The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

"I'm scared of the way we touch, and all
I see in you... Come and walk my dream".
- Ashley Serena

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|| Night
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Tuscany, Italy 🇮🇹

🔸KIM GA ON🔸

I lived in the part of the countryside that made up Tuscany, far from the clatter of the noisy city or the danger of overcrowded places, and that was because my parents had decided to move away from Korea, and this as a result of my mother's inclination, a lover of travelling, a desire to never stay in one place for the rest of her life.
I was not a native, but they had brought me here when I was twelve years old. We lived in Volterra, a walled town southwest of Florence. A historic and noble urban centre.
Yet, it felt strange to me to conceive how Kang Yo Han had come here to Italy, and to what had attracted him to such a secluded and distant place like this town.

-Yo Han...? -

I turned my eyes back to the road, still unsettled deep in the inside.
My lightweight thoughts, like small tornadoes, persistently inflating my emotions. Butterflies in my stomach and the fueled rush of adrenaline up my spine.

-mmhm?-

Yo Han made a faint sound, a grunt of apprehension as he studied the road.
His strong hands on the steering wheel, coloured by the light of the street lamps and the red traffic.

-I've never heard you talk about your family- I proceeded cautiously, watching as his jaw clenched and his fingers curled hard on the steel.
-I don't like talking about them, we are not on good terms and my mom died when I was born- he answered bluntly, leaving no room for a possible continuation, dissolving any possibility to find out more.
-I'm sorry...- I said sincerely contrite, unable to imagine a relationship detached from my family, for how extremely bonded we were.
I turned my focus back to him, watching his lashes, his eyes emotionless, his mouth closed in a firm line.
I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn't really know where to start, no more so, his mood swings, as not even the day before he had turned me away and now, it was his lips that had landed on mine this evening.

-I can hear the sound of your thoughts all the way over here...- Kang Yo han spoke, catching me by surprise.

I gasped before finding the right words, but then confessed my turmoil on a silver platter.
-What changed between yesterday and today? Why did you indulge me this time instead of rejecting me like always?-I asked, lulled by the sound of the night, the fresh air coming in through the half-closed windows.
Kang Yo Han's deep shade of tone...

-Nothing has changed, the things I told you I still hold in my mind, and even now I wish you would repudiate me, because you would make things easier for me, and you would not force me to respond to what you radiate...- he spoke cryptically, not fully fluid.

-Radiate? I...? what do I radiate?-
I wrinkled my brow in confusion, unbuckling my sitbelt to turn a slight inch towards him.
Kang Yo Han gave me a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

-I am similar to a moth, drawn by the light of a candle that never goes out...- he explained, dissolving into metaphors, letting me grasp that I was the candle and he was the moth.
I opened my eyes accordingly to that small confession, realising only in that very moment what he had said.
And so i paused in my actions, looking at him with my mouth slightly open. Bewildered.

-Do you like me? -I said it too loudly, too elated. Almost as if I was dreaming.

-Ga On! I said several important things, how come you only select that part?-