The Devil Judge [BL Version]

Sun-ah, the master of deception, masked her true intentions behind a veneer of innocence as she continued to dangle the bait before Ga-On. Her words were laced with subtle intrigue, and her tone gave nothing away.

"Oh," she began with feigned innocence, her gaze steady and her voice soft, "you'd be surprised at how different Yo-han is from his public image."

Ga-On couldn't help but be drawn in by her seemingly innocent remark. His curiosity was piqued, and he leaned in slightly, his interest fully engaged. "Different in what way?" he inquired, his voice mirroring the hushed and conspiratorial tone of their conversation.

Sun-ah maintained her facade of innocence, her eyes revealing nothing of her true intentions. "In public, he's the charismatic and composed judge," she continued, her words carefully chosen, "but behind closed doors, he's a man with secrets, a man who wields power in ways that go beyond the courtroom."

She hesitated for a moment, savoring the suspense, before bringing up the fire. "I've been thinking a lot about that fire," she said. "It was such a tragedy. Isaac had died in the fire, but Yo-Han had miraculously survived and you know what was the first thing he did after that?"

"What?" Ga-on asked.

"His first order of business had been to withdraw Issac's impending donation to the SRF by submitting documentation claiming Isaac wasn't of sound mind at the time."

Seeing Ga-on shocked expression she continues, "What do you think really happened that night? Was it really an accident? Or was there something more to it?"

Sun-ah walked away leaving Ga-On's mind with many questions.

As Ga-On and Yo-Han drove back from the ceremony, the atmosphere inside the car was palpably tense. Ga-On sat in silence, his thoughts weighed down by the revelations and intrigues he had encountered at the event. He wore a gloomy expression, reticent in the face of the complexities that surrounded them.

The silence inside the car grew palpable, the tension between Ga-On and Yo-han remaining unbroken. Yo-han, sensing Ga-On's discontent, decided to address the matter head-on.

"Are you upset because of what I said back there?" Yo-han asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

Ga-On remained silent, his grip on the steering wheel unwavering. He continued to drive, his gaze focused on the road ahead, refusing to meet Yo-han's eyes.

Impatience began to well up within Yo-han, and in a moment of recklessness, he yanked the steering wheel sharply. Ga-On's response was immediate and entirely justified; he panicked as the car veered dangerously into another lane.

But rather than expressing regret or worry, Yo-han erupted into raucous laughter. His amusement echoed through the car, a stark contrast to the fear that had gripped Ga-On moments before.

Ga-On, still trying to steady his racing heart, couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. His irritation was now tinged with disbelief at Yo-han's seemingly reckless behavior. "Are you trying to get us killed?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of frustration and concern.