The Devil Judge [Bl Version] - Chapter 17: When the Reality Hits

Ga-On emerged from the room looking snazzy in his tuxedo, and he gracefully accepted the coat that Yo-Han offered him. The attire fit him well, and he couldn\’t help but feel a sense of confidence in his appearance.

Yo-Han, dressed in his own suit, looked incredibly handsome, and Ga-On couldn\’t help but notice that he was admiring him. It was a gaze that didn\’t go unnoticed.

Ga-On chuckled, breaking the silence. \”You know, this outfit suits me surprisingly well,\” he remarked, a playful glint in his eye.

Yo-Han smirked and replied, \”Indeed, it does. You wear it with youthful charm.\”

Ga-On couldn\’t resist a witty retort. \”Well, I am young, unlike a certain someone.\”

Just as Ga-On and Yo-Han were sharing a moment, Elijah entered the room with a mischievous grin on her face. She joined in on the teasing, calling Yo-Han an \”old man\” in a playful tone.

Ga-On couldn\’t help but chuckle at the banter, and he decided to play along. \”You know, she\’s right,\” he chimed in, giving Yo-Han a sly smile. \”You are getting up there in years.\”

Elijah joined in the fun, and together, they managed to tease Yo-Han good-naturedly about his age. Yo-Han, though initially taken aback, soon found himself laughing along with them.

Yo-Han laughed, a rare display of amusement. He then reached into his collection and selected a nice watch, handing it to Ga-On. \”Because from now on, you need to be in time with me,\” he said with a hint of seriousness.

As Yo-Han observed Ga-On and Elijah sharing a light-hearted moment, he couldn\’t help but be taken aback by the unexpected bonding between the two. Their smiles and camaraderie were evident, and it was a sight that he hadn\’t anticipated.

A faint smile played on Yo-Han\’s lips as he watched them interact. It was a rare glimpse into a different side of Ga-On, one that he hadn\’t seen during their courtroom encounters. It also made him realize that Elijah had warmed up to Ga-On in a way that she hadn\’t with others.

The dynamics in the mansion were evolving, and the mysteries and complexities seemed to extend beyond the courtroom. As Ga-On wheeled Elijah out of the room, Yo-Han couldn\’t help but wonder how these newfound connections would shape their journey.

As Yo-Han and Ga-On arrived at the SRF (Seoul Republic Foundation) event in one of Yo-Han\’s several expensive cars, the atmosphere was abuzz with activity and excitement. The event seemed to be a gathering of influential individuals from various sectors.

Once they arrived, Yo-Han excused himself to speak with someone, leaving Ga-On to navigate the social scene on his own. Ga-On, feeling a bit out of place in the glamorous setting, tried to blend in with the crowd.

It wasn\’t long before Sun-ah, the wife of Chairman Park of Sarang Media, approached Ga-On with a friendly smile. \”Hello there,\” she greeted him warmly. \”I don\’t believe we\’ve met. I\’m Sun-ah.\”

Ga-On extended his hand, returning her smile. \”I\’m Ga-On. Nice to meet you.\”

Sun-ah\’s friend, the wife of another influential figure, joined the conversation, and the two women began fawning over Ga-On. They seemed intrigued by his presence and eager to strike up a conversation.

As Ga-On found himself surrounded by the assertive women, he tried his best to maintain his composure, but it became increasingly difficult as they invaded his personal space.

One woman with a smartphone in hand enthusiastically exclaimed, \”Oh my goodness, you\’re adorable! Let\’s take a selfie!\”

Ga-On, feeling trapped, reluctantly agreed to the selfie. Another woman chimed in, \”Your hair is so nice, let us fix it for you!\” Before he could protest, they started messing with his hair, and Ga-On\’s discomfort grew.

Meanwhile, Yo-Han had been observing the situation from a distance, and when he saw Ga-On\’s distress, he decided it was time to intervene. He approached with his usual air of authority and grace.

With a stern but polite tone, Yo-Han said, \”Ladies, I believe Mr. Ga-On needs some space now.\” He gently but firmly guided Ga-On away from the crowd, providing much-needed relief.

The women, still amused, couldn\’t help but exchange comments. \”Did you see how quickly he came to the rescue?\” one of them remarked.

Another added, \”I wonder how the cute kid will survive under Yo-Han.\”

However, Sun-ah, who had been watching the entire scene, wore a thoughtful expression as she noticed Yo-Han leading Ga-On away. Her remark hinted at a deeper interest in the relationship between the two men, suggesting that there might be more to their connection than met the eye.

As Yo-Han held his hand as he took him upstairs, Ga-On\’s heart began to race. He couldn\’t help but steal glances at Yo-Han\’s features. There was something about the way Yo-Han looked in that moment, something so captivating that it made Ga-On\’s breath catch in his throat.

With each step they took, Ga-On\’s thoughts were consumed by the enigma of their connection. Why did his heart race in this way when Yo-Han was near? What was it about the judge that drew him in so deeply, even in the midst of their complex journey?

When their eyes met, Ga-On felt a rush of nervousness wash over him. He chided himself inwardly for his own vulnerability, for allowing himself to be so affected by Yo-Han\’s presence.

Unable to contain his emotions, Ga-On gently pulled Yo-Han\’s hand off his wrist. He grumbled softly, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. \”I don\’t need a guardian, you know.\”

Yo-Han, however, remained composed, his eyes holding a tender warmth that was hard to ignore. He disagreed with a gentle smile, his voice soft and reassuring. \”Maybe not, but in that moment, you looked like a fawn caught by a pack of lionesses.\”

As Yo-Han settled down next to Chairman Park and Chairman Min, Ga-On stood awkwardly, feeling like an outsider in this gathering of the elite. He introduced himself politely, unsure of how he would fit into this exclusive social circle.

Chairman Min, one of the influential figures present, took notice of Ga-On and made an unexpected suggestion. \”You should attend our \’study group,\’\” he said, with a hint of amusement in his tone. He explained that it was a gathering of concerned elites who studied society to \”entertain\” themselves, hinting at the peculiar nature of their discussions.

Ga-On couldn\’t help but feel a mixture of curiosity and hesitation about the invitation. It seemed that the world of the elite held its own secrets and intrigues, and he was beginning to get a glimpse of it.

As President Heo, the central figure of the evening, arrived, the main event began. Sun-ah, in her role as the host, acknowledged the biggest donors for the Dream Village Project before introducing Chairman Seo.

Ga-On watched from the balcony as Chairman Seo delivered an impassioned speech, seemingly pouring his heart into his words. However, behind him, President Heo and his group seemed more interested in their own private amusements, drinking and laughing over Chairman Seo\’s performance.

It was a stark contrast between the façade presented to the public and the reality behind the scenes. Ga-On couldn\’t help but wonder about the true motivations and agendas of the powerful figures gathered in this elite circle and how it all connected to the mysteries surrounding Judge Kang Yo-Han and the mansion.

As they sat at the table, the elite guests couldn\’t help but compliment Yo-Han\’s handling of The People\’s Live Court. They praised his skills and the way he managed the show, showering him with accolades. Yo-Han graciously accepted their compliments, his smile never faltering.

However, the atmosphere took a slight turn when the conversation shifted to a topic from ten years ago that seemed to weigh heavily on their hearts. They expressed how their \”hearts hurt\” when thinking about the tragedy from a decade ago that Yo-Han had overcome.

They chided Yo-Han for making a fuss over what they considered a small matter and began to reminisce about Young-min, recalling how he had been a cute child when he was younger. Ga-On, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, politely requested that they refrain from discussing an ongoing trial.

Their response was one of scoffs and dismissive attitudes, but they reluctantly moved on to a different topic. Chairman Min then brought up concerns that the board of directors had regarding The People\’s Live Court deviating from its \”original principles.\” They wondered if Yo-Han would take responsibility for stirring up the citizens.

While Yo-Han maintained his composed smile in the face of their questioning. However, Ga-On, who had been growing increasingly uneasy, couldn\’t hold back his frustration any longer. He directed his question at the elite guests, his voice tinged with irritation. \”What exactly are you implying?\” Ga-On\’s sharp gaze challenged them, and he was not content to let their insinuations go unaddressed.

In a sudden and unexpected turn of events, Yo-Han\’s patience seemed to wear thin. He grabbed Ga-On by the collar, yanking him up from his seat, and then forcefully shoved him away from the table. Ga-On was taken aback by Yo-Han\’s sudden aggression, and his eyes met a warning gaze from Yo-Han.

\”He still isn\’t \”potty trained.\” The elites seated around the table laughed.

\”Do you need me to be the one to protect your assets?\” Yo-Han\’s question cut through the silence, a direct challenge to the establishment.

President Heo, rather than taking offense, found amusement in Yo-Han\’s unorthodox behavior. His laughter filled the room as he referred to the judge as an \”inventive psycho.\” It was clear that President Heo saw the unique qualities in Yo-Han\’s approach.

With a knowing smile, President Heo concurred with Yo-Han\’s sentiment, adding his own perspective to the discussion. \”Minister Cha doesn\’t have to be the next president,\” he mused. \”All we need is someone popular with a compelling backstory.\” He glanced around the table, his eyes resting on those present. \”It\’s how I won the presidency, after all.\”

Ga-On, who had been watching this exchange with a mixture of shock and disgust, couldn\’t help but feel a growing sense of disillusionment. The most influential individuals in the nation were openly discussing their self-interest and the power plays that defined their world, all while laughing and basking in their own authority.

Ga-On watched with a mixture of shock and disgust as the most influential people in the nation openly laughed and reveled in their own power and self-interest. It was a stark reminder of the depths to which they were willing to go to maintain their positions of authority.

Feeling the need for a moment of respite, Ga-On excused himself to the bathroom. 

In the solitude of the bathroom, Ga-On stood before the mirror, his reflection a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions swirling inside him. The memory of the elites laughing callously and Yo-Han\’s humiliating insult reverberated in his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts, \”How could he do that… in front of those people?\”

As he silently questioned Yo-Han\’s actions, his feelings of anger and resentment grew more pronounced. Ga-On\’s gaze remained fixed on his reflection, his determination solidifying with each passing second.

\”I won\’t let this slide. I have to find evidence… I have to bring him to justice.\” Ga-On said clenching his fists. 

The fire of determination burned brightly in Ga-On\’s eyes, his commitment to uncovering the truth and exposing Yo-Han\’s connections with individuals like those at the table unwavering. \”I swear, I\’ll send him behind bars, no matter what it takes.\”

Outside he found Sun-ah waiting for him outside, her presence adding another layer of intrigue to the enigmatic world he had entered.

To be continued….