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Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: panic attacks, implied/reference domestic abuse, sunah being creepy

Pairings: the canon levels of queer ambiguity surrounding our main two judges

Word Count: 5366

"I called him 'hyung,'" he mumbles and feels the noose around his neck tighten, "that's what happened."

"What?"

"That night. When you—when it was just him. He was trying to help me and I—I called him 'hyung.'"

"Yah," Elijah cries when Gaon's the one knocking on her door, "what are you doing? Yohan said you're supposed to stay in bed until you're better!"

"Since when do you listen to him?"

She glares at him. "You're an idiot and you're going to hurt yourself."

He laughs and she hates him a little bit for how much it makes her want to give in. She's stronger than that. He's the one hurt, she's the smart one. "Both of those things are probably true, but I was getting restless."

She allows herself one more glower before she's reluctantly letting him into her room. He bows his head like he always does and walks inside. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast, but if I'm too ill to be standing—"

"Oh, shut up," she grumbles, already wheeling out the door, listening to him laugh again behind her, "what are you making?"

"What would you like?"

"The toast you made a few days ago."

"Then that is what we'll eat. Do you want to help?"

"Can I?"

Gaon puts her to work chopping the cabbage and slicing the bread while he warms up a pan on the stove. He reaches for the butter dish and sighs when he sees what's underneath. "I shouldn't be surprised that neither of you eats butter, but you should try to."

"Why? Doesn't it just make you fat?"

"What's wrong with being fat?"

Elijah pauses, her knife still in the air, before she shrugs. "The doctors said I should try and stay the same weight. And isn't being fat bad for you?"

"No. In fact, most studies show that fat people are happier and live longer."

"Then why are we told not to get fat?"

Gaon shrugs. "Who knows? My point was that you can eat butter if you want to."

"Oh. Then you should put the butter dish closer to the edge of the counter so I can reach it."

He sets it back down, right near the other container with her cereal. A few moments later, he comes over to see where she is with the cabbage, smiling and taking the small bowl from her over to the stove. He cracks an egg and then another, and soon the kitchen fills with the sizzle of cooking food.

"Soohyun-unnie says you taught her how to cook."

"Simple things, nothing complicated." He rolls his eyes. "I learned my lesson about leaving her alone in the kitchen for complicated things."

"Why, what happened?"

"Oh, she almost set fire to my curtains."

Elijah bursts out laughing. "How clumsy was she?"

"It was more like she didn't understand how hot you could make a pan with oil in it before it explodes. Very dangerous." He points at her with his spatula. "You won't be doing anything like that, will you?"

"No, I'm not stupid."

"No, you're not."

She raises her head and nods to herself, going back to finish chopping the cabbage. When she's done and it's all in another bowl, she carries it over to the stove and sets it next to his elbow. He flips what's in the pan over a few more times before carefully using the spatula to cut it apart, laying it on the bread slices.

"Do you have the sugar?"

"Yes, it's right here."

The toast takes shape between them and when they've finished, there's a pile on the plate. Elijah sighs and reaches for one only for Gaon to lightly smack her hand.

"Yah! What are you doing?"

"Eat at the table," he scolds, picking up the plate and carrying it over, "then you won't get crumbs everywhere."

She grumbles but does as she's told, wheeling over and waiting for him to set the plate down between them. "Aren't you sitting down too?"

"I'm going to make coffee. You go ahead and eat, though."

She does, uncaring of the crumbs now that she's got a plate underneath her, watching him as he goes through the cabinets until he finds the coffee he wants. With the way he's turned, she can't stop her eyes traveling over the bandage on his neck, nor the rest of him. Her hands stutter momentarily when she thinks about the video.

"We should kill her."

Gaon startles, looking over. "Who?"

"Jung Sunah. The woman who cut you and sent me that video."

"She sent it to you?" He looks horrified at the mention of it. "I'm so sorry, Elijah, you shouldn't have seen that."

"What are you apologizing to me for? You're the one she hurt!" Her hands tighten on her wheels. "We should kill the others who hurt you too."

He lets out another laugh, but this one doesn't sound happy. Gaon should only laugh when he's happy. "You want to kill a lot of people."

"Don't you want to kill them too?"

His hands slow, then pause, as he leans on the counter. He's quiet for a long moment as something flickers across his expression.

A bird chirps outside.

"I don't know," he says finally, picking himself up and going back to making coffee, "by the way, have you seen my phone?"

"Why should I have seen it?"

"I lost it when they took me, I thought they kept it. If they found it when they found me, I figured Chief might have given it to you."

"He didn't. I don't know where it is. You should just get a new phone."

"I can't just afford a new phone—"

"Yohan will buy it." She looks up when Gaon splutters. "What?"

Before he can explain himself, K walks in and bows a good-morning to them both. Gaon seizes on the opportunity to talk to another person and quickly offers him breakfast too.

"I don't know—"

"Please," he interrupts, smiling that big smile he does when he wants you to do something, "sit? Have one at least, we made so many."

"'We?'"

"I helped," she says, "they taste good."

"Elijah is an excellent sous-chef."

K gives in and sits, taking one and biting into it. His eyes widen and he nods. "This is good. Thank you, Kim-pansa, Elijah-ssi."

"You're welcome."

"Have you seen my phone anywhere?" Gaon finally comes to join them at the table, carrying two cups of coffee. "I can't find it anywhere."

"It's plugged in behind the desk in the living room."

"Ah, thank you." He gives Elijah a look as he finally picks up his own food. "No need for me to get a new one."

"He would've bought it for you."

K raises an eyebrow and looks between them. "What's going on?"

"If Gaon needed a new phone, Yohan would've bought it for him."

"Elijah!"

"That is untrue—"

"Thank you."

"—because he's already bought one anyway. Your old one should be turned over for evidence."

"Really?"

She bursts out laughing again as K nods seriously. Gaon looks like he's resisting the urge to put his head in his hands as K reaches for his coffee.

"Besides, it's hardly the most expensive thing he's bought you."

"Tell me more!"

"Are you two going to eat your breakfast or not?"

* * *

Yohan stares out of his office window, fingers drumming on his desk. His computer sits open, some email chain he stopped paying attention to ages ago displayed, patiently awaiting his reply. He ignores it, watching one of the billboard screens play an advertisement for the Social Responsibility Foundation.

Why would Jung Sunah make such a big play so early? She's already kidnapped him and warned him off digging around the Foundation. And now she kidnaps his Left Associate Judge and warns him to only play with her? And to do it so blatantly, to put herself on camera, have herself wound Gaon, and to speak to him. Granted, she didn't use his name, but she didn't exactly keep it a secret as to whom she was speaking to.

What's stopping him from releasing that footage and letting the media eat her alive?

It wouldn't make Gaon very happy.

He holds back a scoff. Gaon would be safer without Jung Sunah roaming around, especially now that she apparently has a taste for his blood. And what, he's already thrown Gaon's past to the public and he seems to have been forgiven for that.

Has he forgiven you?

"I don't need his forgiveness," he mutters to himself as he turns back to these wretched emails.

A knock comes from his door.

"Enter."

A distraction walks in, taking the form of Lawyer Ko and Judge Oh, both carrying a large file as they bow and wish him good morning. He waves them to the larger desk by the window and walks over to join them.

"This is for the next trial, yes?"

"That's correct. We've been trying to anticipate the defense's trial strategy and prepare accordingly."

"I was able to find the majority of the evidence through their databases since they have to report their overall records to the public," Judge Oh explains, flipping open the file and running her finger down a large spreadsheet. "It looks as though they're trying to falsely declare the information protected and claim data theft, even though it's public information, by law."

He listens to their explanations. They're good. They're very good. If he hadn't already a plan for this trial, he would be using this one. As it stands, he nods and makes affirmative noises at the appropriate intervals, and continues turning the video over in his mind.

There must be something he's missing. Some piece of leverage, some piece of information, something more than Gaon's dignity she thinks will keep him from releasing it.

"Chief?"

He blinks, focusing on Judge Oh's face. "Yes?"

"You seem lost in thought," she says, "I asked you if you had any input."

"No, no, it seems fine." He waves his hand dismissively. "Send me the charts, I'd like to look them over myself."

"Of course."

He glances out of the window. The advertisement plays again.

Is she banking on his reluctance to play the card she's dealt him so quickly?

"Are you worried about Judge Kim?"

He turns to look at her, taken aback by her sudden question and even more by her perceptiveness. "Why would you ask that?"

"I'm worried about him too. He seems to get himself injured a lot."

Lawyer Ko disguises a snort behind a cough. "That's one way of putting it, sure."

"Is he healing alright?"

Yohan shifts. "How should I know?"

She frowns. "He's staying with you, isn't he?"

He doesn't say anything, inviting her to tell him how exactly she knows that yes, Gaon is currently in his house and will stay there until he heals if he knows what's good for him. Judge Oh closes one of the files and tucks it into her arm.

"His friend called the office earlier to ask if he'd left his phone here. I said he didn't, and she told me what happened."

Something tight closes around Yohan's chest. "She did?"

"Yes." Judge Oh shakes her head. "I can't believe Bamboo Spear are getting so aggressive to beat people up like that. And to take him out on the street like that too—I was half worried he'd be in the hospital."

"He should be."

Ignoring Lawyer Ko's pointed remark and even more pointed look, Yohan stands, signifying that he's quite ready for these people to be out of his office. "He's healing fine."

"Let him know I asked, would you?" He hums. "And tell him to let his friend know when he finds his phone."

"Or gets a new one."

Alright, that's enough out of you. "Didn't you have a meeting with the PD?"

Lawyer Ko just gives him a look that he's starting to see on Elijah's face too and the two of them leave. He makes sure they really are gone before he shakes his head and turns back to his desk. As he goes, he catches sight of his own phone on the desk.

Gaon hadn't asked about it, and he wasn't inclined to just give it back. It could have been tracked, after all, and the police would want it for evidence—Chief Jo especially. And that policewoman would want a way to contact him...

He wouldn't need it while he was still healing. It wasn't like he was going anywhere and K or Elijah could easily keep him updated.

With this in mind, he reaches for the phone to ask for said update when the screen flickers to life, a notification buzzing.

* * *

Judge Kim says please when he's clearing away the dishes and K flinches. He knows Judge Kim sees it because he pointedly does not look at K for the rest of the time spent washing up. He makes polite conversation until Elijah declares she has class and wheels away, leaving them alone.

"Kim-pansa—"

"You said my phone was behind the desk?"

"Yes, but—"

"Thank you." Judge Kim doesn't give him time to say anything else as he strides to the living room. Unfortunately for him, K has had at least one decade of putting up with Kang Yohan's dramatics and walking quickly from a room isn't going to cut it. He gets up and follows, even as Judge Kim startles at his footsteps. "I'm sure you've got things to do, you don't have to babysit me."

"Kim-pansa."

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

Irritation flares at the base of his spine and he steps forward. "Don't play dumb about this. Whoever he is—"

"Is none of your business," Judge Kim snaps, moving purposefully toward his phone. K's arm darts forward and grabs his elbow. "Yah! Let me go!"

"It became my business when you called me 'hyung' while having a traumatic breakdown, so—"

"Keep your voice down," he hisses, glancing upward to make sure Elijah hasn't overheard them.

"So," K continues, even as he lets him go and does lower his voice, "if whoever he is, if he can hurt you that badly without being anywhere near you, I need to know about it."

Judge Kim glances up at the second floor one more time before he resigns himself to the fact that yes, K is going to make him talk about this and steps closer, his voice lowered to almost a whisper. "There's nothing to know. I haven't seen him in years."

"Does he know where you are?"

"Right now? I doubt it." Judge Kim huffs and gestures around. "I'm not exactly where most people would expect me to be right now."

Well, maybe not most people who've spent more than five minutes in the same room as you and Kang Yohan, but he doesn't say that bit out loud. "You're a judge on the Live Court Show, surely he's seen you. And your house isn't exactly the most secure."

"It's fine," comes the stubborn insistence, "besides, I'd just been abducted by Jung Sunah and beaten, I was out of it."

K opens his mouth to say that doesn't make me wrong when something buzzes and Judge Kim almost jumps out of his skin. He winces a moment later, probably having jarred a few of the still-healing wounds, and looks guiltily at the floor.

"Why do you care about this," he asks suddenly, "you've never cared that much about my safety before."

"Who do you think is going to be responsible for looking after you once you do get better?"

Judge Kim scoffs. "Between you and Soohyun-ah I'm not going to be able to go to the bathroom in peace. I'm an adult, K, I can look after myself."

"Like the way you did with this?"

Finally, something flickers behind his calm countenance, something like he's finally taking this seriously. "In case you missed it, I let myself get caught so they wouldn't get Elijah. And unless I'm mistaken about who exactly is important to Kang Yohan—"

"You are!"

The force of his sudden shout rings about the room and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"You are mistaken," he says, watching Judge Kim's eyes widen in shock, "because you wouldn't be here if you didn't mean anything to Kang Yohan. I wouldn't be here with you right now if you weren't important. So you need to look after yourself."

Judge Kim just stares at him. He swallows heavily.

"They've lost too many," K says quietly, "don't make them lose you too."

"…'they?'"

It's K's turn to swallow heavily, drawing himself up a little more. Judge Kim stares at him for a moment longer before the slightest smile comes to his face.

"Don't worry," he whispers, "I won't tell anyone."

"You need to tell him."

His face twitches. "I know."

He looks over his shoulder to where the phone sits plugged in on the windowsill. Something flickers across his features again and for a moment, K sees the terrified man who looked up at him unseeing and called him hyung. The sight of it is almost enough to make him take the words back.

Almost.

* * *

Yohan frowns when he reads the text from K telling him that he needs to give Gaon the new phone tonight. He's about to send a message back asking why, when he hears his door open behind him.

There are only two people with the courage to walk into his office without explicit permission, and one of them is currently healing from wounds at the hands of the other.

He shutters the mask across his features and turns. Jung Sunah smiles sweetly at him, her purse hanging from one finger.

"Young Master," she simpers, walking closer, "you're still here."

"And so are you."

She giggles and stops a breath away. He looks down, absentmindedly recalling his urge to cut her hand off and savoring it as she reaches out to fix his tie. "I expected you to be next to your puppy's side. Or have you decided to put him down too?"

He ignores the cheap remark and tilts his head. "Risky move, sending me that video with yourself in it."

"Oh, that." She turns away and walks to the window. "You and I both know you won't do anything with it."

Oh, do we? He hums, walking over to join her, staring out at the white pavement and the people below. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the self-satisfied smirk curling across her face and inwardly sighs. If she says something about this feeling 'right' or 'belonging up here—'

"It feels good, doesn't it?" She trails a nail along the glass. "Being up here with all of them down there."

"You assaulted a judge of the Live Court Show," he says instead, "threatened to kill him. And you spoke to me as a servant. That doesn't sound like something you want people to know about you."

He sees her hand pause and twitch, clearly fighting the urge to curl into a fist.

"How would they react," he muses, "if they knew?"

Instead of ruffling her further, his remark oddly seems to soothe her. She smiles and turns to face him, wagging her finger like she's scolding a child. "Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, Young Master."

He scoffs. "What do I have to lose from people knowing you used to be my servant?"

The smile only widens. "Didn't your father ever teach you not to let the dogs outside when there are wolves around?"

What?

Without another word, she turns and leaves, the door swinging shut behind her. He stares after her for a moment, before glancing back at his phone and K's warning.

What have you done, Kim Gaon, and what aren't you telling me?

* * *

Gaon looks down at his knees, rubbing his hands idly back and forth. The slight sting of his aching muscles keeps his mind here, in this room, instead of off wherever it wants to wander tonight.

It's probably for the best.

Don't make them lose you too.

Kim Gaon may be a lot of things, but he isn't stupid. He knows that he—and his face—have a place in the Kangs' lives now, if only because he's ruthlessly carved one out for himself. And K's right; the two of them have lost so much, it would be cruel to make them lose him too.

He looks at his hands, sees the scars that trace over almost every inch of visible skin. He's been lucky so far, able to hide them beneath the sleeves of his judge robes or beneath the bench where the cameras won't see. And yet there they are, silverly lines that mark him.

For a brief, fleeting moment, he envies Yohan, whose scars are on his back and easily hidden from view.

He hates himself for it before the thought even finishes forming.

How dare he compare himself, how dare he think something like that? How dare he be ungrateful for what live has afforded to spare him, and how dare he wish for something that he knows brings the man pain every time he walks? It's bad enough they sent that video to Elijah, made her watch the face of her father held at knifepoint and beaten unceremoniously, how can he look at what pain the two have them have suffered and resent them because he was spared it?

He shakes his head slightly to clear it.

That video. Why did they send it to Elijah? Sure, they needed some way to make their hostage claim known and Jung Sunah seemed to relish the power that being in front of a camera gave her, but it was her. And they sent it to Yohan. Surely that's even more of a risky move than just letting them know he'd been kidnapped? What was stopping Yohan from releasing the footage? Then everyone would know that—

He stops, breath catching in his throat.

The scars on his hands start to tingle.

Everyone would know he was captured. Everyone would know why he's absent from the Live Court Show. Everyone would know that despite all the glitz and prestige, despite the aura surrounding the three judges, despite all of that, Judge Kim Gaon is still vulnerable.

…he's never going to be able to go home again, is he?

The sound of the door flying open behind him makes him jump, whirling around to see Yohan himself standing there, still dressed for work.

I'm not there, it's not him.

"You really should knock," he tries, even though he knows it won't work.

"Still my house," Yohan remarks, walking over and tossing him something. He catches it, looking down. "Your number's been changed."

Gaon stares down at the new phone in his hands, then looks over at his old one, sitting on the nightstand. He swallows. "Why?"

"That one needs to be given to Chief Jo for evidence. And there could be a tracker in it."

He nods dumbly. Evidence. From the kidnapping. Just from the kidnapping.

"It can wait until you put the contacts you want in it," Yohan continues, noticing how quiet he's being, "they have a fair bit to go on at this point."

"Right." He forces himself to look up and smile. "Thank you for the new phone. How was work?"

Yohan stares at him for another moment, turning something over in his mind, before he turns and walks toward the window. "Jung Sunah came to see me today."

Alarm shoots him to his feet. "Are you alright?"

He glances over his shoulder, something that's almost fond amusement playing over his features. He nods and Gaon sags in relief, stumbling back a little onto the bed.

"What did she want?"

"To talk about the video."

Gaon hides his hands behind his back. "Did she ask you not to release it?"

Yohan hums noncommittally. "She seemed certain that I wasn't going to."

"What?"

"Mm."

"Why? There's nothing in it that would hurt you."

Why isn't he releasing the video? Why hasn't he released the video? What did Jung Sunah say to him?

What does she know?

"You've been keeping secrets from me."

His hands tense and freeze behind his back as Yohan turns toward him. "What?"

"Something happened with K the night we brought you back." He starts walking closer. "Something he still won't tell me about."

Shit.

"Do you know what Jung Sunah said to me when I asked why she could be sure I wouldn't release the video?" Gaon shakes his head. "That my father knew not to let the dogs outside when there was rumor of wolves."

A memory of a knife held to his throat and the soft croon of a voice calling him a dog.

The faint ringing noise is back. He's floating, only belatedly realizing that he can't feel his hands anymore.

She knows.

Yohan is still waiting for an answer.

Don't let them lose you too.

But how dare he compare his pain to theirs?

He decides then and there that he will not be the reason Jung Sunah gets away with hurting them anymore.

"I called him 'hyung,'" he mumbles and feels the noose around his neck tighten, "that's what happened."

"What?"

"That night. When you—when it was just him. He was trying to help me and I—I called him 'hyung.'"

Yohan is too much a professional to let his confusion show plainly, but he can tell by the silence that it's not good enough. And why would it be? Gaon swallows, glancing around to find something, anything that could help, and his gaze lands on his old phone.

He picks it up and unlocks it, pushing it into Yohan's hands.

"Evidence," he manages, before turning his back and going into the bathroom. The tingle of nausea won't leave the back of his throat and he'd rather not vomit in front of him.

The room is silent save for the gentle tapping noise of Yohan scrolling through the messages and missed call notifications.

A bird chirps outside.

He tries not to flinch and fails miserably as loud footsteps suddenly make for the door and it shuts with a resounding slam. He can't help but sag against the bathroom sink, his hands buried in his hair, bile burning in the back of his throat. He feels cold and hot all over, his hands aching and his body screaming as he gags against the smooth tile.

So.

Yohan knows now.

He wonders if he got as far as at least a whore gives you your money's worth before storming out.

A strangled cry leaves his throat when hands suddenly come to rest on his shoulders and he flails, toppling over and landing hard on the floor.

"Easy," a voice says, "easy."

Yohan—Yohan's still here? He heard him leave, he heard the door close, what—

"Gaon. Gaon. Kim Gaon."

Oh, he realizes when Yohan's voice starts to get more and more urgent, I'm panicking again.

Of course, once he realizes it, he realizes how fast his breathing is, how much his chest feels like a rubber band that just won't give, how much his head is pounding. His hands are useless, lying limply at his sides and he can't move, he can't move, he can't move—

"Aish," he hears faintly before the colored blob in front of him shifts a little closer. "Gaon, calm down, you're going to hurt yourself."

The voice is softer now, speaking to him like he's a frightened animal. He splutters a little and shakes his head.

"Shh," the voice says again, "just—just calm down. You're not going to be hurt."

He's…not?

"You're safe. Nothing will hurt you right now. You're safe. Just calm down."

Easier said than done, he thinks as he curls in on himself, trying to do what the voice wants. The blob moves a little closer, blocking out the doorway and he should hate that, shouldn't he? His exit's being blocked, he can't get out that way anymore, but there's something he wants to lean into. He closes his eyes, curling up a bit more, breaths shuddering against his knees.

"That's it," the voice murmurs, "good job."

It takes an embarrassingly long time to collect himself, and an even longer time for him to summon up the courage to raise his head to confirm that yes, Kang Yohan is, in fact, crouched in front of him in the bathroom. He swallows in a pitiful attempt to get himself together and knows by the way his gaze follows it that he fails miserably.

"Up off the floor," Yohan bids quietly, "you'll make your injuries worse."

Gaon nods and tries, only for his legs to buckle as soon as he gets more of his weight on them. Yohan catches him, holds him steady until he can walk again.

"Go slow," he says, still speaking quietly, the smallest hint of a smile on his face, "we're not in a rush, baby deer."

"Yah." Gaon paws clumsily at his shoulder, "'m not a baby."

Yohan raises an eyebrow and slowly starts to pull back. Gaon lets out a noise he will deny forever and holds tighter. Yohan chuckles. "Come on, baby deer, back to the bed."

Despite the teasing, Yohan helps him steadily out of the bathroom until he's lowered carefully to sit on the bed again, wincing slightly as his muscles protest the movement. The hand on his shoulder stays, right over the remnant of the explosion wound. He takes another deep breath as it starts to move, slowly up to his chin, lifting his face.

"You didn't hurt yourself falling over," Yohan says, looking him over, "that's good."

Yohan's still touching him. He's still touching him. He can still bear to look at him—but he can look at all manner of horrors without flinching, perhaps Gaon is no different now.

"Are—when are you going to release the video?"

"I'm not."

"You—what?"

"I'm not," he says again, firmer this time, "I'm not going to release it."

"But Jung Sunah—"

"Will get what it coming to her." His hand moves to cup the back of his head. "She will pay for what she's done, but not like this."

Fingers twist into the hair near the nape of his neck and his chest feels weird. He looks up at Yohan, who…looks angry, but in the way he did when he stared at Gaon over the twitching body of Jukchang when Elijah was almost kidnapped. Like he's furious at someone, but not—maybe not Gaon.

"She will suffer," he promises in a low voice, "and so will he."

Oh.

"Say it," Yohan continues, hand moving to cradle the base of his skull, "say it."

"S-say what?"

"No one hurts you. No one touches you. Say you understand."

A lump rises in his throat as it dawns on him that Yohan still wants to keep him. "No one hurts me. No one touches me. I understand."

"Good."

The hand starts to leave and the cold pit yawning in his stomach won't let that happen. He grabs Yohan's arm and the man pauses. "Stay."

"What?"

"Will you—will you stay? Just for a second?"

For a moment, it looks like he might say no, but then he's nodding and coming to sit next to him on the bed. He lets Gaon clutch his sleeve like a child until he realizes what he's doing and lets it go with a mumbled apology. But Yohan doesn't move away. He just sits, letting Gaon press against his side.

I'm here, it says, I see you.

Maybe that's good enough for now.

* * *

"I need you to find someone."

Elijah looks up, disinterested. "Why, what did they do?"

"They hurt Gaon."

She's up in an instant, wheeling over to her computer. "Tell me the name. Now."

He gives it to her with grim satisfaction, watching the same look form on her face as she starts to work. K comes in behind him and they stand there, predators lying in wait. Yohan feels Gaon's old phone in his pocket and hands it off to K without another word.

Kim Gaon is his now, and that means he's not letting go until Gaon pushes him away.

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