hostage
Prompt: story idea for a story where (insert au here i have no ideas hfgkjdgh) versions of the side are all fighting some evil force. because evil. idk man im bullshitting my way through school AND this ask lmao. basically someone gets hurt/captured and someone else trades themself to get them back and then everyone else has to go safe them :0 /nf ofc just an idea :D - anon
you did say any fandom and I really missed this one :)
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Warnings: canon typical violence, hostage situation, implied/referenced domestic abuse
Pairings: gahan, same ambiguity as the canon
Word Count: 5506
The weight of the blade pressed against his throat makes it difficult to breathe.
The hand in his hair is cruelly soft, carding fingers through in a mocking imitation of a comforting act as a voice laughs in his ear.
“Oh, don’t pout,” Sunah purrs, lifting the knife a little higher, “you’re getting what you wanted. Look at how much attention you’re getting right now, isn’t this nice?”
A soft coo as a whine gasps out of his mouth.
“Aww, look at you, you’re so needy.” She cards her fingers through Gaon’s hair again. “How do they put up with you?”
At least it’s not Elijah, he thinks frantically, at least it’s not Elijah.
“You look so sad,” she says in a childish voice, “are they not treating you well?”
In a sudden movement, the knife momentarily shifts as she straddles Gaon’s lap. Gaon tenses, a new kind of fear flickering across his face. Sunah seizes it, the curve of her posture speaking volumes about how much the power she holds thrills her.
“Do you want to be treated well,” she asks in a voice that makes his skin crawl, “is that why you’re being a good little dog?”
Gaon’s breathing hitches. He bites his gag and doesn’t move.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Sunah says, tapping his nose, “don’t bark at me. Bad dogs get put down.”
“We’re ready.”
Sunah’s expression falls a bit, disappointed at having her game ruined, but she gets up and turns as Gaon sees a camera being wheeled toward them. His eyes widen.
They’re going to…film him?
“Young Master,” Sunah says, smiling—yes, apparently they’re filming this and sending it to Yohan, this is going to end well— “how good of you to join us.”
They must have started recording. The knife is at his throat again. He can feel it as he tries to breathe, tries to stay strong for the camera. Sunah presses the knife deeper, deeper, until Gaon finally moves his head to try and alleviate it and Sunah tsks.
“He’s quite skittish,” she remarks, hand traveling down to trace patterns onto the bare skin of Gaon’s throat, “I can see why you like watching him.”
Don’t let them see you sweat.
His fist tightens.
Sunah’s hand is still moving, down toward the open collar of Gaon’s shirt. The camera can see probably see him fighting not to move, the threat of the knife keeping him still.
“You know what I want, Young Master.” The knife digs a little more into his neck. “I want you to play with me, not these dogs.”
He feels the moment a trickle of blood drips down to his collar.
“Didn’t you kill one of your father’s hunting hounds?”
The camera stops recording—had he ever seen it turn on?—and wheels away as Sunah pulls away the knife and wipes it off. Gaon watches as she chuckles and beckons to a few men standing off in the shadows. She looks at him one more time, the way most people look at a spider before they put it in someone else’s bed, and leaves him as their shadows close over him.
————
Not many things can rattle Kang Yohan, but a phone call from a crying Elijah does the trick.
He can’t make out most of it through the sobs—which isn’t helping at all—but the few things he can catch have him running for the car.
Attempted kidnapping. Kim Gaon. Hostage. Jung Sunah.
K’s voice comes over the phone next. Elijah and Judge Kim were out to run an errand with his cop friend, Yoon Soohyun. Judge Kim had stepped out for a moment to pick up something, leaving the two of them in the car. According to Elijah, a group of thugs had come to try and take her, but Judge Kim and the cop had fought them off.
His grip on the phone tightens when he hears that Judge Kim traded himself to make sure the cop could get Elijah home safely.
“Where are you now?”
“At the mansion. Elijah and the cop are both still here. She’s working to calm Elijah down.”
Yohan snorts. Good luck to her.
“And Judge Kim?”
“Unknown, Chief.”
“Find him,” he barks, already speeding down the road, “find him now.”
————
Soohyun-unnie isn’t as good a cook as Gaon, but she says he taught her how to make simple things and the street toast sandwiches are pretty good.
Could do with less sugar next time.
“I can never get the balance right,” Soohyun-unnie sighs, leaning on her hand as she eats her own sandwich, “Gaon-ah always yells at me. I’m never trying to make his ramen recipe again.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, I didn’t mix the egg in right or something like that and he made me wait outside with his plants.”
“Why does he have so many plants?”
She shrugs. “He likes to take care of them. He’s very good at it. We all enjoy the things we’re good at, I suppose.”
Elijah does enjoy her computers. And winning.
“Do you want another?”
She shakes her head, putting her plate down in the sink and letting Soohyun-unnie give her a hot mug. “We need to find him, unnie.”
“I know.” She looks over to where K is lingering in the background, on the phone to someone. Probably unnie’s boss. “I’m sure he’ll tell us if he finds anything.”
“No! We should be doing something! We were there, we saw them, can’t we go find them?”
“Did you see a car? A plate number?”
“No, but I know their faces, I saw them—they were wearing dark clothes and carried baseball bats and—“
“Describe their faces.”
Elijah scowls. “You were there too, unnie, what are you talking about?”
“But did you see them?” Soohyun-unnie looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “Can you tell me exactly what they looked like? What build were they, did one of them walk with a limp, how tall were they?”
Elijah opens her mouth to tell her exactly what she saw, but she falters. Unnie just watches her, drinking her own tea.
This is stupid. She was there, she should be able to say what she saw. They were outside a convenience store, she could name the address, what car is Soohyun-unnie’s, they could—
Wait.
“The cameras,” she blurts out, “the—the store had cameras. We can look at the footage! We’ll be able to see where they went!”
“I’d have to check the systems—“
“No, I’ll do it, it’ll be faster.”
Unnie just sighs and puts down her cup. “For the record, I did not hear that, and I will not be in the room while you magically come across the footage.”
Elijah pays her no more attention, wheeling as quickly as she can to her room and setting her fingers flying across the keyboard. She hears muffled conversation and loud footsteps—her uncle must be home—and types in the things she needs, eyes trained on the screen.
Then she stops.
An email.
From an unknown address.
Frowning, she runs her scans on it—no malware or viruses detected—and hesitantly opens it. The body of the email is empty, no signature, no greeting, no text of any kind, and only one attachment.
Her cursor moves over and she runs the scan again.
Nothing. It’s just a video.
She clicks it.
And screams.
————
Yohan is in Elijah’s room before the scream ends, bursting through ready to defend his niece from whatever must be attacking her, only to freeze.
Kim Gaon is on her computer screen, tied to a chair, gagged, with Jung Sunah holding a knife to his throat.
“Young master. How good of you to join us.”
Footsteps as the others rush in behind him. He hears the cop gasp Gaon’s name. He watches her hand trail over the skin of Gaon’s throat, down to his chest, claiming and filthy and repulsive.
He knows what that touch feels like and for a moment, he’s seized by an unmistakable urge to cut her hands off. He savors it as Gaon flinches away and she chuckles.
“You know what I want, Young Master, I want you to play with me. Not these dogs.”
Distantly, he hears K mutter to the cop about knowing where this building is, who to call.
“Didn’t you kill one of your father’s hunting hounds?”
The video goes black, the sight of Gaon’s eyes still lingering on the empty screen. He sees his own face in the reflection and takes a deep breath.
“Find him,” Elijah’s voice says, smacking his arm, “find him and bring him home.”
————
K has never enjoyed cleaning up the messes that he and Kang Yohan so often leave behind.
He likes it even less when it involves the rescue of a hostage.
The small broken body they find in a warehouse is no exception. Judge Kim is still tied to a chair, ankles and wrists mangled from thrashing against the restraints. His hair is matted and clumps are sticking up, coated in something dark. He’s breathing shallowly and something…something is making it hard.
K makes quick work of the bindings, carefully manipulating the slack limbs until they’re free. He can see the evidence of his torment just in the way his fingers have lost circulation. On his other side, Yohan’s jaw is tight as he checks for a pulse.
“Is he good to move?”
A sharp nod and K begins to take off his coat. He wraps it around Judge Kim’s bruised and battered form and helps get him into Yohan’s arms. Without a word, they know that the doctor will need to be called as soon as possible.
The drive to the mansion is tense, quiet, none willing to break the silence. Every so often, a stuttering breath will draw their attention and Yohan will carefully shift Judge Kim so he can breathe easily.
They manage to get him into the bathroom, laying him down with a towel to support his head. Despite rescuing him from the explosion, Judge Kim looks breakable there and K decides he never wants to see it again. He glances over to see a similar conclusion forming on Yohan’s face.
“Call the doctor,” he hears himself saying, “I’ll see what I can figure out.”
Yohan nods sharply—the only way he’s been able to, apparently—and sweeps out of the room. K takes a deep breath and slowly pulls away the fabric of the coat.
He remembers something someone had said, an eon ago.
Dead people don’t look like people, they look like things.
Here, now, lying on the tile, Judge Kim almost looks like a thing.
K swallows and gets to work, pulling away the last of the fabric, making sure Judge Kim can still breathe. He winces as his hand brushes something wet and it comes away red. He turns his head carefully to the side and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it’s just a patch of his hair, dragged through a small puddle of water from under the sink. He takes another breath and turns his attention to the mess of his clothes.
As soon as he begins to tug at her buttons, Judge Kim mumbles.
“It’s okay, Judge Kim,” he says, “the doctor just needs to—ah!”
He’s cut off when he flails suddenly, striking out at him with a strength that catches him off-guard. He muffles a curse and quickly reaches out.
“Relax,” he tries, catching hold of him before he can hurt himself, “Judge Kim, you’re safe, it’s okay, calm down—“
“No—no, no, stop, please—“
“You’re safe, Judge Kim, you’re not there,” he tries again, “stop, you’re going to hurt yourself—“
“Let me go—you—you—you said if I was good you wouldn’t, I didn’t do anything,” Judge Kim sobs, “please, please—“
“It’s me, it’s me, Judge Kim,” he tries desperately, “wake up, it’s okay—“
“Hyung, please!”
K freezes. Judge Kim is looking at him but his eyes are glazed over. He stares through him without seeing him and whatever—whoever he’s seeing isn’t good. This is bad. This is really bad.
“…Judge Kim—“
“I’ll be good,” comes the broken voice, “I won’t fight this time, I promise—I’ll—I can be good, I can be good.”
K can only let go of his wrists, watching in a stupor as he goes limp, trembling on the cold floor.
“Please,” he sobs again, “what—what did I do wrong? I didn’t mean to, I—I didn’t mean to, please—please—“
Heart in his throat, K watches in a horrified numb state as Judge Kim slowly lapses back into sleep, body exhausted. He swallows with difficulty, moving back. His head still rings with the pleas.
He is not too proud to admit that he underestimated Judge Kim. But he never imagines he would be hiding something like this. What else is he hiding?
Footsteps approaching and he swallows again as Yohan walks into the room.
“The doctor will be here shortly,” he hears, “how is he?”
“Hurt,” K says unhelpfully, “really hurt.”
Yohan raises an eyebrow. “Perhaps we should strive for a more detailed report next time,” he says lightly, reaching for Judge Kim’s clothes.
In a flash, K catches his wrist and pulls him back.
“Don’t,” he says firmly, ignoring the look of surprise, “don’t touch him.”
He knows that Yohan can tell something’s happened—he can count on one hand the times he’s grabbed him like that—but he just nods. K lets go, feeling Yohan settle into place beside him. He can feel Yohan ask the question wordlessly, wanting to know what’s rattled K so badly that not only has he not done his job, he’s prevented Yohan from doing it as well.
He tries to find words.
He tries.
He tries to put into words how it felt to have Judge Kim suddenly surge to life underneath his grip, terrified of someone he couldn’t see.
He tries to put into words how it hurt to hold him still, keep him restrained, when it looked and felt like nothing more than adding to whatever torment they’d put him through.
He tries to put into words the way his heart damned near stopped as Judge Kim cried out for someone to stop. Someone he couldn’t see, someone who wasn’t there, someone who had left a mark so deep into Judge Kim’s mind that now, after everything that’s happened tonight, it is there that he found himself.
He tries. He can’t.
Yohan doesn’t say a word beside him. He doesn’t need to. He’s never needed to ask a question twice, K knows, not of him. Once K knows he wants something, he’ll get it one way or another.
Only this time, K doesn’t know how to give it to him.
He could describe what happened, make it cold and impersonal the way they both know how, but that would only turn Judge Kim into a thing.
He could ask Yohan knows any of Judge Kim’s former hyungs, but the word seizes his tongue and refuses to roll off of it, rendering him speechless.
He could say he doesn’t want to tell him.
Even as he thinks it, he has to hold back a scoff.
Something like that would never work.
Some hysterical part of him says that he should let Yohan find out for himself. Let him be the one to see Judge Kim writhe and beg and plead for mercy from a demon so vast it seems to swallow him whole. Let him try and keep him from hurting himself only to feel like he’s the one who did this to him, the ones they can and can’t see. Let him be stunned, struck with equal curiosity and terror that the sweet judge that never fails to make Elijah smile could hide something like this.
Part of him wonders if Yohan would be better at it. Would know what to do, how to hold him so he doesn’t hurt himself as he struggles in the grip. How to speak softly yet firmly enough to pull him out of the demon’s hold. Maybe he would glance over at K as if to say ‘this is what you were so worried about?’ He thinks he could be relieved by it.
Part of him thinks that Yohan would freeze. That he would hear the sobs that choke out of Judge Kim’s throat and be stunned stiff by them, unable to reconcile the gentle smiles with the war-torn pleas. That he would never again be able to look at him without seeing his terrified face, the way his gaze rent him asunder, and wonder if that’s how he saw him too.
K wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
So they sit there and they wait, as they did in the car, for the doctor to arrive.
He knows as soon as the doctor asks them to leave that Yohan is still expecting an answer. In a rare burst of defiance, he turns away from the closing door and marches off. Not to leave—he’s not that brave—but enough to put distance between him and that room.
If Judge Kim wakes up again while the doctor is conducting his examination, K doesn’t want to be anywhere near earshot. He’s not sure he can hear it a second time.
He stalks to the kitchen and blindly opens a cabinet, groping for a glass. He shoves it under the tap, uncaring that water splashes onto his hand as he fills it up. It’s cold. It’s wet. That’s all he needs it to be.
He drains half of it in one gulp, panting, then the other half. It rushes down his throat and with it goes the remnants of the word.
He doesn’t understand. He can stay the name of the woman who murdered his family. He can say the names of the men and women who would happily watch the nation burn just to fatten their own pockets. He’s said the word ‘hyung’ before.
Never before did it cling to the inside of his mouth with such revulsion.
He doesn’t need to turn around to know Yohan’s followed him. The man has a presence, something Judge Kim had remarked on early in their relationship. He’s tangible, almost, as if you become attuned to him and his whereabouts as he moves.
He can feel it now, over his shoulder, leaning against the door to the kitchen, waiting. Probably wondering the same thing K is: what happened in the few moments that he was away, what possibly could have caused such an extreme reaction?
The water doesn’t give him any answers.
He swallows the vestiges of the revulsion and turns, keeping his head bowed.
“I can find them,” he says instead,” they shouldn’t be difficult to track. That area has enough security cameras that the coverage should have caught some of it.”
Yohan hums, pushing off the wall. “It would also help to look at the video they left us too, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Considering you pointed it out, it would only make sense for you to include it.”
“Yes.”
They stand there for a moment, still. Silence seems to cling to the pair of them tonight.
“I doubt it will get done if you just stand there,” comes the tease, “or are you waiting to be dismissed?”
The first question, he’s sure, one of many. And he could leave now, deal with the smug smile of being caught off-guard, and find the bastards he can punish for hurting Judge Kim, but no. No, he can’t leave. Not yet. Something keeps him rooted to the floor, stuck, even as Yohan tilts his head.
“I should wait,” he settles on eventually, “to hear what the doctor says.”
There. A partial truth. He’s gotten good at those.
Just not as good as the man in front of him.
“I can send you an update when I get it,” Yohan says, taking a step closer, “and I’m sure Judge Kim would be grateful if you were already looking for the people that hurt him when he wakes up.”
K swallows, still looking at the ground. Yohan keeps coming closer.
“You seem quite concerned,” he says, “over Judge Kim. Are you worried about his security? Do you think someone is going to try and come here to finish the job?”
Well, he wasn’t.
“You never displayed nearly this much worry for Judge Kim before.”
Oh. That’s what he thinks this is.
It’s not an irrational conclusion to jump to, considering what this must look like from the outside. And it’s true, K and Judge Kim had gotten off to a rocky start, but they’ve warmed up to each other now.
“Should I worry,” Yohan says, a smirk audible, “that if it comes down to choosing between him and me, I won’t be the person you save?”
If this were a normal conversation, K would snap back. Say that how could he be, when Yohan would always save Judge Kim? Say that after his reaction when the bomb went off in the office, he’s in no position to talk about surprising amounts of concern.
But this isn’t a normal conversation, something Yohan picks up on when K doesn’t react to the teasing at all.
“He’ll be okay,” he says, a little warmth injected into his voice now, “they just wanted to send a message, not kill him.”
K just nods.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Yohan pause, narrowing his eyes and looking at K. He lets him look, not that he could stop him, and hopes against all hope that he won’t ask.
He knows when Yohan takes another step closer that his hopes will wither as soon as the other man opens his mouth.
“Something happened,” Yohan says, not a question but a fact, “when I called the doctor. You looked like you’d seen a ghost when I came back.”
He reaches out to tip K’s chin up.
“You still do.”
And there it is, the tiny bit of concern that makes it through the remains of Yohan’s mask. He lets K go but stays close, waiting for K to explain. He should, it isn’t good to keep something like this inside him, it’s already eating him up.
But even speaking it about it feels like a betrayal.
K feels like crying.
Yohan must see because he reaches up, a hand on K’s shoulder now. His touch feels warm and part of him cringes away from it. Judge Kim is still upstairs, reeling from whatever demons have haunted him for who knows how long, and K is the one being comforted. And yet he can’t bring himself to pull away.
“What happened,” Yohan asks, impossibly soft for the two of them, “what happened?”
K shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“You can tell me,” Yohan assures, “I’ll fix it, whatever it is, we can fix it.”
“I can’t,” K repeats, “I—it’s not mine to tell.”
Yohan’s eyes widen. He can practically see the man trying to put the pieces together in his head, of why K is so shaken by what happened tonight and why he’s refused to tell Yohan. The hand on his shoulder never tenses, never hurts, but there’s something else there now.
“I’m sorry I ran,” he mumbles when the revulsion gives way to shame over his tongue, “I just…I couldn’t hear it again.”
Yohan shakes his head; the apology isn’t needed. K watches his expression flicker. His curiosity isn’t sated, not by a long shot, but he won’t press K for anything else right now.
K loves him a little bit, just for that.
“Did the doctor say how long it would be? Or take?”
Yohan shakes his head. “It shouldn’t be much longer, though.”
He glances up.
“Do you want to check?”
K swallows and squares his shoulders. “Let’s go.”
“You can wait here if you want.”
K shakes his head. If Judge Kim can carry that much hidden behind kind words and sweet smiles, he can bear this while he’s in pain.
Luckily, it is quiet when they return to the hall outside the room. Yohan folds his arms as they wait, K pulling out his phone to distract himself by looking for whatever goons hurt Judge Kim. They can’t touch Jung Sunah, not yet, but they can get rid of her pawns. After a moment, he feels Yohan’s gaze on him.
He glances up. Yohan doesn’t look away but meets him steadily. The glimmer of concern still hasn’t left.
Maybe this, this one look into just how much they don’t know about Judge Kim will be enough to make them consider changing that.
Even if K can never hear him say the word ‘please’ again.
————
It’s not as severe this time, the doctor had said, he’ll need a few days to recover from the bruising, but he shouldn’t need any bed rest.
See, Yohan thinks as he stares down at the prone body, you should be fine. Now wake up so I can scold you.
But Judge Kim, obstinate and disobedient Judge Kim, does not move.
Wake up. Wake up now. You need to wake up. Elijah needs to scold you too. So does your little cop friend. You need to wake up and stop avoiding us.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Elijah has been in here too. She’s asleep now—at least she should be, the cop had promised to try and get her to sleep. The cop is still here too, downstairs working with Lawyer Ko on how to pin this on Jung Sunah somehow. He should be down there too, figuring out why she made such a risky move by sending him the video with her in it, what she’s playing at, what she’s hoping for. Or out with K, hunting.
But instead he’s here. On the bed, again, waiting for Kim Gaon to wake up.
You didn’t need to have another injury to stay here. Elijah would be so upset if she found out that’s why you did it. She already told me to bring you home, do you think she would let me let you leave?
When did you get so close to my niece, Kim Gaon? I never told you to do that. And now she bothers me about eating and sleeping properly. She never used to do that. She bothers K about it too.
I didn’t tell you to get close to K either.
K…K had come back just long enough to see Gaon settled into the bed before disappearing again. The haunted look on his face still hasn’t left as far as he knows.
What did you do? What happened in the two minutes I was not in the room? You’ve been keeping secrets from me, Kim Gaon, I don’t like that. When you wake up, you need to tell me everything. You should do that now. Wake up so I can scold you for keeping secrets from me.
The door swings open behind him and he doesn’t have to look to know it’s Elijah. “You should be asleep.”
“I was. I woke up.”
“Go back to sleep.”
She doesn’t listen—not that he expected her to—and wheels over to stare at Gaon. She’s been crying. She reaches out to touch his hand.
“Wake up,” she orders, giving it a little shake, “you need to wake up now.”
Nothing happens for her either. He should send her back to bed, make her sleep, but he doesn’t.
What have you done to us, Kim Gaon?
He doesn’t know how long they sit there, long enough that Lawyer Ko comes up to tell him he’s leaving, that the cop comes up to see him too, that K comes back.
It is very, very late when Kim Gaon finally stirs.
Elijah shrieks his name and he winces, trying to sit up only for the cop to bark out an order to stay still, you big dummy, you’re hurt!
“I know,” he mumbles, “kind of hard not to notice that.”
“You’re an idiot,” Elijah declares, “you’re stupid.”
“Yah, I just woke up! Are both of you teaming up on me?”
“Yes,” they say at the same time and he rolls his eyes.
“You’re okay,” he says softly, reaching out for Elijah, “that’s good.”
“You’re not allowed to get hurt,” she says, even as her hand trembles, covering his, “you have to come home and stay here where it’s safe.”
Yohan can see Gaon’s breathing hitch when she calls the mansion home and the cop quickly puts her hands on Elijah’s shoulders.
“We should let him rest,” she says, “he needs to heal so we can yell at him properly.”
“Make him stay,” Elijah calls as she wheels out, looking over her shoulder, “he needs to stay.”
“Where exactly am I going to go?” Gaon grumbles as the door closes.
When neither of them says anything, he looks up.
“Is something wrong?”
He hears K withdrawing discreetly. He’s going to have to ask what happened eventually, no one gets to keep secrets about Judge Kim from him anymore, but for now he focuses on the stupid man lying in the bed in front of him.
“You cannot afford to be reckless,” he says, watching Gaon’s expression darken, “what were you thinking?”
“They were going to take Elijah.” His jaw sets. “I couldn’t let that happen.”
“Why didn’t you call for help, then?”
“What would you have done? You were miles away, so was K, no one else was around. If I hadn’t done anything—“
“If you had gotten in the car and driven away—“
“Then they could’ve reached in and gotten her!” Gaon glares up at him. “I was keeping her safe, Soohyun-ah did the right thing, she drove off with Elijah so they couldn’t get her—“
“But they got you.”
“So?”
Rage flares and he stands up. “So you cannot afford to be so careless with your own life!”
“What, so I should’ve just let them take Elijah?” He struggles to sit up more and Yohan just pushes him back down. “I should’ve let them take her?”
“You’re missing the point.”
“I don’t think I am. You’re angry at me for getting hurt but I got hurt so Elijah wouldn’t. Isn’t that what you want? You want Elijah to be safe! She is safe!”
“But you were not!”
“So?”
They both stop, breathing hard. Gaon just scowls harder, pushing against his hand. His skin is warm and slightly damp under his palm, heart thudding against his ribs.
“So what,” he repeats, quieter now but no less enraged, “so what? Do you just want to have your Left Associate Judge look all pretty and be set dressing for you? Huh? Is that it? So it won’t look too empty?”
Oh, this stubborn, fierce, beautiful boy…
“My face is fine, Chief Kang,” Gaon borderline snarls, “they’ll put makeup on me and the collar of my robes is high enough to cover the cut. I’ve had worse than this. I’ll be fine for court.”
He’s still panting, still straining against the hand on his chest. But he’s tiring, anger only giving him a short burst of energy as his arms begin to tremble from the weight of him. Yohan slips his other arm under his back to catch him when his left elbow buckles, lowering him back to the bed with his arm still there. The imprint of the mark left from the explosion is still there, just barely.
Like this, he’s closer now, able to feel Gaon’s chest heaving against his side as well as his hand. He’s bruised, painted awful shades of green and yellow and purple. None of which are good colors for him. His eyes drift upward to the crimson scratch on his throat.
His hand moves, tracing upwards, until he can reach for it. Gaon tenses and he looks at his face, seeing apprehension as he carefully touches the mark.
“They hurt you,” he says, voice lowered too, “she hurt you.”
The roll of Gaon’s throat works against his hand.
“No one gets to hurt you. No one gets to touch you. Do you understand?”
Gaon’s jaw wobbles but he nods.
“Say it. Say you understand. No one touches you. No one hurts you.”
“No one touches me,” his boy repeats, “no one hurts me. I understand.”
“Good.”
You will pay for this, Jung Sunah, he promises as he traces the mark again, you will suffer for it.
————
"You called me 'hyung.'"
Gaon's eyes widen. There's a faint ringing in his ears and he stares at K. Thank god Yohan left for work hours ago. "I..."
K glances at the door, making sure Elijah isn't going to come in. "I didn't tell him."
"Thank you."
"But you should tell him soon."
He bristles. "And why should I?"
"Because would you rather he finds out about it first, or Jung Sunah?"
...right.
When he doesn't say anything for a few more moments, K sighs. "Can he still hurt you?"
Gaon's silence is pointed.
"A name."
"No."
"Then give it to Kang Yohan." K's eyes bore into his. "You know what he'll do."
Gaon can't be sure who he's talking about, and he's not sure it makes that much of a difference.
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That’s right, Yohan from episode 9! Let’s be clowns (or not so much anymore) on Tumblr with another one of my self-indulgent TDJ/Gahan posts hehe. And as Sunah from episode 9 has said:
Indeed. Am I the only one feeling the anticipated pain of the end of the series? It's getting closer and closer and I'm already sad and suffering. Why do good things have to end? What am I going to do with my life then? I don’t remember what my days were like before the lawful husbands and lawful family. *sigh* Okay, back to being positive and talk about episode 10.
Gaon entering the room looking at Yohan while doing that tongue thing would be a good starting point?
We have Yohan and his duality of being an adorable and hot dilf at the same time by just existing, in this case he had just made a tower of cards. Gaon finds out that’s the only thing Yohan uses cards for because he never played any card games with people. Can you hear my heart breaking? Gaon blurts out that Yohan could play with his family or friends. Things get awkward and their faces are really funny but apart from the main reason for the awkwardness (Yohan not having a family besides Elijah that probably doesn’t want to play with him, nor friends outside of work and vengeance related things), Gaon was including himself. That’s how it felt to me when watching this.
“You have me. We are a family now, we can play together. Haven’t we eaten together when you used to do it alone too?” And with Yohan’s dumbfounded face, Gaon thinks it better “We’re married but you’re not ready to call us a family? Okay, what about friend?” and Yohan is not impressed so Gaon is like “Am I a joke to you? Forget it”:
Awe, Gaon just wants Yohan to acknowledge their relationship. But I feel sorry for Yohan too, it’s not easy for him to talk about his feelings and be openly honest about them yet. It would mean he has something to lose and protect, he likes to pretend he doesn’t has such a thing even when we already know what he thinks and feels through his actions and the way he looks at Gaon and Elijah. Gaon respects his time and space:
Therefore Yohan doesn’t hang out with anyone to do things like playing cards. Can you guys read what’s in Gaon’s face after Yohan says that? Don’t worry if you can’t, I’ll do it for you:
“What have we been doing all this time at home and during work ever since we met? We literally do this everyday and more than with anyone else. You wouldn’t hang out with me this much if you didn’t like to hang out with people. I must have taken care of so many plants that I became one and I wasn’t aware.”:
Gaon changes the subject to what I assume was the thing he wanted to talk about before seeing the tower of cards. He wanted to thank Yohan for helping him with his parents and the fraud situation. But Yohan dismisses it because for his hubby he would do that and more in a heartbeat, no need to thank him:
Who do you guys think will be at the top of “the building” Yohan and Gaon have to reach and destroy? When they were talking about it, my head automatically thought of Sunah. And by the end of the episode the chances of being her are higher than ever. Which is a bit obvious, we all know she is Yohan’s true nemesis. It’s in the drama's description lol.
Was it the nanny, Elijah or Gaon that taught the AI secretary that Gaon was one of the owners of the house? Does it learn from the environment and listened to the Nanny calling Gaon as young master? Maybe some interaction between Gahan and it came to that assumption or something like that? It’s so amusing to me and to Yohan too. Gaon is also pleased. “If you’re not going to acknowledge our marriage, at least this very smart secretary will”:
Yohan asking for Gaon’s input on what their next trial should be before deciding to do exactly what he’s told. He’s whipped! Doing whatever his spouse tells him to do (when asked) and thinking it’s better that way. How things change. I mean, the staring and wanting to see if the other is approving their decisions and words is happening since episode 1, but don’t talk about it in front of them, they might get shy:
Jinju back at it again, suspecting Yohan and trying to see him in a bad light but Gaon’s protective mode enters the chat, changing the subject to something that would favor them instead (what Gaon was waiting to talk about):
Gaon’s little chuckle and smile when Yohan finishes his train of thought for him in here (they complete each other’s sentence hehe) was so endearing. This entire scene was one of my favs of this episode bc domestic and smiley gahan communicating through heart eyes (sometimes eye f*cking) is so heartwarming. The proud, fondness, lawful family, power couple (fighting together for justice while looking hot af and protecting each other) and jealousy moments are my weakness too:
Yohan showed Gaon he knew Soohyun better than him lol and he was right. Later Gaon received a call that Soohyun planned to go after Juk Chang on her own. Can someone tell Yohan he’s not subtle at all with his bedroom eyes and that pose. Jfc, is he trying to convince Gaon or seduce him? But then again, maybe seducing Gaon is part of convincing him:
Speaking of lawful family, we had a sweet and badass moment of Elijah showing her skills and offering help to dad Gaon. I want more of the lawful family working together to get criminals and making them pay for messing with innocents and disturbing their little bubble of love:
Gaon is so proud and thankful of how lucky he is to have this beautiful smart girl as their daughter, he’s a total dad bragging about his child:
While Elijah is laughing at her clueless ahjussi of a dad and his bestie (Elijah's new friend). I feel so proud too! She’s such an actress inside the drama and for the drama, little genius that we love and must protect at all costs <3:
Of course dad Yohan wouldn’t be out of their family bonding time (he might not play cards but games like this one he plays well). He must have followed his hubby to the location just to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt and when Gaon’s about to get hit by the thugs, he makes his dramatic entrance or it wouldn’t be Yohan. He’s like “you f*ckers tried to hurt my angel of a niece/daughter and now dare to touch my man? Talk about begging for a beating”:
Back to the moment Yohan appeared, “Wow, I think I just fell in love all over again”:
Soohyun surprised by Kang Yohan’s presence and disliking it, nothing new. Gaon telling her in other words to basically mind her own business on getting Juk Chang bc him and his bf will deal with the rest, nothing new:
Cue to lawful power couple. We were well served like in episode 9. That’s the good content we want to see. No, scratch that! Just walking next to each other is content I’d pay to watch for hours, they manage to make it look just as good! Gaon was waiting outside the office to see if Yohan received the okay for Juk Chang’s trial which of course he did:
Yohan watched Gaon leave with a smile on his face but it’s not like he had to go in the opposite direction and did a double take with a smitten smile like a lovestruck fool in a romance kdrama-
WTF??? Geez.
Juk Chang tries to be a smartass and out the lawful husbands to the media. See the double meaning? Hehe:
Too bad he’s talking with one of the Lawful Avengers. Lawyer Ko is like “Sucks to be you” and “I’m about to destroy this man whole career” with the help of Gaon and Yohan:
I was joking about Gaon telling Soohyun to mind her own business like a protective bf would do when she shows her dislike for Yohan. Well, the joke is on me because he does defend Yohan, talking in his favor wistfully and lovingly when she voices out her worries and jealousy of their relationship and I LIVE FOR THAT SH*T. Side note: Soohyun really annoys me when she’s like that. She even called Elijah weird, aren’t they friends? I know it was in an affectionate way if they’re friends but uhh. Elijah is someone she likes according to Gaon and that they both have in common now, it doesn’t make sense to include her when Soohyun is complaining. Anyway, it might just be my clouded judgment bc I’m fed up with her character when it comes to this one sided-love for Gaon and unfair view of Yohan haha. I'm protective of the lawful family as well.
If she said anything negative about Yohan before, Gaon would agree or stay silent and now he’s all “You don’t know him like I do. You haven’t seen him at his best and worse, in his most vulnerable moments and when he gets bigger and stronger to protect what he has left. He needs affection and deserves happiness. I can understand some of his pain, but I got to have a family, good memories and friends like you. He didn’t.” Which Gaon has been working on providing that to Yohan too. If they’re weird, Gaon says he’s weird like them. He includes himself when talking about Yohan and Elijah. They’re a family of weirdos together. I’m not crying, you’re crying:
I have to include Jinju iconic moment during the trial. She swore and used Juk Chang words back at him lmao. I just wish she always stayed like that, a good judge without being influenced by Sunah’s bad ways and the greed for public attention. She could influence Sunah to be a better person instead and become her friend or more hehe:
Before getting to the last Gahan moments, I’ll talk about Sunah. She’s a funny woman, ins’t she? She’s the one that fooled Yohan first when they were still kids and did it again as adults. And when Yohan is living his life doing his own things, protecting his people or making Sunah pay back for what she does to him, he can’t? She’s the only one allowed or she will kill him? Talk about unfairness.
We can’t forget her own horrible experience, no one deserves to go through what she did and she is only trying to protect herself in this twisted world but there’s things she can’t justify and that we can’t defend her. She’s a total psycho (like most villains) and I’m afraid for Yohan’s safety. I think the next few episodes will be a lot worse in terms of angst and my anxiety has to deal with it. Hopefully there will be more domestic and fluff moments in between to make us relax a bit:
Director: how many fondness, savage partners and feeling proud moments per episode do you want?
Writer and Gahan shippers: yes.
The result: Jug Chang was done for. Never be on the receiving end of the lawful husbands wrath and judgment. When alone you won't want them as enemies, but together they are unstoppable and you won't want to be their target.
Married couple watching something together at home and being domestic but it’s Gahan version.“I thought you said Netflix and Chill?” “No, I said Youtube and Kill”:
Yohan teaches Gaon another lesson (Sunah is one of the monsters that is out to get them, right after Yohan’s words). Everyone has an evil side but not all of us has a need to use it or wants to. Some would prefer to die than letting that side come out, others are just waiting an opportunity or excuse like Yohan said, to let it out. It all comes down to your morals and what you stand for. Your ideals. That’s what TDJ is all about. What does it mean to be evil and good? When is it okay to be evil and when it’s not okay to always be good? The lines get blurred, depending on the people and situation, your view, response and acceptance of certain things can change and be influenced:
To conclude in a soft mood, here’s Yohan pretending to bring down the tower of cards to make Gaon smile and feeling accomplished when he succeeds:
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