Prosecutor Kim Seo-Jin - Chapter 99

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What Is Honor? (2)
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It was Jin Yun-hee’s pojangmacha—she had once worked as an administrative official.
Shin Ju-eon sat alone in the darkened establishment.
He raised his phone to his ear and opened his mouth.
“Let’s meet at the Korean restaurant in Cheongdam-dong J Hotel.”
After ending the call, Shin Ju-eon shifted his gaze.
Jin Yun-hee stood behind the counter, visible to him.
She opened her mouth with a worried expression.
“Do you really… have to do this?”
Shin Ju-eon rose to his feet and approached the mirror hanging on the wall.
His face was swollen and puffy, his cheeks darkened to a sickly hue—beaten by Assemblyman Song Won-tae, yes, but all of it was Seo Jin’s fault.
Shin Ju-eon touched his face gently and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m going to kill that bastard. Otherwise…”
Shin Ju-eon ground his teeth together.
The thought of Seo Jin walking around with that smug grin made my entire body tremble with rage.
“Hah…”
Shin Ju-eon exhaled a breath of fury and turned back toward Jin Yun-hee.
He approached her and spoke in a tender voice.
“Yun-hee, do you want to see me go to prison? Of course not, right? If I just finish off Seo Jin, I can go back under the Assemblyman. Then next year I’ll get the party nomination for the local elections… and become mayor.”
Shin Ju-eon gripped Jin Yun-hee’s shoulders.
His eyes gleamed with intensity.
“Let’s do this just one more time. And then let’s get married. We’ll ask the Assemblyman to officiate, and for our honeymoon—where should we go? You said you wanted to see Greece, right? Should I book it there?”
“…”
“A woman who was sexually assaulted by a prosecutor twice, and Shin Ju-eon the mayor who married her. Then my name might become known nationwide. You’d be the tragic heroine, and I’d be the man who loves you! How does that sound?”
Jin Yun-hee’s gaze shifted to survey the shop.
Just a handful of tables.
She owned a coffee shop too, but that didn’t make money either.
But if she became the wife of a mayor with nationwide recognition, she could live lavishly while sneering at all those hardworking people.
‘I’ll need to change my circle of friends too.’
Her current friends were people who whined about money troubles.
She had no time to listen to their laments.
From now on, she would join the upper class who worried about the nation of Korea, sipping wine in their world.
Goodbye to shabby bags and the pathetic necessity of checking credit card statements.
As Jin Yun-hee’s thoughts concluded, a faint smile played at her lips.
And Shin Ju-eon’s voice continued.
“Who knows… maybe, just maybe, we’ll spend our retirement at the Blue House!”
Jin Yun-hee’s eyes sparkled.
“…The Blue House?”
Shin Ju-eon’s grip on Jin Yun-hee’s shoulders tightened instantly.
“It’s not impossible! You’re already the woman who was sexually assaulted by Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung. So get sexually harassed by another prosecutor! Would women’s groups turn their backs on you? Would I, your husband, reject you? Yun-hee, let’s go to the Blue House!”
A smile played at the corners of Jin Yun-hee’s lips.
“How should we do this? Last time with Seo Jun-kyung, I pretended to be drunk. What about this time?”
Jin Yun-hee leaned in closer.
Shin Ju-eon’s lips curled into a sinister grin.
“The Korean restaurant at J Hotel is a place frequented by people having affairs or celebrities.”
The restaurant had quite decent soundproofing.
Moreover, unlike other Korean restaurants, once the meal is served on a single table, that’s it—the staff never opens the door until the customer calls for them.
“Journalists know full well what men and women do when they enter the Korean restaurant at J Hotel.”
“…”
“And when Seo Jin arrives at the restaurant, he’ll think I’m there and open the door. But instead of me, you’ll be sitting there. Tell the confused Seo Jin this.”
—I apologize. Shin Ju-eon said he’d be a bit late. He said he’d arrive soon once you start eating, so please go ahead and have your meal.
Jin Yun-hee shook her head.
“Wait, what if Seo Jin recognizes my face?”
Jin Yun-hee worked as an administrative official at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.
There were few people who didn’t know her face.
But Shin Ju-eon was confident.
“He won’t recognize you. Your face was pixelated in the media coverage, remember? And at that time, Seo Jin was working as an intern in Dongnam. Do you think he was in his right mind?”
“That’s true…”
As Jin Yun-hee spoke in agreement, Shin Ju-eon continued.
“Seo Jin will enter the room without suspicion. Once the door closes and you’re alone together, make your move. Tear your clothes in front of Seo Jin! Wear something easy to rip. Yes, a blouse with buttons would be perfect. Wear black stockings. For the skirt… prepare a neat, modest style skirt.”
Jin Yun-hee nodded.
Shin Ju-eon then patted Jin Yun-hee’s shoulder and continued speaking.
“Meanwhile, I’ll call the journalists and tell them this.”
—That bastard Seo Jin called my woman here!
—He’s using nonexistent leverage against me to touch my woman.
—This is what a prosecutor looks like.
“Then I’ll open the door.”
“By then my clothes will be completely torn, right?”
“Exactly.”
“When you open the door, I’ll cry. I’m confident in my tears.”
“Yes! Your tears will be the most powerful evidence. Then Seo Jin is finished!”
Shin Ju-eon spoke with emphasis, and Jin Yun-hee’s gaze turned toward the mirror.
She then touched her own abdomen.
“To undress in front of all those people, I should probably fast until evening. Still, if I’m going to be caught on camera, I’d like to look pretty.”
At Jin Yun-hee’s words, Shin Ju-eon laughed wickedly.
“Seo Jin… that bastard, I’m going to destroy him today. Kahahahahaha!”
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Cheongdam-dong J Hotel.
Seo Jin crossed the lobby, document case in hand.
The elevator chimed open, and Do Gwang-hyun stepped out.
Seo Jin recognized him but didn’t greet him.
They passed each other with only a nod of acknowledgment.
Bzzt.
My phone vibrated.
It was Lee Dong-young.
“Yes, Investigator.”
-Everything is ready.
“Thank you for your work.”
-But… be careful.
Worry filled Lee Dong-young’s voice.
And I understood perfectly why he was concerned.
“Don’t worry. Everything will go smoothly.”
As I was about to pocket my phone, another call came through.
This time it was Lee Eun-ha.
-You were right, Prosecutor. I just got a call from Shin Ju-eon and came to J Hotel. The room name is Garam.
As expected, Shin Ju-eon had summoned the reporters.
‘Garam?’
I had planned to meet Jin Yun-hee in the room next to the one called Garam.
“Please continue as planned.”
I exhaled a tense breath and stepped into the elevator.
My reflection appeared in the elevator mirror.
Perhaps it was my imagination, but my image seemed to overlap with that of Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung.
I tapped the mirror bitterly with my finger.
‘Let me settle my own score first. So don’t regret it. I’ll definitely settle yours too.’
The original Seo Jin fell from the Redevelopment Apartment Complex, but I still don’t know why.
It’s only proper to uncover that truth while using this body.
‘And…’
I don’t know who pushed Seo Jin, but whoever it was is a clear threat.
They might try to kill me again at any moment.
Perhaps they’re even now watching for an opportunity to end me.
I need to strike first.
‘Wait. Your revenge won’t be long in coming.’
The elevator came to a stop.
I walked briskly toward the Korean restaurant.
Seo Jin walked toward the Korean restaurant with heavy footsteps.
“Do you have a reservation?”
Seo Jin nodded at the staff member’s question.
“Under Shin Ju-eon.”
“This way, please.”
The staff member confirmed the reservation and led Seo Jin inside.
It was exactly as expected.
The room was right next to where Shin Ju-eon and the reporters were seated at ‘Garam’.
The staff member bowed slightly and spoke.
“Your reservation is for two hours.”
This was the kind of establishment where infidelity happened as casually as breathing.
The staff member finished speaking as if to say that whatever they did was fine—just keep to the reservation time—then turned and headed back to their station.
Seo Jin let out a soft chuckle and slid the door open.
Just as expected.
Jin Yun-hee was there.
But Seo Jin opened his eyes wide as if he truly hadn’t known, and spoke.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong room…”
“No, it’s my fault for not mentioning it earlier. This is someone we arranged to meet. Shin Ju-eon said he’d be a bit late. He said he’d arrive soon after we start eating, so please come in.”
Jin Yun-hee flashed a smile so sickeningly sweet it was almost nauseating.
Seo Jin closed the door and sat across from Jin Yun-hee.
His gaze settled on her.
Memories from when I was Seo Jun-kyung surfaced.
Jin Yun-hee was always complaining about being short on money.
She bought luxury goods and drank expensive alcohol.
But Seo Jun-kyung had treated her like a younger sister.
Given that his job meant working late was the norm, he felt a certain pity for her.
“Use this to cover your card bill, and try to be more careful with spending from now on.”
“It’s your birthday? Is there a gift you want? An early leave?”
“If you get a boyfriend, let me know. Men know what men are like. I’ll take a cold, objective look at him like an older brother would.”
Seo Jun-kyung’s salary wasn’t much either, but he occasionally gave her spending money.
Each time, Jin Yun-hee’s voice echoed in my ears, soft with that gentle smile.
“You’re the best, Prosecutor!”
“Should I introduce you to my sister? What do you say? Could I call you brother-in-law?”
So now, facing Jin Yun-hee’s expression, I felt as though murderous intent would overflow from me at any moment—unbearable.
‘I really want to kill her.’
Then Jin Yun-hee placed her phone on the table and spoke.
“Just to be safe.”
She meant to prevent any recording.
Seo Jin took out his phone as well, understanding, and placed it on the table.
Then Jin Yun-hee smiled slightly.
“Actually, I’d like to search your body too, but would you mind if I just checked your pockets?”
Seo Jin removed his jacket and pulled out his pockets to show they were empty.
His pants pockets were the same.
“Nothing here. What about my watch? If you’re suspicious, should I take it off?”
Seo Jin unfastened his watch and placed it on the table.
Jin Yun-hee also opened her own pockets to show him, speaking as she did.
“Me too.”
Now there was no risk of recording devices.
This was the room Shin Ju-eon had reserved and secured.
‘Sigh…’
Jin Yun-hee felt her mouth go dry from tension as she gripped a water glass in her hand.
Then she began to carefully observe Seo Jin’s expression.
‘He looks so innocent. Just some guy who was good at studying. Coming in without suspicion like Shin Ju-eon said—is he an idiot?’
Jin Yun-hee was a judicial assistant.
Having worked alongside prosecutors, she knew well that despite their elite status, prosecutors had plenty of vulnerabilities.
‘But only three years in?’
To Jin Yun-hee, Seo Jin was nothing but a greenhorn.
Looking at those naive eyes, she could barely suppress her laughter.
And Jin Yun-hee’s gaze shifted to her wrist.
About three minutes since he’d entered.
It was time to begin.
Jin Yun-hee smiled coldly and opened her mouth.
“Prosecutor Seo Jin, I’m sorry.”
At those words, Jin Yun-hee brought her hand to her blouse.
All she had to do was tear it and scream.
Then Shin Ju-eon would burst in with the reporters, and Seo Jin would be caught in an attempted sexual assault charge.
‘Perfect.’
Jin Yun-hee closed her eyes for a moment.
She envisioned herself as the mayor’s wife, as a National Assembly member’s wife, and the Blue House loomed in her mind.
She felt sorry for destroying Seo Jin’s future for her own dreams, but if she was being honest, she should apologize to Seo Jun-kyung first.
Just as Jin Yun-hee applied force to tear her blouse.
Seo Jin’s voice rang out, terrifying.
“I don’t want to see that filthy body. Stop.”
“…!”
Jin Yun-hee’s eyes snapped toward Seo Jin.
‘What?’
His eyes were different from moments before.
The innocent gaze had twisted into something demonic.
As Jin Yun-hee flinched, Seo Jin poured alcohol into a cup and brought it to his lips.
And he continued in that terrifying voice.
“Yun-hee, stop. I don’t want to see you become pathetic.”
It was the way Seo Jun-kyung spoke.
Jin Yun-hee wanted to believe it was a misunderstanding, but her eyes were trembling with unmistakable gravity.
“I… I…”
As Jin Yun-hee opened her mouth, Seo Jin’s voice fell dry and measured.
“We’re in the same space with no witnesses. You’ll testify that I tore off your blouse, stripped away your black stockings because I liked them, that you resisted but couldn’t overcome my crude hands. Right?”
“…!”
The words from Seo Jin’s mouth were precise.
Exactly what she had been about to say.
Watching her shocked expression, Seo Jin continued with a tone of regret.
“But Yun-hee, if you worked in the Prosecutor’s Office, you’d know—fingerprints remain on fabric. I’ve never touched your clothes, and the slightest investigation will expose that immediately.”
“…!”
“And the reporters? Our uncle is the Prosecutor General. Do you really think my name will appear in the media before solid evidence emerges? Don’t fool yourself. I’m different from Seo Jun-kyung. But if you keep this nonsense up? You’ll be indicted for filing a false report.”
“…!”
“So put your hand down!”
At the thunderous command, Jin Yun-hee slowly lowered her hand.
Jin Yun-hee was dazed.
She couldn’t comprehend what was happening or how.
Seo Jin poured alcohol into a cup and set it before Jin Yun-hee, continuing to speak.
“Did Shin Ju-eon tell you to do this? But do you really think he’ll marry you? You lack both family background and looks to fulfill his ambitions. Sorry to say, but you won’t be chosen as Shin Ju-eon’s accessory. This is merely buying time. Once the matter is settled, you’ll be discarded again.”
“…”
“I’ve warned you. The next choice is yours.”
Jin Yun-hee bit down hard on her lower lip.
She bit so forcefully it turned crimson as if blood would seep through.
Then she smiled faintly.
Slowly, she raised her hand and grasped her blouse again.
Seo Jin’s voice turned savage.
“I warned you.”
“How long have you been a prosecutor? I’ve spent more time in the Prosecutor’s Office than you. Let me teach you something. My tears will be more convincing evidence than fingerprints. I can just say the clothes were dirty so I threw them away. Right? This country’s law… it’s really fucked up.”
“Stop!”
“And what? Shin Ju-eon will abandon me? That’s ridiculous. We love each other.”
Rip!
Buttons scattered and fell as Jin Yun-hee’s bare skin was exposed.
At the same moment, Seo Jin’s eyes widened sharply.
Jin Yun-hee smiled faintly again.
“I’m about to scream now, but do you want to do it first? We have about 10 minutes left. If you want to, go ahead. Otherwise, I’ll really feel sorry for you.”
“I said I have no interest in your body. Just answer me one thing. Did you let Seo Jun-kyung go the same way?”
“What’s the point of answering?”
Seo Jin gripped the document folder he’d brought and hurled it at her face.
Smack!
The sound echoed as it struck Jin Yun-hee’s face and fell away.
Jin Yun-hee let out a piercing scream.
“What are you doing!”
“It’s the money you love. Even before dying, you can’t resist your curiosity. Take the money and answer. Did Seo Jun-kyung leave it like this too? Was it really a false accusation?”
At the mention of money, Jin Yun-hee’s gaze shifted toward the bag.
Indeed, stacks of fifty-thousand-won bills were visible.
Jin Yun-hee turned back to Seo Jin and nodded.
“Yeah, it was a false accusation.”
“Seo Jun-kyung didn’t do anything, right?”
“Yeah.”
“He just left you drunk and walked away?”
“How many times do I have to say it! That idiot Seo Jun-kyung, with such a pretty girl drunk, he just left. He should’ve at least done something! Then I wouldn’t even be sorry.”
Seo Jin exhaled a long sigh and nodded.
“Thank you for telling me the truth.”
The conversation was over.
Jin Yun-hee tore at her stockings with her hands, screaming.
“Ahhhhh!”
Even clumsy acting would work.
The situation was pushing Seo Jin toward being branded a sexual assaulter.
When Shin Ju-eon and the reporters burst in, all she needed to do was cry.
That’s what Jin Yun-hee thought, but…
‘What?’
Something felt wrong.
Seo Jin, who should have been panicking, remained composed.
Instead, he was laughing loudly as if genuinely delighted.
Jin Yun-hee asked with a bewildered expression.
“You… why are you like this? Are you insane?”
“Yeah. I’m going insane. Really going insane. Being accused of something done by bastards like you is so humiliating that I’m… truly losing my mind.”
As Jin Yun-hee’s eyes narrowed, Seo Jin slipped his hand under the table.
Then he pulled out a tiny recording device no bigger than a finger and flicked it upward.
Jin Yun-hee’s pupils froze.
Her screams ceased.
In the suffocating silence, only Seo Jin’s voice echoed.
“A previous customer must have accidentally left this behind.”
Do Gwang-hyun had planted it here.
And as Jin Yun-hee stared at the recorder, her face drained of all color.
It began to crumble pathetically.
Seo Jin laughed with genuine delight and pressed play on the recorder.
Then Jin Yun-hee’s voice flowed out.
-How many times do I have to say it! That idiot Seo Jun-kyung, with such a pretty girl drunk, he just left. He should’ve at least done something! Then I wouldn’t even be sorry.
“You… you!”
Jin Yun-hee quickly scanned her surroundings.
No one was there.
All she had to do was get rid of that recorder.
Jin Yun-hee shot to her feet.
Then she vaulted over the table and lunged at Seo Jin.
The sight of her charging forward half-naked was truly repulsive.
“You fucking bastard!”
Jin Yun-hee spat out curses as she reached for the recorder.
In a flash, she snatched it and shoved it straight into her bra.
Then she smiled with relief.
“Try to take it! Just lay a finger on me! You’ll be committing sexual assault! You prosecutor bastards! You think you’re so clever? You’re all fucking idiots!”
But this time, too, Seo Jin’s expression remained calm.
When Jin Yun-hee felt something was terribly wrong, Seo Jin opened his mouth.
“Sorry, but there’s video too.”
“…!”
Seo Jin pointed with his finger at the framed picture hanging on the wall.
Jin Yun-hee screamed again.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Jin Yun-hee rushed toward the frame like a madwoman.
Her hair was disheveled, her blouse completely torn.
Jin Yun-hee ripped the frame from the wall and hurled it.
Glass shattered everywhere with a deafening crash.
But Jin Yun-hee paid it no mind.
She focused only on the miniature camera embedded behind it.
“You son of a bitch! You fucking son of a bitch!”
Jin Yun-hee cursed as she placed the camera on the ground and grabbed the broken frame with her hands.
Glass embedded in her skin and blood dripped, but she didn’t care.
She tried to smash the camera like a hammer.
When it wouldn’t break easily, she threw it against the wall.
“I just need to remove the memory card, right?”
At Seo Jin’s words, Jin Yun-hee’s eyes frantically searched for the memory card.
Then Seo Jin’s laughter rang out loudly again.
Jin Yun-hee’s gaze snapped toward him.
“Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?!”
“Why are you so stupid? Why do you think I told you? It’s already being streamed live to another location.”
Jin Yun-hee froze in place.
The realization that everything was ruined showed plainly on her face, her expression twisting grotesquely.

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