The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

~The One Whom Is Beautiful (10/10)

His dark, chocolate eyes, a visible frustration in them.

-I don't know... - I found myself saying like a child, unable to proliferate anything else, or add anything that made sense.
-As expected. If that's your answer you can stop right here- he rebuked me, his tone chilling. Detached.
I shook my head as if to contradict him, unwilling to remain cautious, or to avoid angering him further.

-I just want to know if you really like me! The princess told me you were interested in me.... I just want to know if she was lying or not...-I mumbled with an afflicted look.

The king paused in his actions, his eyes nailed to my figure, steady, contemplative.

-I know we didn't start off on the right foot, and I won't hide the fact that I found you scornful, but then I also began to feel certain things.... And now you're saving me... I'm just confused!- I confessed in one breath.

Kang Yo Han moved slowly, toward my direction, halting near the mattress of the bed. His gaze still fixed on me, as if he were studying a complex painting of unknown origins. Bold in his movements, in the way he had me inert.

-How do I know the princess wasn't lying? I mean I understand that somewhere you despise me too, that's why I wonder if... Why save me when you could have easily put an end to the annoyance
I was giving you? - I continued, laying out my reasons and doubts.

-Is that all you've understood all this time? Only the disdain I have for you?  Did you see nothing else?-
The king answered me solidly, weighing the question on his tongue.

The words on my skin.

I searched my thoughts for some other sign from the king, something that would confirm his affection, and that it wasn't just hatred he felt towards me. But nothing seemed to come to mind, except the kiss, which could still pass as a frivolous instigation, for it was not necessarily that the art of kissing had to go hand in hand with the art of loving, it could well be just lust or personal spite.

-Why? Is there anything else to see..?-

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🔹️KANG YO HAN🔹️

Somewhere it pained me to think that he hadn't spotted me, nor had he understood the torment he was in fact causing in me, for it was as evident as the moon and stars that I was a victim of it, he had me in his fragile hands and didn't even realise it.

How could a man be so naïve and not know of the great power he carried?

I looked at his sparkling brown eyes, the instability in his trembling pupils.
His scarlet cheeks.

The silky hair, gleaming under the light of the great chandelier that played with its reflections.
The thin white linen shirt that gingered his lustrous frame, tucked under the cotton sheets, as the only obstacle separating me from his body.

-So you didn't notice anything? -
I repeated, slipping a hand under the sheets, under his attentive eyes, lost on the movements of my arms, however before he could understand my intentions, I grabbed his ankle from under the covers and then pulled him towards me, before hovering over him.

-What the heck! -

Kim Ga On gasped in surprise, giving me an annoyed look as his cheeks turned red again. He tried to get out of that close position, but I grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed with my hands.

-Kang Yo Han!What's wrong with you! -
he said wrinkled, a beautiful frown on his lovable face.

-From the first moment you entered this castle, you've done nothing but speak to me carelessly, and while others reverently approach me, you dare call me by my first name! You speak to me as if you should not be afraid of who I am...!-I said through clenched teeth.

Kim Ga On kept his attention on me, absorbing my frustration on himself.
His gaze that just now was irritated, now docile again. Curious like a child.
-You sleep until late! While your other companions are up and at work! And if you think I haven't noticed, you're sadly mistaken!-
At my words he winced softly, looking away in embarrassment.

-You violate every kind of rule I impose, bold and shameless you come to me and raise your questions, stubborn as a mule, you do what you feel comfortable with. Now... What do you think would happen to such a person? -

He didn't answer, returning his intoxicating features to my eyes. His breathing, somehow short, the little gasps that occasionally left his lips because of my strong grip on his wrists.

-A man like that should be dead by now! For I, King Kang Yo Han, have never spared such an attitude.
Yet here you are... And here I am-

I released his wrists, instead bringing my arms to the height of his head, leaning over him, over the warmth of his body.

-Now tell me, how is it that you saw only my disdain but not my tolerance? How is it that you perceived my lust but not my longing for you? -

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