Min-Soo sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, his hands cuffed to the table. Across from him, a detective stared, waiting for an explanation.
"Why did you do it?" the detective asked, his voice firm but calm.
Min-Soo chuckled, leaning back in his chair. His dark brown eyes gleamed with madness.
"He's too annoying," he muttered, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "Ever since we were kids, he got all the attention."
The detective remained silent, letting him continue.
"In middle school, he became everyone's favorite—the teachers, the students… even my own mother wouldn't shut up about him. 'Why can't you be more like Ha-Joon?' she used to say." His voice twisted into a mocking tone. "I hated it. I hated him."
Min-Soo let out a low, unsettling laugh before his expression darkened.
"And then…" He tilted his head, his grin widening. "His parents died in that car accident."
The detective's jaw tightened.
Min-Soo leaned forward, his voice eerily soft. "I told him… 'Because of your bad luck, your parents died.'"
A cruel chuckle escaped him. "I watched him break. And I loved it. That's when I realized… hurting him makes me feel great."
His laughter echoed in the small room, but the detective only looked at him with disgust.
Min-Soo's smirk faltered slightly, jealousy twisting into rage. "But now… he has someone protecting him. That Seo-Won bastard ruined everything." His fingers twitched against the table. "It annoys me. It makes me want to break every bone in his body."
Silence.
The detective exchanged a glance with the officer beside him before sighing. "You're sick," he muttered.
Min-Soo's smirk returned. "Maybe."
Courtroom Scene
The heavy wooden doors of the courtroom swung open, and Min-Soo was led inside, his wrists bound in cold steel. The room buzzed with whispers as he took his seat. Ha-Joon sat in the front row, his face pale but composed, while Seo-Won sat beside him, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Min-Soo with a deadly glare.
"All rise," the bailiff announced as the judge entered.
The trial proceeded, the prosecutor listing Min-Soo's long history of threats, manipulation, and violence against Ha-Joon. The evidence was damning—text messages, witness statements, and security footage capturing Min-Soo's final, failed attempt to attack Ha-Joon before his arrest.
When it was his turn to speak, Min-Soo merely smirked, his voice laced with amusement. "Everything I did, I did because he deserved it." His words sent a cold shiver through the courtroom.
Ha-Joon clenched his fists, Seo-Won's hand tightening protectively over his.
The judge's gavel struck the wood. "Min-Soo, you have shown no remorse for your actions. The court finds you guilty and sentences you to indefinite psychiatric confinement until deemed no longer a danger to society."
Min-Soo's smirk didn't waver, even as the guards took him away. As he passed Ha-Joon, he whispered, "This isn't over."
Ha-Joon stiffened, but before he could react, Seo-Won pulled him close, whispering, "He'll never hurt you again."
Min-Soo only chuckled as the courtroom doors shut behind him.