The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

~LOOK AT THE MAN YOU LOVE (4/20)

-And you... You wouldn't dare to do that either, for as a narcissist... You love yourself so much, you would not be able to kill something like you- I continued, watching my brother's face change into something fierce and dark.

And if I could live with a being that resembled my hateful brother, I would finally be able to overcome my traumas and perhaps, change for good.

Isaac stood up, taking his chalice with him, approaching my seated figure.

-Unless you kill him yourself in the process of healing...-he spoke softly, leaning over my deaf, silent figure.
-Maybe... You will be the one to destroy him, in a vain attempt to destroy me-

Without adding more he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. The kiss of a traitor, of Judas. The kind you gave only because you knew the harm that would come later.

-I will wait to see your undoing, little brother, I will watch you in the crowd, as your number one fan-

I closed my eyes so as not to see him, not to see that abyss that dwelt in his gaze, the same one that undid my person.

-A presto... Caro fratello!-*

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[4 Hours Later - 2AM]

🔸️KIM GA ON🔸️

I had stayed awake in the living room, even after my parents had told me to go to sleep and to leave Kang Yo Han alone, as he was a man free to go out and return with his own keys; and I didn't have to treat him like a little boy.

Yet...

That was not what I was trying to do; I was uniquely concerned, because after his outburst in the early evening.... After I had confessed to him that I liked him, he had not been home since then.
And as a result I had felt tremendous guilt, for it was not my intention to harm him in that way.

I really liked him, for reasons unknown to myself, and for motives familiar to me.

Night had fallen for quite some time now, and I had remained in the living room under the pretence of having to study, yet instead waiting for him of all people.

I sighed, resting my forehead against my books, arms crossed on the table, partly hurt by Kang Yo Han's rejection, and tired because I wanted to go to sleep, but not before he returned.

However, to my unexpected surprise, the front door opened just at that moment, revealing the person for whom I had not stopped agonising.

-Kang Yo Han!-
I immediately stood up, coming toward him.

-I'm sorry about before, I didn't mean to offend you!-I said agitatedly, not even giving him time to answer.

-Why are you still awake?-

Kang Yo han closed the door behind him, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
A short-sleeved, green shirt, tight against his muscular frame. His hair slightly tousled and his eyes shiny, of someone who had drunk enough to be tipsy.
-I've been waiting for you...-I said slowly, flustered. My hands once again sweaty.
Kang Yo Han inspected me quietly, lingering his enigmatic eyes on me.

-Just to apologise?-

The moonlight entered the living room, accompanied by the lamp I had lit previously. Our figures shrouded in the low light, in the fresh air of the day that was about to begin.
I hesitated before speaking, my eyes frantic in contrast to his confident, stable, gloomy appearance.
-Yes...-
He approached my awkward standing figure, catching me by surprise, just enough to violate my vital space, coming completely into my line of sight, his face inches from mine, to the point of making me blush.

-You did nothing to me, you have no reason to apologise...-he said softly, his eyes etched into mine, the sharp jawline twitching at his every word.

-Don't apologise to me... Kim Ga On-he said more to himself than to me, somehow thoughtful, absent. As if he was there with his body, but not with his mind.

I looked away, unable to bear the weight of his eyes, suddenly shy, or too aware of the butterflies in my stomach.

-Can I at least get to know you? Let me at least get to know you better...-I asked like a child who wanted to know more about his superhero, his favourite cartoon.

Kang Yo Han, half-closed his eyes at my words, moving his pupils over every inch of my face, searching for something unseen or lost.

Something that was not there.

His answer delayed for at least one good minute, as he kept gazing at me wistfully, his eyes now vivid, watery with no drops.

-Don't be curious... Please don't be, at least not about me- he replied, before pulling me by the waist against him in an unexpected embrace.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, hiding his nose in the hollow of my neck, and so he stayed for a while, before speaking again.

This time wounded.

-You smell sweet, you smell like the home I never had-

I sighed at his words, slowly closing my fingers around his strong back, a tad hesitant, in case he wanted to push me away, for after all, he was slightly drunk, and perhaps not thinking about what he was doing.

-Why do you speak like this?-I asked spellbound, struck by the force of that sentence, seemingly fragile and yet grieving.
-Because my home...-he paused for a moment, running his fingers along my back in gentle strokes, pressing his skin against mine, making me feel faint again. Unstable.

Slave to his unnumbered demands.

-Because my home... Smells like blood and pain.-

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*A Presto, Caro fratello (Italian/Meaning) = See you soon, dear brother