Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《54》Seeing Ghosts

** New Character Alert**

I had been right.

It wasn't that Kwang-Sun chose his daughters life over his own.

It was that he himself looked no longer alive.

While Lian sat in the front as she was supposed to, sitting next to her mother who was crying and bawling her eyes out, posing as an innocent, oblivious wife, we had gathered further in the back, all of us looking out for our girl.
Ready for anything.

Meanwhile, Kwang-Sun, dressed in an orange jump-suit, sat next to his lawyer with an empty expression.
No anger.
No regret.
Nothing on his face.

He simply listened to his crimes being read and didn't even blink.
Witnesses were called forward.
Many of them none other than people Kwang-Sun helped in their despicable crimes and were hoping to reduce their sentences by ratting out the other accomplices- but most of all the mastermind behind it all.

It was, to say the least, a pleasure to watch.
A man who had fallen.
Like Icarus, having flown to high, now falling down in clouds of ashes.

The man who was finally punished for his crimes, the way the law should have protected those women before such terrible things had been done to them.

And then Lian took the stand.

Perfection.
Lian was perfection as she displayed a crying, horrified daughter who choked through her tears, that she couldn't believe her father had done such terrible crimes.
That she had looked up to him.
Adored him.
Not really a lie.
Just like Namjoon did it.
Half truths and leading truths.

And then telling the court how she believed it though.
That she had always wondered about her fathers quick rise in fame and that she had seen some suspicious things which looked normal to her before but now only incriminated him more.

It was a trial of about six hours before the judge hit the hammer and announced the verdict.

Life in prison.

No chance of rehabilitation into society due to the cruelty and abhorrent nature of his crimes.
We had done it.
We won.
This time.

Our eyes found Lian's at the front and we saw the same relieve there.
The same cruel amusement too.

She was and always would be, the same as us.
Not entirely good, lying, cheating, breaking the law and enjoying another persons suffering, but fighting to make the world a better place.

It was, however, a sour sight to see the woman next to her, acting just as perfectly.
Perhaps their morals were different, but Lian certainly got some of her traits.

Hee-Jin cried as she held her daughters arms, the two of them portraying the perfect sight of a mother and daughter betrayed and ruined by the father and husband currently being escorted out the room in shackles.

Slowly, they made their way in our direction.

It was only then, that Lian dropped the act and let go of her mother's hand like she had burned herself and came straight towards us.
To Tae.

They had made up in the very night they fought.
Tae had lasted about an hour before he came looking for her and apologized.

And then we literally heard them make up.
Loudly.

Perhaps we should consider thickening the walls and buying soundproof windows.

For me and Jimin too, please.
I would enjoy not having to steal his glorious sounds with kisses every time I feared he was being too loud.