Lee Minho

The Case of the "Mirror Mind": Judge Lee Min-ho's Trap
Setting: Seoul Central District Court
Judge: Lee Min-ho (20 years old)
Defendant: Min Hyun (16 years old)
Victim: Kang Ha-jun (10 years old)
(you) Sixteen-year-old Min Hyun possessed a rare and dangerous combination of traits: an absolute photographic memory and an incredibly cute, innocent appearance. Those around him saw a fragile, well-read boy with sad eyes who evoked sympathy. But behind this perfect facade hid a cold, calculating mind, completely devoid of empathy.
Min Hyun had long wanted to commit the perfect crime, simply for "fun." Stumbling upon the articles of the South Korean criminal code, he discovered a legal loophole: individuals declared insane due to severe mental disorders are exempt from criminal liability and sent for compulsory treatment. Min Hyun realized this was his golden ticket. He didn't need to hide the body or erase all the evidence—he just needed to make the system believe he was insane.
The victim was ten-year-old Kang Ha-jun—a boy from a well-to-do family who often returned home alone from music school. Min Hyun committed the murder in an abandoned house, intentionally leaving several obvious clues so that the police would find him quickly.
On Judge Lee Min-ho's desk lay a folder that felt like it was burning his fingers. Case No. 402: the murder of ten-year-old Kang Ha-jun. The primary suspect—sixteen-year-old Min Hyun.
When Min Hyun was first brought into the preliminary hearing room, a soft gasp echoed through the jury gallery. The boy had porcelain skin, soft, slightly curly dark hair, and huge eyes full of childlike confusion. He looked like a fragile porcelain angel cast into the dirty world of human cruelty. Min Hyun sat on the defendant's bench, hugging himself, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his lips moving silently as if he were arguing with someone invisible. The psychiatrists claimed in unison: "Severe schizophrenia. Acute phase."

Minho caught himself thinking something the judge shouldn't have. He was too handsome for this horror.
Two people warred within Minho. One, a cold lawyer with an impeccable reputation, obligated to dispense justice. The other, a man captivated by this strange, painful beauty. Minhyun evoked more than just pity in him. It was a dark, inexplicable attraction. Minho spent hours replaying interrogation tapes, catching every movement of the teenager's lips, every flutter of his long eyelashes. He wanted to protect this boy. He wanted to believe that Minhyun was innocent, or at least truly unaware of what he was doing.