Worth investigating

Yuri stood up, about to approach the group of students, when someone appeared in front of her, blocking her path. "You're the new fling, right? I heard the other one died." Yuri narrowed her gaze at the guy in front of her, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You have a thing for being nosy?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The guy grinned, stretching forth his hands. He was tall, with chiseled features and piercing deep brown eyes that seemed to bore into Yuri's soul. His brown-black hair was styled perfectly, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a slight stubble. He was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, complete with a bow tie and a pocket square. He looked like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. "I have a thing for beauty. The name's Minjun. Park Minjun." Yuri stared at the stretched hand in front of her, her mind racing with the implications. Park Minjun, the student with the most affluent parents, ranking first in the school's social hierarchy. He had been out of the country a day before Yonna's death.

Yuri suddenly realized why Minhwan was so insistent on her attending the party. He wanted to show her off to this guy, to parade her in front of Park Minjun like a trophy. That scumbag was being dramatic for this, Yuri thought, her anger simmering just below the surface.

Minjun's eyes sparkled with amusement as he waited for Yuri to shake his hand. "You're leaving me hanging," he said, his voice laced with charm. Yuri gave him an arrogant smile, her eyes glinting with disdain. "I'd rather not shake hands. Being nosy is contagious, you know." Minjun burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're different from that popsicle. I like that."

Minjun's expression turned serious as he held Yuri's chin up, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Do you know what happens to brats who are full of themselves?" Yuri pried his hands off her face, her eyes flashing with anger. "I wouldn't know. You seem to be more of a brat than I am. Why don't you tell me?" Minjun scoffed, his eyes narrowing. Yuri shoved past him, her heels clicking on the floor. She paused and turned to look at him, her gaze cold and unforgiving. "Oh, I happen to know what happens to people who can't keep their hands to themselves. They end up in jail." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't you ever touch me or speak trash about my sister. You're not qualified to."

With that, Yuri spun on her heels and walked away, leaving Minjun staring after her with a mortified expression. "Who does that bitch think she is?" he muttered, raking his hair in frustration. Jina stood up, handing a glass of whiskey to him. "Minhwan's girlfriend," she replied, her eyes clouded with a dark mist.

Minjun's face remained twisted in anger, his eyes blazing with resentment as he recalled Yuri's biting words. Jina seemed to sense his anger and fueled it further, her voice dripping with malice. "Can you believe her attitude?" she asked, her eyes locked on Minjun's. "She thinks she's so much better than everyone else just because she's dating Minhwan."

Just then, Minhwan appeared, scanning the room for Yuri. His eyes swept over the crowd, his expression growing increasingly concerned. "Where's Yuri?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiety. Jina's expression turned innocent, her eyes wide with feigned concern. "Oh, she left. I don't think she was supposed to be here in the first place.

Minhwan's eyes narrowed, his anger finally erupting. "What do you mean she wasn't supposed to be here?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Jina shrugged, her expression unrepentant. "I just meant that she's not really...our kind." Minhwan's face darkened, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Everyone out. Party's over!" Minhwan barked, his voice echoing through the room. The music stopped, and the partygoers began to file out, their faces reflecting their surprise and confusion. Minjun's eyes met Jina's, and they exchanged a knowing glance. This wasn't over.

Minhwan drove in silence, his anger still simmering. Jina and Minjun exchanged occasional glances, their faces reflecting their own emotions. The tension in the car was palpable, and it seemed that the night was far from over. Minjun's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anger and curiosity, his mind racing with thoughts of Yuri and her defiant attitude. Jina's expression was calculating, her eyes fixed on Minhwan's profile.

Minhwan accelerated the car, ignoring the speed limits. The needle on the speedometer climbed higher and higher, and Jina's eyes widened in alarm. "Minhwan, slow down!" she cried, her voice laced with concern. But Minhwan didn't respond. He was too caught up in his own anger and frustration.

Minjun, seated in the backseat, scoffed. "This guy's going to get us killed," he muttered, his eyes rolling in exasperation. Jina shot him a warning glance, but Minjun just shrugged.

Just as Minhwan was pushing the car to its limits, a patrol car's siren began to blow, and they were asked to pull over. Minhwan slowed down, his expression darkening. The officer approached the window, his eyes narrowing.

"Young man, aren't you aware of the speed limits?" he asked, his voice firm but polite.

Minjun scoffed, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Do you know who you're stopping?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. The officer's expression remained neutral.

"I don't care to know," he replied, his tone firm. "Blow on this. All of you." The three of them had no choice but to comply, and the results confirmed that they were all drunk.

The officer's expression turned stern. "You all will have to come with me to the station," he said, his voice firm. Minjun picked up his phone and made a call, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

"I'll take care of it," he said, his voice smooth. The three of them were taken to the station, the officer leading the way.

As soon as they entered the station, the police chief welcomed them with a huge grin on his face. "Ah, Minjun! Good to see you, my boy!" He extended a hand, and Minjun shook it, his expression smug.

"Chief," Minjun replied, his voice smooth. "Good to see you too." The police chief led them to his office, his expression jovial.

"I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding," he said, his voice booming. "Minjun, why don't you tell me what happened?" Minjun launched into a smooth explanation, his words dripping with charm.

Moments after, the trio walked back out. The police chief escorted them out with a wide smile. "Pay my regards to the Chairman." He said politely as they drove away.

The police chief's expression changed in an instant. His jovial smile disappeared, replaced by a scowl. He stormed back inside.

"You want to lose your job?" he snapped at the officer who had brought Minjun and his friends in, his voice low and menacing. "Don't you know whose kids they are?" He asked, his eyes blazing with anger.

The officer took a step back, his eyes widening in fear. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stuttered.

The chief's anger boiled over, and he slammed a file on the officer's head. "You should be sorry," he growled. "You should be very sorry."

The officer rubbed his sore head, his eyes downcast. "Yes, sir," he muttered.

The chief scoffed and turned on his heel, striding back to his office. The officer watched him go, a mixture of fear and resentment on his face. They were law officials yet they had to bend the law for some people.

A detective watching the entire scene from the beginning returned to the violent crimes department, scratching his head in deep thought. He had witnessed something that didn't quite add up, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it than met the eye.

He walked into the department, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on his partner, Kim Chul, who was hunched over a stack of files. The detective walked over to his partner, peering over his shoulder to see what he was working on.

"You seem to be hung up on this case," the detective said, nodding towards the files. "It has been declared as a suicide; there's nothing more to it."

Kim Chul shook his head, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "There's something about that twin," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "I just can't pinpoint what it is. It bothers me, and I have a feeling it's about this case."

The detective leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall the details of the case. "What was her name again? Yonna, right?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he slammed his hands on the table. "That's it!" he exclaimed. "I was wondering where I knew that face."

The detective then proceeded to narrate the entire situation that had occurred moments ago, from the police chief's anger to the young people's arrogance. Kim Chul listened intently, his eyes growing wider with each passing moment.

Kim Chul narrowed his eyes. "You sure their parents had no involvement in their bail?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

The detective nodded firmly. "I'm certain. For kids their age to be able to fend the chief off, there's something off about it."

Kim Chul's expression turned serious. "It's worth investigating, right?"

The detective smiled knowingly. "Definitely."

Kim Chul nodded. "Run a check on their accounts. Check regular cash inflow and the send-outs. Make it private." He instructed the detective, who nodded and began typing away on his computer.

Kim Chul looked at the picture of Yonna on his desk, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of emotions. "Check if Yuri has anything to do with them." He added, his voice low and thoughtful.