The Devil Judge [BL Version]

In the dimly lit study room, Yo-Han and Ga-On found themselves in a moment suspended in the hushed stillness of midnight. The world outside had fallen into a deep slumber, but inside that room, an unspoken tension hung thick in the air.

Ga-On's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of crimson as Yo-Han, with each step, closed the distance between them. His heart raced in a rhythm only Ga-On seemed to inspire, and his words hung heavy in the air like a promise.

"Can I repay your kindness of making dinner for me in any way?" Yo-Han's voice was low, a velvety murmur that sent shivers down Ga-On's spine. The words themselves were innocent enough, but the tone carried a weighty undertone, a question that ventured into uncharted territory.

Ga-On's gaze flickered, unable to decide whether to meet Yo-Han's eyes or to succumb to the magnetic pull of his lips. With every heartbeat, the tension grew, like a taut wire about to snap.

Their eyes locked, a silent conversation unfolding as Yo-Han's eyes spoke volumes of yearning and Ga-On's held a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. In that charged moment, they shared a connection deeper than mere friendship. It was a recognition of the unspoken, a truth that had been concealed behind smiles and friendly gestures.

The seconds stretched into eternity as Yo-Han's thumb grazed Ga-On's lower lip. A subtle gasp escaped Ga-On's trembling lips, his breath hitching, and Yo-Han's heart danced to the rhythm of Ga-On's uncertainty.