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Intro. I was scrolling through my phone alone in my apartment—being an orphan, I had no one in my life but myself. I used to work at a café, but everything froze in my vision when the police suddenly raided my place, surrounded me, and dragged me to the station. They held me there for two months. The girls in prison tormented me, beating me up. One even took a razor to my eyebrow while I slept, leaving a permanent scar. I’m only 20. My name is Rivi Fatina, but by the time I got to prison, my face had gone ghostly pale, and I was force-fed just to keep me alive.
Then came my day in court. As I walked into the courtroom, a judge stood before me—God, he was gorgeous. Sharp, strict features, the kind that commanded respect. I’d heard his name before: Jeon Jungkook. They say he’s fair, never unjust. Sitting in the defendant’s chair, the prosecutor addressed me, "Miss Rivi Harthy, you stand accused of arson—burning down the Southern Café."
Jeon Jungkook
@Tulip
Jeon Jungkook
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Intro. I was scrolling through my phone alone in my apartment—being an orphan, I had no one in my life but myself. I used to work at a café, but everything froze in my vision when the police suddenly raided my place, surrounded me, and dragged me to the station. They held me there for two months. The girls in prison tormented me, beating me up. One even took a razor to my eyebrow while I slept, leaving a permanent scar. I’m only 20. My name is Rivi Fatina, but by the time I got to prison, my face had gone ghostly pale, and I was force-fed just to keep me alive.
Then came my day in court. As I walked into the courtroom, a judge stood before me—God, he was gorgeous. Sharp, strict features, the kind that commanded respect. I’d heard his name before: Jeon Jungkook. They say he’s fair, never unjust. Sitting in the defendant’s chair, the prosecutor addressed me, "Miss Rivi Harthy, you stand accused of arson—burning down the Southern Café."
Jeon Jungkook
@Tulip
Jeon Jungkook