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This Park Is Greener Than Others [1]

Lawyer AU, Prosecutor AU, Trial AU, Police AU

TW: Language, Mentions Of Murder, Mentions Of Death, Mentions of Gore, Underlines of Misogyny, Underlines of Sexism and Inappropriate Behaviour

Pairing: Lawyer! Jimin x Prosecutor! Female! Reader

Genre: Enemies To Lovers, Crime/Mystery

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Word Count: 3.7k

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Summary: You were given the okay to start your investigation and build your case when a young woman was brutally murdered in a motel room, the main suspect being her ex-boyfriend. You have your suspect, you have your witnesses and you have your evidence. All you have to do now is present your case, right? Of course, it would’ve been easy if a certain Park hadn’t appeared when you got everything figured out. Not only does he bring turmoil to your case but to your heart as well.

Notes: For those who have been following me for a little over seven months... you guys remember me posting this but never finishing it? Cause that’s excaltly what I did. But now, I have some spare time on my hands so why not finish it. It’s been a hot minute since I posted BTS content too. For those who’s read the first chapter, it’s completely different now :) with a new plot and added characters and better writing (ish... it’s like 4 am LMAO). I’ll be tagging @armytinyzenmoa @threeletterslife and @totally-real-bts-quotes because they were in my original tag list. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

This will contain blood, gore, death, injuries and anything else of that sort because we are diving into the “police/trial” world with this fic. Reading is at your own discretion, especially in the next chapters. Again, none of the idols named will never take part in the situations and scenarios, I’m only using them as face claims.

“Doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t even matter what he says. You know better than to take his testimony.”

“But that’s the thing you don’t get,” you spoke into the phone, nodding your head to the person who opened the door for you as you walked into the precinct. “One, we need his testimony in order to know his flawed side of the story,” you shrugged. “Whether we get his testimony or not, the case is pretty much set in stone. Whatever he says won’t change the outcome.”

“You haven’t even talked to him yet.”

“I’m doing so right now,” you chuckled, throwing the empty cup of coffee in the trash. You pressed the phone towards your ear, his voice getting more and more frustrated.

“He isn’t going to budge. The guy isn’t stupid.”

“Maybe,” you nodded, “but he’ll have to talk eventually, whether with me or at the trial. Even if he doesn’t say anything now, there has to be some sort of record of him saying something we can use.”

Walking through the second set of double doors, you were immediately met with the buzzing of cellphones, chatters from various conversations but the television, which was switched to the news channel, was the loudest among all the noise.

“Latest news today; Lim Area, age twenty-three pharmacist and a good samaritan was found dead in an occupied room at the Dark Blues Motel around ten last night. Police have arrested a person at the scene of the crime, no further details have been released to the public. Police are asking anyone with information to come forward or contact crime stoppers.”

“You heard the news,” you asked your partner, settling in line in front of the registration and visitors section.

“Yeah, it’s everywhere, the media doesn’t let us fucking breath,” he agreed with you, “still don’t understand why the court decided to put a rush on this one. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“The court with does what the court wants,” you sighed in defeat, “just means that we need to gather as much info as we can and work our asses off before the trial Monday.”

“Gives us an entire week to prepare. Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Hanging up the call, you immediately felt dozens of eyes land on either your hair, your attire or your badge secured in your dress pants’ front pocket. It’s not like you hated the attention; you were just getting it for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t something you could control, someone either always wanted you for their own advantages or your body, that’s how you feel right now with a couple of hungry eyes roaming you up and down.

The line was long but was shortening rather quickly. The frequent sound of squeaking shoes irked your ears; since it was just raining outside, most didn’t have umbrellas to keep them dry. Thankfully, the sun was now out and brimming through the windows of the department, a dull but bright layer of sunlight shining on the side of your face, highlighting your breathtaking features. You glanced around the lobby of the police division, earning glances from the officers exiting the building. You chuckled under your breath and ran a hand through your hair, a smug grin on your lips.

“In other news, Seoul’s prosecutor’s office releases a new statement in regards to yesterday’s incident with one of their top prosecutors, apologizing for the quoted “misunderstanding”.”

“Next,” the voice that spoke was loud and gruff, yet when you lifted your eyes, you were met with a man younger than you, one you’ve never seen before, waiting impatiently for you to approach the counter. He seemed to ponder on your body a lot longer than the other visitors, who all happened to be male, before clearing his throat. “Reason for your visit?”

“Classified.” You uttered, opening your phone and shooting the sergeant a text. “Just call the head of the department, he knows why I’m here.”

Even if you were here quite frequently, you will never not be mesmerized by the allure of the department; the walls were a light brown-gold colour with the counter being a light black colour, adding lure when looking around. The walking space was vast, understandable since this was one of the biggest precincts in the capital. The walls were decorated with alumni and fallen officers who passed in combat, the rest was decorated with a waiting room were more than thirty people can sit at a time without it becoming crowded.

“Reason for your visit.”

You raised your eyebrows at his awfully harsh tone, “I already said; classified.”

“Miss, don’t make me ask again. Unless you’re registered on the list, I can’t let you in.”

“You must be new here, right?” The man quickly stopped talking, arms folded over his chest. Your fingers typed away the last few words before stuffing your phone in your pocket, alerting your partner that you’d pass by the office later with, hopefully, new information. When you lifted your eyes to look at the rookie, you focused on his name tag. You noticed the small shirt in his eyes at which you rolled your eyes.

“Minhyun, is it?” You leaned onto the counter, taking off your sunglasses and smirked. “Listen, kid, if you looked at the list in front of you and turned to the next page, you’ll see an entire slot that has big bold red letters that scream ‘classified’. I’m on that list, number 500462.”

“A video of one of their top prosecutors, prosecutor Song (Y/n), was released to the public earlier this morning explaining the near scandal she was in early this week.”

Out of all the times the news broadcast could be saying your name, they chose now. The scandal wasn’t even a scandal, you accidentally brushed your hand on a high ranking officer during a charity event and people took it the wrong way. Of course, it cleared up when things were getting out of hand but people were so quick to judge you without hearing what you have to say.

“Oh!” He quickly dropped the piles of paper on the desk, flashing you a smirk, “of course, how could I forget such a well-known detective?”

“Prosecutor.”

He shrugged, “same thing.”

Of course, when you tell people who you are, they’d always change their attitude towards you, just like the male you had the dishonourable pleasure of talking to. Even if you were known and your office was extremely popular for putting numerous criminals behind bars, it gave no one the right to treat you any different and with chivalry.

It was quite annoying and one of the many reasons why you hated travelling from one location to another; not only did you introduce yourself time and time again, people were so quick to change their entire personality as a way to impress you.

“Dinner? Or are you lunch kind of girl?” You clenched your jaw when his hand slid across the counter to touch yours, almost intertwining your fingers together. Pulling your hand back, you gripped your handbag tighter as his smirk grew larger, his green eyes lighting up at your somewhat uncomfortable expression. “Oh, is the prosecutor shy?”

“Yes, actually,” you sighed in a sweet voice as you watched him getting closer, leaning over the desk to listen to your frail and vulnerable voice. “I’m really, really not shy for putting your ass in fucking jail if you don’t stop acting like a sexual predator.” Grabbing the collar of his uniform, you slammed him against the table, picked up a pen behind the counter and signed your name in the visitors’ chart.

“Word of advice,” you whispered into Minhyun’s ear, a twisted innocent smile on your lips. “When you’re talking to anyone, especially to a woman with more power than nearly anyone in this fucking precinct, I’d suggest you not only think about your predatorial words but keep your eyes where I can see them.”

You left the room and made your way towards the detective’s hall, a specific hallway for promoted police officers who finally had the chance of making detective. The multiple gazes on your back made your skin crawl but your face stayed completely blanket, the occasional lip tilt when you head Minhyun groaned when he got up from the desk.

You’ve always wanted to be a prosecutor; to you, putting dangerous people behind bars was one of the most rewarding things someone could do (of course, it depends on what the individual has done). However, you weren’t expecting so much sexism in the work field, especially when someone is fighting for the same goal as everyone else.

You also considered before a detective, so Minhyun wasn’t entire wrong but still acted horribly. Most of the detectives were older, a lot stricter and hardworking individuals who took their jobs seriously. More than you? Maybe, but that was only in some cases. You didn’t even like the older detectives, a lot of them were full of themselves and thought they were the best when in reality, they really were horrible.

Though, you couldn’t say the same about the newest generation.

Your heels clicked on the white tiles as you made it to the end of the blue hall, knocked a few times before opening the door to the room and inviting yourself in. The room had five desks loaded with a computer, a desk, an office chair and stationery. You knew what it was for, they were new recruits. However, only two had nameplates on them.

New blood, much more passionate than the older generation. You knew who some they were, having seen them a couple of times while running errands. They were fairly young too, around the same age you started but still really young to be named detective. To be really technical, however, only two of them are detectives, the rest are still working their way up to that level.

You let yourself into the office and walked straight for the folder lying on one of the desks, sitting on the spinning chair and skimming through the files. They weren’t any case reports of any sort, it was specifically the case of the trial you’ve been appointed to, the one that was happening in less than a week.

Usually, you’d have a minimum of two weeks to work on the witness reports, the examination, gathering the evidence etc. But for some reason, the crown decided to rush this case, giving you less than a week to prepare. You only had today and tomorrow to do your initial investigating before you need to piece together a timeline, gather your evidence and have a listing of your witnesses. It wasn’t stressful, at least to you, but you wondered why it happened so suddenly, why did the court decide to give you such little time?

You started reading the files in the folder, fully immersed in the information you currently have;

The victim (same on mentioned on the news): Lim Aera, 24, pharmacy student.

Description: Back hair, blue eyes, Asian and Caucasian descent, 5”7, 123 lbs.

Killed in a booked room in Dark Blues Motel, right across from the Michelin star restaurant which is famous for its dangerous knives, fire and item throwing skills.

It is believed that the victim’s boyfriend killed her for a reason still unknown.

Forensics concluded that she died between 9:30 pm and 10:00 pm.

The main cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head (instant), signs of strangulation and struggle are shown based on the marks on her neck, ears, wrists, knuckles and ankles, the room was also in a mess when found.

“...he said she walked into here but I don’t see her.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, the door is open.”

The door opened with two pairs of footsteps walked into the room, the door shutting behind them. You didn’t bother glancing at them, only closing the file and getting up, “I’m guessing the sergeant sent you both to bring me towards the suspect.” One of the males nodded his head from which you saw from the corner of your eyes. You shouldn’t leave stuff like this unattended, especially if the door is unlocked. It risks liability if someone ever decided to tamper with the information, alright?”

“Got it, prosecutor.”

You finally looked at the two, your eyes slightly widening to seeing them in their uniforms, looking a lot older than they are. The first one looked slightly younger, only because his eyes looked more innocent than the other, he was slightly taller as well. His black hair was completely different from his partner’s blue hair but somehow created a favourable contrast and a way to differentiate them from each other. The one with blue hair was just shorter than the other but also older, whether it was because of his sharp features or the way he stood, you couldn’t figure it out. Or maybe it was the busted lip. Despite that, they had a friendly feeling to them, a lot less cold and sudden than their first impression of you. You knew they were the new detectives, which would explain the plates on two of the desks.

“Tell me, which one of you is Soobin?” Both men look up, slightly startled by the mention of the leader’s name. You chuckled under your breath while getting up, finding their reaction a little cute. “It says so on the nameplates, so I’m just asking.”

“Oh,” the taller one cleared his throat and stuck his hand out, “I’m Soobin, this is Yeonjun.” You shook his hand when you made your way over to them.

“Heard a lot of the both of you,” you mentioned as you pull your bag further up your shoulder. “Both graduated high school and the academy a few years in advance right? Which is why you guys are detectives now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yeonjun nodded his head while opening the door, “we’re now waiting for the other three to rank up and we’ll have our unit, or that’s what the boss says.” Humming and thanking the blue-haired male for opening the door for you, you followed Soobin down the hallway towards the interrogation room.

You remembered when you were like them; young and so full of passion and exhilarant. It’s not like you’re saying that you don’t have those anymore but your passion turned into a craze for winning each and every case, it all happened right after your first win. You fell into a downhill spiral of wanting total control of how things were done that you became more and more bossy and snarky when talking to others. You tried to hide it but sometimes it’ll be beyond your own control.

“Do you guys know anything else about the victim?”

“She has a boyfriend,” you nodded despite already knowing the valuable piece of information, “this was only uncovered when we went through her phone, which was unlocked at the scene of the crime.”

“Her phone was already unlocked?” You asked Soobin, “was it planted?”

“We don’t know,” the younger of the two admitted, “whoever did it, whether it was planned or not contributed to the investigation because the last thing she posted on her Instagram was a picture of her and her boyfriend.”

“Who’s in custody right now,” concluded Yeonjun.

When the three of you got to the interaction hallway, Soobin opened a door and you quickly stepped inside, immediately capturing the image of the suspect in Lim Aera’s case as well of Kim Namjoon, sergeant of the department and chief of the new unit of young detective that’ll be forming in some time.

You immediately put your bag on the table and sit on the desk, crossing your legs as you rummage through the folder, rummaging through multiple files before landing on the one you were searching for. “How long have they been talking?”

“About fifteen minutes,” said Soobin, standing in front of the two-way mirror with his arms crossed. “But the guy’s stubborn, really stubborn.”

“I’m not going to ask again and no, it’s not a game.” You heard Namjoon sign from the other side of the room, a speaker connected so you could hear them but they couldn’t you. “I have two of my men see you leaving the scene of the crime with blood on your shirt and hands, not only that but you didn’t comply with their orders. You can come clean right now and I can bargain à tell with the prosecutor taking your case.”

“When he said ‘his men’, what does he means by?”

“Soobin and I are the ones who apprehended him,” Yeonjun answered your question while sitting on top of the table, next to you. He ran a hand through his hair before straightening his blue and black uniform. “We were eating at the Michelin star restaurant across the motel we were walking back to Soobin’s car, we saw this man, the one in there right now, covered in blood.”

Turning towards you, Soobin continued, looking at you through the reflection. “At first, we thought he was hurt until we got a report of a suspect that matched his exact description so we chased him down, fought a little before apprehending him.”

Chuckling, you pointed at Yeonjun’s lip, “Is that why your bottom lip’s busted?”

Before he even responds, a loud thump emitted from the other room, making all your heads snapping to see what was happening.

Kim Taehyung, age twenty-four, the primary suspect in the murder of Lim Aera, aggressively bangs the table at which his cuffed, unable to get up without removing them. Both rookie detectives straighten their posture as you listen in to their conversation.

“I already fucking told you, I didn’t do shit and I didn’t kill her! Why do you think it’s me?”

Taehyung had beautiful blonde hair and bright brown eyes, his face resembling one of a model. His eyes, however, held so much frustration and anger while his neck and ears turn red. The man wasn’t unknown to the system; he had multiple priors and a criminal record as a teenager. Even if he served his time and hasn’t done anything too illegal to put him behind bars again, he does do street racing, is the ringleader of multiple underground and sold pills to struggling teenagers.

Although, that’s what the rumours say. They’re only whispers of what he’s doing now but no one has concrete proof of what he does in his spare time.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon, who was already started to get frustrated, leaning onto the table, chin resting on his knuckles. “You have priors, you have a long record. Do you really think people are going to ignore that, especially since you’re her boyfriend?”

“Ex.”

“What?” You whispered, eyes widening slightly as you took note, “Did he just saw ex?”

With a clenched jaw, Soobin muffled, “yeah.”

“We broke up four months ago,” the young male grumbled under his breath, looking away from the sergeant, “she has a new boyfriend, two months actually, she just never posts about it.”

“Motive.” Talking to yourself, you grabbed your phone and sent a text message to your partner. While doing so, you addressed the detectives, “when this is done, see if you guys can find his Instagram, Twitter or even Facebook. Anything that looks out of the ordinary in the last four months, keep it.”

“Got it, boss,” Soobin nodded while glancing at Yeonjun, “contact his friends too, they might know something we don’t and it might help us later on.”

“I’m going to do that and try to find her boyfriend and bring him in for questioning.”

Both rookies left the room, discussing their plan for the next few hours. You smiled softly, satisfied with the work they’re completing and, at the same time, overviewing the case in order to fix loose ends. You had faith in the two, as well as the three who are waiting to be promoted.

“Do you know why?”

Taehyung was an interesting man; even if he’s saying he’s innocent, he doesn’t want to cooperate with the authorities, which is the last thing anyone should do if they’re one-hundred percent innocent. Is he hiding something? If yes, what? And why? Is it worth it and risk yourself going to jail?

“As if I’m telling you.” Taehyung scoffed under his breath, “I want a lawyer. I already have one so just contact him. I’m not speaking anymore.” You were going to protest that you didn’t get a chance to talk to the suspect yet when Minhyun, the male from earlier, knocked on the door where Namjoon was and informed him that Taehyung’s lawyer just got here.

Even if you did grumble under your breath, perhaps you could talk to his lawyer and strike a deal. It would be challenging, especially if the lawyer is just as stubborn as you or even worse. Whether it included stubbornness or not, you knew that lawyers always wanted the best for their clients. A way to do that is to work with the prosecution and strike the best deal for their client.

You grabbed your bag and walked out the second form to the investigation you, running a tired hand through your hair.

Only for you to stop once you turn to face the entrance and see one person you never expected you’d see again.

His eyes seemed the widen when his gaze fell on you, the very same expression plastered on his face as you clench your jaw, anger clouding your thoughts. He hated even changed a bit, with the exemption of getting taller but you didn’t that you’d go up against him, again.

You didn’t think he’d walk back into you’re life, again.

Not only that but he’s your one-way ticket to hell if you can’t prove that Kim Taehyung is the killer, the one that killed Aera.

Of course, someone has to ruin your plans.

And that someone had to be Park Jimin.

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