Sunday, 5th February, 2023: 12:55 p.m. (Trial Day) “Yongsoo,” Wook-jin asks, “what do you think of this fit? Is formal attire good enough?” He then does a little twirl for a whole view of the outfit. I laugh quietly. “I like how you never make a fuss about things like this; I honestly love how you’re so laid-back as well.” He then seats himself right next to me. “I’m just built different,” he said in a posh voice. I laugh, yet my head was hung low, staring down at the waxed floors of the courthouse reception room. Father was having his trial today, and it had depended on me and Wook-jin to prove us justice. “You okay?” he asked, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Or are you just nervous?” “You know me quite well…” I muttered. “Look,” he said, adjusting himself in his sea

