leo/hongbin; adore adore
The entire process of this lawsuit is honestly too tiring and boring for Jung Taekwoon, and since he’s aware he’ll be on death row soon after this ordeal is over-- lawyer Kim is doing his best, but it’s not enough. Ten of the best lawyers in the country wouldn’t be enough. Taekwoon thinks of flinging himself off a building to get this over with already, but he knows Hongbin will hate him and even in death he doesn’t want that to happen.
He knows it won’t be too long until Hongbin snaps and ends up killing someone in the courtroom, and he doesn’t mind the fact itself -- he’d lend a hand if he could -- but the consequences… not so much. He doesn’t know what they’ll be, but Hongbin would be likely to die before him and Taekwoon wasn’t about to let that happen.
This all goes through his mind as they greet the press, Taekwoon with a dead look in his eyes and Hongbin happily smiling and waving, showing pride for his actions. He’d gladly admit everything. Taekwoon knows this. The first time Hongbin said it would be nice to turn themselves in, which was somewhere between their third and fourth kill, Taekwoon already understood it wasn’t out of guilt. It was about pride. He wanted recognition for his deeds.
So Taekwoon sent in a piece to the local paper, carefully explaining every single detail of the kill. This, along with showing up to the funeral of their victims, was the only way to soothe Hongbin. To make him feel loved.
Taekwoon and Hongbin kissed on the steps of the courthouse, long and obscene, hands touching one another in places you usually wouldn’t when in public. Especially not with the press on you. They couldn’t even count the amount of reporters present and Taekwoon knew Hongbin got off on that. He finally got the credit he so deserved. The attention of more than a million people. All eyes on him, including Taekwoon’s.
Taekwoon and Hongbin hadn’t been seeing much of each other lately. They weren’t allowed, so whenever they got the chance they practically dry-fucked in public. They weren’t used to such abstination. When they were on the run, together, they at least fucked once a day and especially whenever the rush of a kill was still running hot through their veins.
When Kim Wonshik, a childhood friend turned lawyer, is done talking they walk into the building, a young paralegal by the name of Han Sanghyuk following the three. Taekwoon nor Hongbin has bothered to remember his name, but they do know he’d be high on their list of people to kill. Not because they thought he was annoying-- quite the contrary.
“Our list,” Hongbin breathes, probably thinking the same thing as Taekwoon, “it wasn’t even halfway finished.”
“I know. Shh,” Taekwoon replies, hand cupping Hongbin’s cheek.
Hongbin nods, hand slipping around Taekwoon’s waist. It rests just a bit above his dick, and Taekwoon feels like pressing him against a wall to fuck him there and then but he knows every action has consequences, especially in a courthouse.
He and Hongbin follow their lawyer into the courtroom, as he explains that they’re probably going to be on death row. He has a plan, but that’ll get them in for life. That plan stands or falls with their confession.
“Usually it’s good to confess, right?” Hongbin asks, looking at Taekwoon for confirmation.
“Not in this case. Jesus, you’ve killed eleven people together. That doesn’t happen every day. Just shut up. Say you can’t remember. Keep the crazy act going. There’s nothing more I can do for you.”
Hongbin smirks, proud as ever.
“I know,” he answers, smirk still not fading.
Taekwoon lets out a soft chuckle. He’s usually silent and he refuses to show any sort of emotion, but Hongbin makes him come alive. Feel alive. That’s a rarity in itself.
Hongbin and Taekwoon promise to keep the ‘crazy act’ going, though Taekwoon can’t be sure if Hongbin will stay true to his promise. Once provoked, he lets himself go and he isn’t himself. Or maybe he is. He’s probably showing his true self, the one he usually hides from people. From anyone but Taekwoon. He’d been called a psychopath before, and that didn’t end until Taekwoon took him away and made sure no one insulted him ever again.
Truth is, Hongbin might be a psychopath, but Taekwoon didn’t mind. He loved that side of him. And, for the record, he had never been completely sane himself.
“Here we go,” their lawyer speaks, and Hongbin and Taekwoon nod, their movements synchronized. Just like when they slashed the fuck out of that barber with his own tools. Just like when they paid their respects to him at his funeral. Just like when they both tried to hide their smirks while doing so. Taekwoon had known since the beginning that they were perfect for each other, and he hadn’t been proven to be wrong as of yet.
They enter the courtroom, sit down and wait for it all to begin.
Ten minutes into the hearing, Hongbin starts laughing, smashes his fist on the table and stands up, back bent and hand still resting on the table. Taekwoon’s seen this coming.
“Yeah, I did it. I did.” He grabs the lawyer by his collar, fingernails pressing into his skin so hard it’s about to tear. “So fucking what? You gonna kill me? you’d better do it fast,” he says as he grabs a pen out of the lawyer’s front pocket. “This’ll do nicely.”
“Jesus, do something, Kim. They’ll shoot him at this rate,” Taekwoon says, eyes on Hongbin, refusing to blink.
Guards surround hongbin, at least five guns pointed at him now.
Taekwoon attempts to get up, but he’s grabbed by Wonshik and Taekwoon gets it-- he’ll be the one getting shot if he runs over there. But if anything, he’d rather have that than look at Hongbin getting filled with five pieces of lead at the same time.
“Don’t fucking touch me ever again,” he hisses, clenching his fists, ready to choke him on the spot. “You’ll be dead sooner than Hongbin is if he jams that pen into the guy’s throat.
Taekwoon turns to Hongbin, stands up and opens his mouth. “Vienna! Hongbin, think of Vienna.”
It may be a strange way to calm a serial murderer down, but reminding Hongbin of their first kill always seemed to work when he was upset in some way. Taekwoon could only hope it would right now.
“Do you remember?” Taekwoon says, slowly walking toward Hongbin. Three out of five guns are now directed at Taekwoon, and he’s pretty sure there’s more waiting. “Cha Hakyeon. Lovely guy. You wanted to fuck him. Hell, I wanted to fuck him. But we killed him instead. I think that was even more satisfying for the both of us. Remember Tokyo. Surely you remember.”
“I do. I’m… I’m sorry,” Hongbin finally replies, letting go of the lawyer and eventually of the pen too. Taekwoon steps in even closer and he presses his hands onto Hongbin’s.
“We’re going to die, you and I,” Taekwoon breathes, grip on Hongbin’s hands tightening. “But it’s alright. It’s alright as long as it’s on our terms, not theirs. We’ll die together, like we talked about. You remember that, right? We’ll die, together, happily. Not like this. Right?”
“Yeah. I remember. I remember everything,” Hongbin whispers back, breathing somewhat irregular.
The adrenaline got to his head already, Taekwoon thinks.
“Good. Let’s finish this. Quietly. Peacefully.”
By the end of the hearing, admitting to their each and every crime, they’re sentenced to death by lethal injection, and they smile hearing the verdict, knowing full well what’s to come, but unfazed by reality once again. It’s okay. They’re okay with this. As long as they’re together, it’s all fine. All that matters to Hongbin is Taekwoon and all that matters to Taekwoon is Hongbin. They’ll be together, even in death.