammed his fist on the desk.

Good morning. Today we'll begin with a real case, the 2016 murder of a prosecutor in Busan. I want you to analyze the motives, the evidence, and the mistakes.

Jungkook almost laughed, then a picture of his younger, smiling father appeared on the screen. Everyone in the auditorium murmured; they all knew who Jungkook was.

_ And you... You didn't look up, not once, as if you didn't know that the prosecutor's son was there.

Young man, what do you think was the killer's mistake?

_ The whole room turned around, you just slowly took off one earbud, your eyes tired, you were expecting that.

The mistake... was believing that killing a man would fix anything.

_ You weren't looking at anyone and you weren't expecting any response.