[07]The Glorious Cause of Kim Young Joo;
Prosecutor, Son, Husband
By Fahiru
The sun has set outside.
He thinks of her. The way she looked when he had peered over his shoulder, the promise in her eyes.
The hopes that they had shared.
There is a dull thumping, tugging at his awareness. He tries to roll over, and gasps, choking, struggling to stay conscious.
Shouts. Footsteps. He blinks.
And the world is quiet.
He is standing outside the door of his father's office. Voices. A secret.
A crime. His father has committed a crime.
He feels the panic, the disbelief.
He is torn. Innocent people are hurt, someone is going to suffer, someone is going to pay.
But not his father. If he says nothing, his father will not face the consequences.
If he is silent, his father will be safe.
If he does not do his job, Evil will go unpunished.
And that is not just. That is not what he stands for.
But he walked away. No! No, what happens when he walks away?
Kim Nana suffers. Baek Man Dok is in a hit and run.
1983. It also is left untouched.
And in the end, his father only suffers more. If he had turned him in then- if he had only done his job-
He coughs.
Red.
A red light?
No, it's blood. In his eyes.
Can't breathe. His head. He needs to hold his head together.
A voice. Shouting. Who is it?
A face. Scared. Shaking him.
His head. His head hurts.
He coughs. Blood. More blood.
Speak, he must speak. Something important.
"Did you find it?" What is it? He can't remember.
"...Yes. I found it." Ah!
"That classified document. Exactly how the nation ridiculed the citizens...you reveal it."
Concern. Not good enough. His head, he needs his head.
"Stop talking. It's hard on you now." No, no! Something more important. No time.
Time for what? He coughs.
"Cheon Jae Man...Hurry! Hurry and catch him. I...It seems like I can't go after him right now."
"Kim Young Joo..." Trembling. He is trembling. "Catch him with your own hands."
Yes. That is his name. Young Joo. Prosecutor Kim Young Joo.
Blood. More blood. Tastes bitter. Warm in his mouth. A hand. He grasps it.
His job is done.
"C...City Hunter."
No. Not his name. Something else. Buchai. No, not Buchai...
"...Yoon Sung...My Father. Please forgive him."
Forgive me. Forgive me.
"I'm sorry."
It was me.
If I give you another chance to make it up to me, then will you do a good job?
I've tried. I tried. It's out of my hands.
I want to see you go to work in a well ironed shirt.
Warm and soft. It's hazy. He can't see properly. Panic. City Hunter...He looks so scared.
I'm still scared. Do I have to go?
Don't forget that promise.
He hears his name. Fading, numbing. Going limp. He can't-
It's not in my hands.
His name. Calling his name.
No.
All the good I could never do.
Justice must be done.
Not you. Not I. Not the politicians or the people.
White, it's fading white-
None are above the law.