The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

"The leaves will grow older, but time will be frozen inside of us".

-Sabrina Claudio

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|| Late Evening
-Tuscany, Italy 🇮🇹

🔸KANG YO HAN🔸

I had tried hard to ignore him, I'd given myself over to all sorts of afternoon activities under the most creative pretext of not indulging in anything he wanted from me.

Yet, towards evening... Kim Ga On, had resumed coughing, fever rising, in the grip of bad dreams surely due to the previous evening's assault.

And through it all, I had slowly found myself shuffling towards his room, stopping in front of his heated figure, his forehead drenched in sweat and his lips half-closed, as if he was seeking oxygen for his body, and the surrounding one was not nearly enough.

He was panting under the green sheets, his hair as dark as a black light against those white pillows, which accentuated his adorned face.

-Hey! Ga on, wake up... -

He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his attacker in his nightmares.
His red shirt had lifted slightly, showing his smooth belly, revealing the poise of his hips disappearing under the colourful blankets.

I sighed, now aware that I was not so indifferent to him, as at the end of the day, no matter how much I denied it, my body responded to his. My heartbeats to the sound of his sighs, the gentle forms he took when he looked at me, when he craved my presence.

-Kim Ga On... Wake up you need to take your medicine -I spoke shaking him just barely, not too hard, feeling the warmth of his body on my fingers.

-Kang Yo Han....? -

I took the glass of water and the tablet that were lying abandoned on the nightstand next to the bed, turning on the yellow lamp as well, to brighten up the dark room.

It was exactly seven o'clock in the evening, but the sky was now dark, plagued by grey clouds. A storm approaching in the near distance.

-Can you sit up? - I asked, waiting with surprising patience, partly still opposed to the idea of being in the same room with him.

He nodded but then gave no sign of moving, finding even the idea of having to move arduous.

-I can't, it hurts all over.... - he then finally spoke, slowly opening his eyes, blinking his dark lashes towards my figure.

I didn't wait any longer, stretching my hands towards his body, engulfed with heat, shifting it just enough so that I could sit on the bed next to his supine figure. And then I pulled him gently against my legs, resting his head over my chest.

I took the pill to his mouth, to those soft rosy lips... Like untouched roses ready to bloom.

Kim Ga On opened them accordingly, allowing me to slip the medicine in, i then gave him the lukewarm water in the same way. Slowly. Carefully.
As if I was cradling the dull nightmares of a restless child.

-Thank you... - he spoke softly, his tone faint as a whisper.

-Why did you drink so much? - I asked a tad irritated, still not fully satisfied with his answer from this morning.

How a careful boy like him could have fallen into the hands of anyone. Of my beloved brother...

-You ask me as if you do not know the answer... - he answered weakly. A half smile on his mouth.