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Yohan remembers once coming home to find Gaon sitting at their dinner table, back when he was innocently trying to get more involved in Yohan's plans, working to find new evidence to pin on Yohan's targets without knowing he already had their futures planed out: dark, tragic endings for those who dared touch his family.
He remembers standing there by the threshold in complete silence, careful of not interrupting Gaon's concentration and at the same time holding back that growing urge to just walk up to his young associate judge and hug him from behind. Gaon had been looking all soft and adorable wearing that cardigan Yohan was sure it belonged to that part of his closet he didn't wear anymore; hair slightly disheveled and a tiny little pout in his lips.
Of course Yohan had not moved, even if he had tried, his feet seemed to be glued to the hardwood floor of the old mansion. He didn't have the confidence nor the courage to approach Gaon that way. His attention had been somewhere else, somewhere he considered more important than any other banal desire he could've had, like love, emotional connection and human touch.
He also was, back then, completely sure that there was no way Gaon could see him that way. The younger didn't trust him, barely tolerated him and only stayed at the house and took care of him and Elijah out of mere gratitude for saving him and tending to his wounds after the bombing and the guilt he felt for bugging his office under Min Jungho's orders, his morally driven compass didn't allow him to just leave the house, he needed to make up for his actions somehow.
Yohan had experienced so many mixed feelings; it was confusing and frustrating, not being able to know exactly what it was that was happening to him: why was he caring so much? Why did Gaon not choosing him hurt so bad? Why did his betrayal have felt like his heart was cracking at the edges? Why seeing him cry like that after the realization of the truth had finished breaking what was left of his sanity?
He had fallen in love, hard, for his young associate judge.
Yohan stands by the threshold of the kitchen. The walls are no longer of that dull gray color, instead, a bright cream color brightens up the open space; the floor is no longer dark harwood, but a white, elegant tile with a certain sparkle to it and the window is no longer covered by a thick, heavy curtain, replaced by the beautiful view of their back garden.
Gaon is sitting by the kitchen island, in one of the tall stools while he furiously types something on his laptop: surely something related to his new job as a law teacher at the local university. The board had been delighted to have him, with a resume like his and a recommendation letter from Korea's new president herself, they had not even thought twice about giving him the position.
Yohan is proud, to say the least, to know that everything that happened had not broken Gaon's confidence as a law practitioner and that he was given a second chance, to teach others all that knowledge Yohan always knew he had.
Gaon is wearing one of his favorite sweaters, a baby blue pullover he got the last time they went shopping and he's looking all soft and adorable, as always. The urge to hug him from behind resurges and this time, Yohan has no reason to hold back, so he walks over and wraps his arms around Gaon's body, pressing his face against the soft fabric of the sweater; he inhales, taking in the mix of softener, book pages and that particular Gaon scent Yohan adores.
"What are you doing?" Gaon gasps, tensing as he is taken by surprise. His fingers stretch out over the keyboard, like a frightened cat showing out its claws.
"Hugging you." Yohan answer, voice muffled where he still has his face pressed on the juncture of his shoulder.
"I can… see that. But why?" Gaon tries to turn his head to the side, but Yohan nuzzling his shoulder makes it impossible for him to do so. It's not that he dislikes this type of affections, Gaon really treasures the moments when Yohan opens up to him like this, but he isn't the type of person to just come up to you and be, well, affectionate. Something must have triggered this behavior. "Is Elijah teasing you again?"
"No." Yohan mumbles, dropping a kiss onto Gaon's neck, making him shiver deliciously.
"Are you hungry?"
"No." Another little peck. Gaon's entire body tingles. "You just… look so soft and smell so good." Yohan says as he rubs himself all over Gaon.
"If you want sex, all you have to do is ask for it." Gaon comments, jokingly. "No need toㅡ oh." His breath hitches, words dying on his tongue when Yohan nibbles on his earlobe. "Wait, are youㅡ is this you, like, flirting with me?"
Yohan hums, naughty lips tracing little kisses and licks all over his neck and ears, playful, sweet and hot at the same time, waking something in Gaon only Yohan is capable of igniting.
"I am just thankful that I'm able to do this freely now." Yohan says once he feels satisfied with his ministrations, hooking his chin over Gaon's shoulder and tightening his hold around his body
"This and a lot more, you know? I'm all yours, Kang Yohan."
"Are you flirting with me now?" Yohan looks at him, eyebrow lifted suggestively.
"Maybe. Is it going to take us somewhere if I say yes?"
"Elijah is in her room, with her noise-cancelling headphones on. I checked."
"Go get the tub ready. I'll be with you shortly." Gaon nudges him softly.
Yohan doesn't need to be told twice. He plants a loud, wet smooch in Gaon's cheek before he runs off up the stairs and to their insuite.