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In the very strange instance of Kim Gaon coming into their lives, the similarities a coincidence or not, Yohan can't say it has gone without collateral damage.
First, Jung Sunah's obsession on destroying everything Yohan ever cares about and second, a weak link. A target that could be used to bring Kang Yohan to his knees, make him beg and give everything up.
And even then, despite K's warnings, his team's advices on not letting the associate judge get too close and too familiar, both personally and in their extracurricular businesses, Yohan welcomes Kim Gaon into his house, into his family, his heart and his bed, risking everything he's ever worked for the last ten years.
Yohan knows it's dangerous, this closeness to the person who was sent to spy on him, but all it takes is a smile from Gaon and Yohan would give him the entire universe, if he'd ask for it. He's got it bad, but he's prepared for what could possibly come. There is always a plan B. And a C.
Elijah seems to enjoy the arrangement as well, benefiting from Gaon's presence in the house the most. They make each other company and Gaon, with all his charms, kindness and softness has wormed his way into the teenager's frozen heart, melting it to a point where she has made a little space for Yohan as well, upon Gaon's suggestions, no doubts.
Yohan doesn't mind the manipulation, the deceit. Gaon's kisses, his touch, his tender words, all feel as real as the air they breathe and Yohan is okay with that.
If he's to fall, then he would be happy to do so upon Kim Gaon's feet, let him be his downfall.
When he wakes up that morning, Gaon's side of the bed is empty and cold, but still rumpled; the younger's weight still shaped onto the sheets, a clear sign that it had not been a dream at all.
Downstairs, as Yohan approaches the kitchen, he can hear his associate judge's voice hushed as he speaks to someone, probably over the phone. Elijah will be sleeping until late today, as she had announced last night after finishing a very long, extremely merciless round of Monopoly.
Gaon ends the call as Yohan steps into the threshold; he smiles at him, sweetly and envolving. Yohan steps closer, at Gaon's reach so he can pull him into his arms and greet him with a gratifying good morning kiss.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Gaon asks, letting him go in favor of busying himself with the fresh ingredients pulled out of Yohan's fridge.
Yohan's eyes fix on the juncture of Gaon's neck, where his oversized shirt hangs loosely over his shoulders and a red bruise begins to bloom into a beautiful shade of purple.
"Surprise me." Yohan says, sitting down on the chair at the head of the table and gracefully receiving the offered cup of coffee.
Gaon grins, their fingers brushing as he pulls away.
"You got it."