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'no,' whispers gaon, 'this isn't happening.'
but that is kang yohan coming through the doors, outfitted in a blue jumpsuit and flanked by several burly and clearly armed guards.
their eyes meet through the sheet of glass between them. gaon stands up so hard that his chair screeches across the linoleum floor.
yohan's gaze skitters away. he uncomfortably takes the seat on the opposite side of the visiting booth in the prison.
'kang yohan,' says gaon, devastated. he stares at the soft unruly hair falling over the older man's forehead, then reaches for it, hands impeded by reinforced glass.
what happened? he means to ask. or, how did you get here? why aren't you in switzerland? instead, he just says yohan's name over and over, sounding garbled with terror even to himself.
it proves too much for yohan. gaon sees his shoulders curl in as yohan swallows, visibly at a loss for words. and then yohan turns his head to the side and nods to the guards and security is opening the door and yohan's standing --
'wait,' gaon says and then lower, begging, 'yohan.' the older man hesitates with his back turned before he flits back and kisses the glass under gaon's palm.
gaon stays rooted after the doors shut, staring into the visiting area of the maximum security prison where yohan, who's officially dead, is unofficially being kept.
'shibar,' he says, leaning his forehead against the glass. his hand is still flat against where yohan had pressed a phantom kiss under it. 'what the fuck do we do now?'
this is what finally makes lawyer ko, silent until now, speak. 'we carry out the plan. it's the only contingency we've got for this situation so hear me out before you say fuck it, because' --
and he side eyes gaon before he too stands
-- 'you're not going to like it.'