The Devil Judge [Bl Version] - Chapter 12: Unspoken Feelings in the Air

Under the cover of night, Kang Yo-Han dressed in dark attire, his expression a mixture of determination and a simmering anger. The events had led him to this point—confronting the man responsible for the attempt on his life. As he faced the towering figure, his voice was laced with icy accusation. \”You made the bomb that was meant to kill me, didn\’t you?\”

The man\’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear, but the surprise soon gave way to defiance. \”And what if I did? You can\’t take me down, Yo-Han.\”

With a fierce determination, Yo-Han lunged at the man, his smaller frame no match for the brute strength of his opponent. However, Yo-Han\’s years of calculated cunning and his scrappy nature came into play. He maneuvered with agility, using his opponent\’s size against him, until he managed to get the upper hand.

In a tense struggle, Yo-Han managed to drag the man into a chokehold, his arm pressing against his throat. The man\’s struggles were futile as Yo-Han\’s grip tightened, their faces perilously close to the menacing woodstove.

\”Tell me who ordered the attack,\” Yo-Han\’s voice was a deadly whisper, his eyes holding a cold determination.

Gasping for breath, the man\’s resolve crumbled. \”It was the SRF—the Syndicate for Revolutionary Freedom.\”

Yo-Han\’s grip tightened further, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. \”Why did they want me dead?\”

The man\’s lackey, panic evident in his eyes, intervened, pleading for Yo-Han to release his superior. Yo-Han\’s grip loosened slightly, but his gaze remained unwavering.

\”Tell them this,\” Yo-Han\’s voice was a dangerous edge, his lips curling into a chilling smile. \”If they want me, they can come after me themselves.\”

As he released his hold on the man, Yo-Han\’s eyes bore into him, a silent promise of what awaited if they dared to challenge him again.

Outside, the lackey approached Yo-Han, his voice holding a hint of uncertainty. \”Are you doing this because of Ga-on?\”

Yo-Han\’s gaze flickered towards him, his expression inscrutable. He didn\’t respond, his thoughts a tangle of motivations that he himself grappled to understand.

On other side,

Intrigued by the mysteries that surrounded the mansion, Ga-on found himself unable to ignore the pull of curiosity. As night settled over the estate, he seized the opportunity to explore further. Hiding around a corner, he watched as the stoic housekeeper approached the locked door with a key in hand. His heart raced with anticipation as he realized that he was about to uncover a secret.

The door creaked open, and Ga-on\’s eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the room beyond. It was covered in plastic, an eerie sight that sent a shiver down his spine. He squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before him, when his gaze landed on a photograph that seemed to hold the housekeeper\’s attention.

He watched in silence as the housekeeper\’s composed demeanor crumbled. She clutched the photograph, tears streaming down her face. His curiosity piqued, Ga-on strained to hear her words, his heart aching for the pain he sensed in her voice.

\”This house doesn\’t belong to that kid,\” her voice quivered with emotion. \”It belongs to my pitiable young master.\”

As Ga-on absorbed her words, he felt a pang of sympathy for the housekeeper. It was clear that the locked room held a significance beyond what he could have imagined. The housekeeper\’s connection to the past was deeper than he had realized, and the photograph was a key to unlocking her emotions.

He continued to observe in silence, his presence concealed, but the atmosphere shifted, as if the housekeeper sensed something. Ga-on\’s heart raced, and without a moment\’s hesitation, he slipped away from his hiding spot. The last thing he needed was to be caught eavesdropping.

As he retreated around the corner, his mind raced with questions. The plastic-covered room, the photograph, the housekeeper\’s tears—it was all a puzzle he was determined to piece together. The mansion held secrets that went beyond the surface, secrets that held the power to change everything.

As Kang Yo-Han returned to the mansion, the weight of his actions and decisions still lingering in his mind, he knew there was one person he wanted to see—Ga-on. With a determination that matched his usual resolve, he made his way to Ga-on\’s room, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Upon entering, Yo-Han extended his hand, presenting Ga-on with his phone. \”Consider it a reward for your impeccable behavior,\” he quipped, his tone lighthearted.

Ga-on\’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he accepted the phone from Yo-Han\’s outstretched hand. \”So, this is my reward for being on my best behavior?\” he quipped, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

Yo-Han\’s own smile matched Ga-on\’s as he replied, \”Indeed. A well-deserved prize, don\’t you think?\”

As Ga-on glanced at the phone, a teasing glint entered his eyes. \”You know, I thought the price for good behavior would be something else.\”

Yo-Han raised an eyebrow, his expression curious yet composed. \”Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?\”

Their eyes locked for a moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them but Ga-on\’s attention was momentarily diverted as he noticed a mark on Yo-Han\’s face.

Concern crept into his voice. \”What happened to your face?\”

Yo-Han touched the mark lightly, a casual gesture masking a deeper truth. \”Oh, just a minor mishap. Nothing to worry about.\”

Ga-on\’s playful grin turned into a concerned frown as he examined the mark on Yo-Han\’s face. \”Are you sure you\’re okay? This looks like it must\’ve hurt.\”

Yo-Han\’s lips curled into a small smile as he allowed Ga-on to inspect the wound. \”It\’s nothing serious, just a minor scrape.\”

Ga-on\’s gaze met Yo-Han\’s, his concern genuine. \”You should still take care of it. Don\’t underestimate the power of infection.\”

Yo-Han\’s smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. \”Well, if you\’re offering to take care of it for me…\”

Ga-on\’s cheeks flushed faintly as he realized Yo-Han\’s teasing tone. He lightly swatted Yo-Han\’s arm. \”Oh please, don\’t be dramatic.\”

Yo-Han chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. \”I\’m just trying to ensure my well-being.\”

As Ga-on\’s hand moved to gently touch the mark, Yo-Han\’s smile softened. \”You\’re quite gentle, Ga-on.\”

Ga-on\’s touch lingered for a moment before he withdrew his hand, his expression a mix of embarrassment and amusement. \”I\’m just making sure you heal properly.\”

Yo-Han\’s gaze held a warmth that Ga-on hadn\’t often seen. \”Well, it seems I\’m in good hands then.\”

Ga-on\’s was skeptical. \”Right. And I suppose the trial preparations are going smoothly?\”

Yo-Han\’s expression shifted, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. \”What makes you think I\’d be that predictable?\”

Ga-on chuckled softly. \”Oh, I don\’t know. Maybe the fact that you\’re meticulous and like to be thoroughly prepared for everything?\”

Yo-Han feigned innocence, his tone dripping with amusement. \”Well, perhaps I\’m trying out a new approach this time.\”

To be continued…