The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

"My lonely days are gone, my lonely days are gone and it ain't nobody's business. It ain't nobody's business"
–MJ

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|| Morning
-Tuscany, Italy 🇮🇹

🔸KIM GA ON🔸

-Please stay... -

Kang Yo Han paused at the threshold of my room, with one foot out of it, while uncertainly contemplating my image in silence, at war with his opponents of the past, those of the mind, those masked and veiled thoughts that ruled the subconscious. Unspoken words, not uttered and yet written on his contrite face.

-Why...? Why would you like to hang out with the devil? I don't understand your logic... -

That morning had started off well enough, Yo Han had dressed me and covered all my wounds with large white band-aids, he had taken care of me, changed my dirty clothes for new, neat, fragrant ones.
And he had also gone to prepare a meal for me to eat.
Despite some residual symptoms due to fever, I had felt over the moon.
He had done all this for me while I slept, or rather, not really, because I admit I peeked more times than I should have, but otherwise he did not seem to even notice...

Around ten in the morning, I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and then returned to the green sheets of my double bed, because I had not fully recovered and every now and then my head started spinning again. Making me faintly nauseous.

-I was up all night for you, I did everything I could, isn't that enough?- he objected, exposing his stupid reasoning on why it was not correct for him to stay and sleep next to me.
I only asked him to keep me company, not to leave me alone and to rest his head on my bed.
I wasn't implying for him to sleep clinging to me, he could even leave a meter between us, or put the pillows in the middle, sleep with his head turned the other way, even have his back to me... But no, he still found new and interesting complaints.

-Devil...? Why are you comparing yourself to a demon, now? -I asked in a low voice, in a tired, hushed tone.
I was lying on my right side, facing him, my head between the soft pillows.
Kang Yo Han cringed at my question, clenching his hands into two fists; and so he remained silent, leaning his back against the wall.

I stared at him in fascination, peering at his long eyelashes, his gaze focused on the wooden floor as he meditatively nibbled his lower lip.
I gave away a smile, almost enraptured by that sullen vision.
-Are you really throwing a tantrum just because I asked you to stay? - I asked softly.
He turned towards me, as if I had just insulted him, by using a terminology unsuited to his developed and full adult personality.

-You wouldn't understand... You still don't understand, that there is much more at stake here. You keep dampening my character according to your pleasures... Following a juvenile idea where I appear as a fairy tale, forgetting who you are really looking at... - he spoke harshly, bland.

-Ah, so you mean to tell me that I am facing the devil? And that I have to be afraid...? - I asked, feigning innocence, purposely teasing him.

Kang Yo Han looked away, crossing his arms over his chest.

The sunlight inside the room came from the large windows overlooking the garden behind the house. The rays warmed my slumbering figure, illuminating the bed sheets like a golden veil.

-Then you must be a very kind devil indeed, since you took care of me...-

-Kim Ga On, don't mess with me! -

I rolled my eyes, pulling another smile.
At this point, I remained silent to see what he would do, whether he would stay or go off to the lower floors of the house.
And so we both remained silent for a while. Him aggravated and I, wanting.