Chapter 7. Gateways and Goblins
Summary: “I know the gods roam the earth because I used to walk with them”, Haneul is an immortal being with powers that most humans would kill for. When Haneul gambles with the gods, she loses her powers and without her powers she’s cursed to die by the next full moon. She hurries to get her powers back with the help from the last person Haneul wants to be around: a Demon.
Pairing: Demon!Hongjoong X Fem!O/c
Warnings: mythical creatures, mentions of getting cursed, spiritual messages, mentions of religions, cussing, mentions of magic usage, mentions of death, mention of physical violence (Haneul’s mom gets kicked, Haneul hits her head), other idols are mentioned, pet names (darling, babe, baby, my dear), making deals, misogyny, mentions of illness and postpartum depression.
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Lee Haneul was born as a gift from the Heavens….or at least that’s what her mother had told her. between her dazed state and the days where all she did was sleep, Ryu Dal-rae explained where Hanuel came from. It was know to the girl that she was the only child her parents could have, the whispers that followed her through the village and her father’s attitude told her that. What wasn’t known to the girl was Haneul was a gift from the gods.
Near the village that Haneul and her family had grown up at was a plot of land that the villagers liked to call the “Heavens.” It was a marketplace on a certain plot of ground close to the road, on this certain plot of land it was said that magic seemed to thrive and that was where the gods came to do their dirty work and charm a few people. You could trade for certain enchanted items but many of the items for sell were magic. People flocked to the stalls for a small taste of magic, or for their one wish to be granted. The wishes varied from person to person but most of them were family issues.
“Please grant us a good harvest.”
“Please let my daughter marry a rich man.”
“Would you please watch over my animals and make sure they grow strong and healthy.”
“Allow my son to get a good job as an official.”
They flocked in huge groups but they all came with their price. Magic was no simple thing and it took more than what people had. A wish for son could cost someone a year of servitude for the certain god, or a simple wish for health could cost memories from someone’s childhood. Using magic was risky and everyone knew that but still the came wanting more and more, cursing the gods when it backfired. Ryu Dal-rae tried to be the best daughter for her family, since she could walk and talk the young girl did everything for her family. She did her chores without complaint, never talked back to her parents, took care of her siblings, and always followed their orders to a T. So when her parents told her to never step foot in the marketplace ran by the gods, Dal-rae took the longer way back home so she wouldn’t have to pass by the “Heavens.”
Dal-rae would watch as her friends raced off and weave through the stalls, risking a chance to see the gods. She would pull from their grasp as they tried to pull her past the line of no return but the girl would turn around and walk straight home. Her parents cursed out anyone who went there saying that they were “selling their soul to the devil” and Dal-rae never made a fuss about it. As the woman grew and matured into a beautiful young lady, she forgot all about the gods and instead welcomed the arranged marriage that her parents had found, with open arms. Just like she had with her parents, Dal-rae wanted to be the best wife for her new husband.
The man she married was harsh and aggressive, he resented his parents for the marriage and took it out on Dal-rae but she pushed it to the side. She worked hard to be the best for him, but no matter what she did it wasn’t enough and the only thing that would be enough, her body refused to do. Dal-rae’s womb was inhospitable for a child, it didn’t matter how hard she tried. The woman tried everything, going to every physician and tried elixir that the doctors had suggested, she asked her friends and used every tip she had received from them. She even went to Shamans, hoping that a blessing would change her circumstances but even after that, nothing changed.
All she wanted was a child, whether that child was a girl or boy. Dal-rae prayed every night to the gods but everyday her body betrayed her desire to produce a child for her and her husband. she fell into a depression as she watched everyone else give birth to their sons who grew to be great young men. Her shame and sadness grew more every year and her husband became more embarrassed, pulling away from his wife emotionally. All Dal-rae wanted was a child, but instead all she got was shame from her village, her own family disowned her and her husband barely even looked at her. The only peace and happiness the woman felt came from her daily walks through nature.
It brought back memories of her childhood, when she would chase frogs after filling up the buckets with water from the stream. It brought back memories of when everyone was proud of her, and it stopped from the bad thoughts consuming her mind. When that wouldn’t help, she would start singing and it felt like the whole world would disappear. Her mind would fill with thoughts of her holding her child and singing them to sleep, until one day she wasn’t the only one singing. As she opened her eyes, Dal-rae stood right in front of the marketplace she had been avoiding since she was just a kid.
Her feet toed the line of magic, and as she rocked on her feet she could feel the magic. Every time she rocked forward, she could feel the small surge of energy and emotions. It buzzed through her entire body, making her heart race and all her pain and worries leave her head almost instantly. People looked so happy there, as they walked through the stalls. A smile crossed her face and she wondered why her parents kept her from such a joyous place. With one step, Dal-rae crossed into the gods domain and crossed the point of no return. The energy felt different now that she was inside the market place, her emotions were running on high.
She felt so driven but also so tired and sad, her eyes landed on one of the goddesses. She was absolutely beautiful and Dal-rae almost ran forward, crashing to her knees in front of the goddess as her hands reached out to grab onto anything. Her hands tangled in the goddess’s dress.
“Please!” The woman cried. “Please grant me a wish, I’ll do anything for you.”
Her head was too clouded for any reasonable thinking. The goddess glared down at the woman trying to yank her dress out of the woman’s hands. A small circle started forming around the goddess and the woman, people gasped and whispered watching the sight. no one approached the distraught woman or furious goddess, scared of what would happen.
“You dare to touch me mortal?” She hissed as she tried to pull harder but Dal-rae’s grasp was ironclad. She brought it up to her tear covered face as snot ran from her nose.
“I beg of you, I’ve done everything right.” She said muffled as her face dug into the silky fabric. Women covered children eye and turned themselves, sure that this would be the last they would see of the poor woman.
“Get off of me. You don’t deserve to touch me.” Jowangshin hissed out and kicked the woman’s chest finally breaking her from her dress. That didn’t stop Dal-rae, she got onto her knees and crawled forward trying to grab the goddess’s dress again. “I’ve give you anything you want, money, servitude, my family. Please, I’ve done everything right.”
The goddess pulled her dress back, opening her mouth to bark something at the woman but another voice boomed from the crowd. “Jowangshin.”
The deep voice made everyone jump except for Dal-rae who wad now gripping on the grass and crying into the ground. The crowed parted like the seas and a man walked into the middle of the newly formed circle, his gaze piercing into the goddess’s soul. The whispering started again as the man stopped in the middle, his eyes fell to the distraught woman before glaring back up at the goddess.
“Mireuk.” Jowangshin said both annoyed and relieved that the god was there.
“What is going on?” His voice dropped in volume but not in his commanding tone. The goddess’s eyes went wide as she pointed down at the woman. “Didn’t you see her, she grabbed my dress and covered it in her snot.”
Mireuk stepped forward and grabbed her arm harshly, whispering so that only she could hear. “That’s your job. You comfort humans and grant their wish.”
“Then you do it.” She hissed back and turned to walk away. The god sighed watching her walk away.
Dal-rae felt a hand on her shoulder, slowly her tears lessened just enough for her to sit up and see who it was. A sad smile covered her face as she saw another god squatting down in front of her.
“What is wrong, my dear?’ He asked softly, Dal-rae brought her hands up in front of her begging the god. “Please grant me a wish.”
Her tears came back as she barely pushed out, snot ran down her face as she spat as she spoke absolutely distraught. “Please give me a child. I’m an outcast in my own town, my family doesn’t speak to me anymore, I’ve lost my friends, and my husband barely acknowledges me. Please I’ve done everything right.”
The god sighed once again as his head dropped, he was stuck with a predicament. He had to make a deal with her, that was his whole job but the woman who kneeled in front of him was so broken. She had no one, her friends and family had given up on her, the man she had been married to wasn’t even there for her and she had been ostracized from her village.
“I’ll make you a deal, I’ll grant you your wish.” Dal-rae picked up her head and gasped, more tears rushed to her eyes but these were happy tears. The woman threw herself forward wrapping her arms around his neck hugging the god tightly. “Oh thank you, thank you so much. You are a powerful god.”
He pulled the woman’s arms from around his neck, placing them softly in her lap as he explained. “But, if it is a boy, he will inherit his father’s anger and hatred. If it is a girl-“ he paused for a second, Dal-rae leaned in waiting for his next words. “Are you sure you want this?”
She nodded franticly, her hands gripped his tightly. Mireuk sighed.
“You’ll lose what you value most.”
9 months later, Dal-rae’s wish was granted. Haneul was born healthy but her mother fell into a sickness, she became bedridden and was unable to take care of her newborn so the job fell onto her husband. Yong-sam found it hard and uncomfortable at first, unsure on how to take care of a baby along with his usual routine but as she grew he found a way.
It was easy to pretend that he had a son when Haneul was a baby, but as the girl slowly grew Yong-sam’s shame and resentment slowly grew. He tried to teach the girl all the things that a boy would need to learn but every time he was reminded that Haneul was not his son.
“Hold your sword up Haneul.” The young girl groaned as she held up the stick she was using as a sword. It was one of her father’s old practice swords and it was twice as big as her and twice her weight.
Her arms faltered as it clattered to the floor, Haneul’s arms felt tighter from picking it up and holding it over her head over and over again for what felt like an hour. Haneul picked it up from the floor and picked int up again, it wobbled in her hands but her father smiled before continuing with his lesson.
“Now you never want to hold it like-“ Haneul zoned out as her father droned on, she tried to listen but her mind wandered elsewhere.
Her eyes wandered over to where some of her friends were, she watched as they played and ran around squealing and laughing. Haneul would rather be other there having fun with her friends than practicing swords with her father.
“Pay attention.” Yong-sam hit the back of his daughter’s head. “You need to know how to hold a sword if you want to use one.”
Haneul hissed and rubbed the back of her head. Her eyes looked at her father as he picked up his own sword, Haneul followed along with what he was doing. She would nod and listen as he continued but every once in a while, her eyes and mind would drift off to the children playing off in the distance. One of the girls stopped and looked back at Haneul, smiling and laughing. Yong-sun held up her hand beckoning for Haneul to come play with them. Haneul smiled back, she knew them well and wanted to play.
“I want you to hit me Haneul.” Her father’s voice pulled Haneul into the present. “As hard as you can and with good form.”
The young girl tightened her grip around the wooden sword and lifted it up. Haneul wobbled for a second before running up to her father, she pulled it as high as she could over her head and brought it down when she reached her dad but it barely did anything to the man. He laughed and pushed her sword back, Haneul crashed to the ground.
“You call that hitting? I want you to try with all your might.” He egged her on.
Haneul got back up and grabbed her wooden sword as she tried again, she held it as high as she could but due to the size, it did nothing as it came down on her father. Yong-sam was annoyed by the second attempt, by the time he was her age he had been able to take on his brothers where were stronger than him.
“Try again.” He hissed out but Haneul’s arms gave out.
She shook her head as she but the stick down panting. “Dad, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think sword fighting is for me, can I go play?”
His fantasy came crashing around him the second she started speaking, he was stupid for thinking that Haneul could be his son. Even the training gear that she wore looked awkward, she would always just be his daughter. How could his only child be a girl.
“Fine. Go on.” He spat out and picked up the wooden sword. He turned and walked away from his daughter.
Haneul ripped off the gear and rushed over to where her friends stood laughing as she saw them. Yong-sam wanted a child that wouldn’t bring him shame and Haneul wanted someone who understood her. Neither would get what they wanted, at least not in this lifetime
“Next time can you find someone who can actually help me?” Haneul asked as she slipped the three leaf clover into her pocket. Yeosang said it would protect her from harm.
“What do you mean? Didn’t Yeosang help you?”
She shook her head. “Not really, he just told me about another guy who can help me. Something called a Dokkaebi. I don’t know what that is.”
Hongjoong let out a laugh, he had many run in with many Dokkaebi. They were fun because of how mischievous they were. He had a lot of fun with them but sometimes they were really mean and annoying.
“And all it costed was a promise to bring him to the city.” Haneul added proud of herself. That made Hongjoong laugh louder.
“aish, you really are a human, you dummy.” He said and flicked her head. Haneul gasped. “Dummy? How dare you.”
“Great you owe something to a Fae. This is absolutely amazing.” He hissed out and Haneul looked at his confusedly.
She rubbed her head and answered. “You said he was your friend.”
“Yeah but I’m not going around making deals with him.” Hongjoong ran his hand through his hair.
Haneul turned to the Demon going to say something but before she could, someone pulled her away and spun her from the Demon. Hongjoong cocked his eyebrow as he saw San with a concerned expression.
He cupped her face. “Are you okay? Did anything happen?” San bombarded the woman with questions checking to see if anything had happened.
“She’s fine but Miss Talks-a-lot made a promise with a Fae.” Hongjoong added and pulled another cigarette from his pack. San looked from the Demon to the woman who put her hands on his shoulders and smiled.
“I’m fine San. I’m glad that you’re worrying about me but can we just go home?” She bent down and picked up the umbrella that San had dropped. The rain had lightened up significantly but San looked drenched, she hoped that he didn’t sit out in the rain worrying about her.
Haneul turned and rushed up to the car, getting into the back and slamming the door closed. Hongjoong took a step closer to the Werewolf, he flicked open his lighter and brought the flame up to the end of his cigarette before flicking it close.
“Don’t look so eager, San. Your puppy’s showing.” He said with a smirk as he blew the smoke into San’s face. The cigarette hung lazily between his lips as he walked across the street and towards the car, instead of getting into the back with Haneul, he opened up the passanger side door.
San let out a growl before walking over to his car, he got into the drivers seat and turned on the ignition. The car sped down the road, the drive silent as Haneul leaned against the window. Her eyes were fixed on the outside.
“So what did you promise him?” San asked looking through the rearview mirror like a dad checking in on their kid.
“To take him into the city.” Haneul mumbled just enough for him to hear. San sighed. “That’s not the worst thing you could’ve promised.”
A small smile flickered on her lips, but she just stared at the moving scenery. The car rolled back into the city which seemed to be clearing up, the sky wasn’t as gray now. It didn’t look as bad as this morning. San groaned as he saw all the spots near his cafe and parked just down the street. They all got out and started towards the cafe.
“It was really nice there.” Haneul said quietly as they continued down the street. A smile crossed her face. “It’s crazy to think that he was in the city when cars were still new and now you have so much knowledge at your fingertips.”
San nodded as he pulled his keys from his pocket and walked up to the door, he went to unlock the door but it opened without an issue. San’s eyes went open as Hongjoong moved and pushed Haneul behind him. San furrowed his eyebrows as he got ready to fight whoever was stupid enough to still from a Werewolf. He slid his hand behind his back as his claws grew.
The two men walked in slowly as Haneul hid behind the Demon. Their eyes swept through the cafe hearing the sounds of dogs whining and San’s eyes landed on the person sitting at one of the tables. Hongjoong stepped forward and made a wall in front of Haneul.
“Finally some damn service.” the man said and leaned back in the chair.
“Who are you?” San called out, Haneul peaked around the two men to see who was in the cafe.
The unknown man stood up. “Someone called for a Dokkaebi.”
Haneul’s eyes went wide as she perked up, her feel pulled her around the Demon and the Werewolf as she held up her hand.
“That was me.” Haneul said and the two men relaxed. San closed his hand handing his claws. “Yeosang said that a Dokkaebi could help.”
Hongjoong cleared his throat and pulled Haneul to the side. She rolled her eyes hating how he always seemed to pull her around.
“Can you stop pulling me.” Haneul hissed out
Hongjoong interrupted the girl. “Do you seriously want to trust a Dokkaebi? They’re worse than…me.”
Haneul rolled her eyes. “Well I’ve already made a deal with a Demon and a Fae so it can’t get worse can it?”
The Dokkaebi looked around and at them. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms. He didn’t like San glaring at him or the whispering happening in the corner. He rubbed his neck.
“Can we hurry this up, I’m kinda on the run from the gods.” Haneul gasped as he said that. She almost ran up to him yelling out. “You know the gods?”
Wooyoung stepped back, making some room between him and the woman. He chuckled a bit nervously. “Yes but we’re not on the best terms.”
“he works for Seokga, that-“ San said hissing out, he took a step forward. Hongjoong stepped in front of the Werewolf stopping him mid sentence. San looked at the Demon as he shook his head.
Haneul shook her head and continued. “It doesn’t matter, can you help me get to the gods?”
Wooyoung looked from the girl, his eyes locked with San before they flicked over to Hongjoong. The Goblin turned away and cleared his throat to suppress the smile and laugh.
“Why should I?” He asked and Haneul gasped. “I’m so glad you deci-what?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and shrugged. “I could help you but why should I?”
Hongjoong stepped forward and spoke mirroring the Goblin’s posture. “Because I’m sure there will be some mischief along the way, and no Dokkaebi would be willing to say no.”
Wooyoung gulped, his mouth opened and closed. San chuckled a bit as Hongjoong smirked. They had backed him in a corner, he mumbled something under his breath. He really did like mischief.
“How about we talk over some food?” Haneul asked glaring back at the Demon. She needed help from the gods and this Dokkaebi was her only lead so Haneul didn’t need Hongjoong scaring him away.
“Yes!” Wooyoung’s eyes went wide, he liked food just as much as mischief. “A plate of buckwheat jelly, and some sorghum and red bean rice cakes would be nice.”
Haneul sat across the Goblin, barely on the edge of her seat as she watched the man stuff his mouth full of food. the smell of buckwheat and red bean filled the cafe, San walked out from behind the counter and placed a plate of red bean cakes on the table. Wooyoung thanked the Werewolf through a mouthful of food. Hongjoong pulled up a chair and straddled the seat.
“So how do you know Yeosang?” Hongjoong asked trying to make conversation. Wooyoung looked up. “We used to go out a lot. He couldn’t use his powers so he relied on me until he met you.”
He glared over at Hongjoong before shoveling more food into his mouth. Haneul tapped her finger against the table impatiently, the woman sighed.
“Can you find the gods?” He froze and looked back up at Haneul. Her eyes begged him.
“It depends, Mireuk doesn’t like my kind.”
“Wouldn’t think that would stop a Dokkaebi.” Hongjoong mumbled out.
They jumped at the sound of the metal chopsticks hitting the plate. His eyes locked with Hongjoong and the two glared at each other, not saying anything. She rolled her eyes and got up, this time it was her who was dragging Hongjoong away instead of him. He hissed as she grabbed his collar and pulled him out of earshot.
“Ow, that hurt.” He whined rubbing his neck. Haneul rolled her eyes. “Get over it you big baby.”
“What? Why’d you pull me over?”
“Stop what?” He asked smirking
Haneul hissed out. “Screwing with my people.”
“What do you mean screwing?”
She was at the edge of her wits with him, he had been nothing but a pain in her ass. As soon as she could break this curse, the better.
“I need you to play nice, okay? I don’t care if you don’t like them or don’t get along with them, the sooner we can find the gods and get my powers back, the sooner we can break this deal.”
Hongjoong fake pouted a bit. “I’m a little sad you want to get rid of me that soon.” He gasped and put his hand against his chest. “You’d chose dog breath and one-leg over me?”
“This is what I’m talking about, this is serious Hongjoong. He is our gateway to the gods.” She hissed out before just giving up. “Stay back here while I take care of it.”
“Come on, it was just a joke.” He laughed out as Haneul walked back up to the table.
Wooyoung was almost done with his food when Haneul had come back to the table. He gulped and looked from the woman, he could feel her eyes glare into him. Hongjoong stood leaning against the wall but his eyes were locked on the Dokkaebi.
“Listen, I need this.” Haneul said softly. “I need to get to the gods and I need your help. I’ll pay you.”
He cocked his eyebrow at the mention of money, he leaned back in his seat and gulped the bit. “How much?”
“Enough.” San hissed out as he grabbed the almost empty plates. Wooyoung wasn’t done but he was too scared to say anything different to the Werewolf.
A smile crossed his lips. “I have to speak to Seokga, so let’s meet tomorrow. I’ll send you the location, make sure you bring the money.”
The Dokkaebi got up and walked out of the doors. None of them moved to do anything, Haneul just sighed as San and Hongjoong moved to the girl. Wooyoung laughed as he left the cafe before pulling his phone out.
“Seokga, yeah I got a couple of suckers.” He laughed into the phone and continued down the street.
Hongjoong watched as the man walked away, he didn’t have a good feeling about this but he couldn’t say anything. Haneul wouldn’t listen to reason. So he just turned to the woman who seemed lost in thought, and walked up to her.
“Hey.” He said softly as he touched her shoulder. “’I’ll take you to your house.”
She nodded and stood up, she waved goodbye to San before following Hongjoong out of the building and up to his car. It was already almost night and Haneul wondered how much time had passed when she was with Yeosang. She didn’t have much time but at least her time spent there would live on forever.
Hongjoong never felt like this, so confused on what he was supposed to be feeling. The Demon never cared before, that’s how all Demons were made. Empathy was a foreign concept to him, nothing more than a thing that he saw in shows and movies. He though humans were stupid for caring more than they should for people that were nothing but horrible to them but as he stared at the woman who sat in the passenger side seat, he almost felt bad for her.
His hand ran over his chest pushing harshly where his heart laid, a hiss left his lips as it felt like something was twisting it. Hongjoong blamed it on the stupid curse, if he wasn’t connected to her, if only he didn’t have to so all this for her. Haneul lifted her head from the window and looked over at the Demon, she always hated seeing someone in distress no matter who they were or if she liked them or not.
“Are you okay?” She asked, the Demon nodded and groaned. “My chest feels tight.”
Haneul shifted in her seat, so that she was facing him better. She clapped her hands together before rubbing them together, feeling her hands heating up. Hongjoong looked from the road over at Haneul, he let out a small chuckle confused on what she was doing. The woman was becoming weirder the more human she was becoming.
“What are you-“ Hongjoong went to ask but before he could finish his question, Haneul leaned over and pressed her hand against his chest. A warm feeling spreading across his chest.
Blush immediately covered his cheeks as he looked down for a second seeing her warm hand on his chest. Haneul used her other hand to push her hair behind her ear and hummed a bit. He looked over at the girl, blinking for a bit as she seemed too focused on her hand.
“What.” He said as he cleared his throat.
“Huh?” Haneul looked up and Hongjoong looked back at the road before her eyes could meet his.
“What are you doing?” He asked and Haneul shrugged. “Helping.”
His hand slowly moved going to meet her hand when all of the sudden, Haneul changed her hands. She pressed the ice cold water bottle she had against his chest. Hongjoong yelled out as the car swerved a bit, Haneul immediately pulled the water bottle back as her head hit the door.
“What was that for?” Haneul yelled and rubbed her head. Hongjoong shouted back. “What was that for?” He asked pointing to the water bottle.
Haneul answered. “It helps with anxiety, Yeonjun used to do that to me when I got anxiety attacks.” Her voice grew softer as she turned away from the man. “You said your chest hurt so I though that I would help you.”
Haneul placed her water bottle against her head where she had hit it against the door. Her mouth was turned up in a frown as she leaned as far away from him as she could. Hongjoong rolled his eyes but he gulped as his chest felt fine, sure his heart was racing but it wasn’t hurting anymore. He glared over at the woman, it was still unnecessary. The Demon leaned forward and turned on the radio filling the silence with whatever song was on at the time. Besides the soft song, the ride was silent. Every so often, Hongjoong heard a soft sniffle coming from where Haneul sat. He was glad when they finally pulled up to Haneul’s apartment building.
“We’re here.” He said coldly as he opened the door and slammed it shut.
Haneul scoffed as she watched the Demon walk away. “That asshole, I was helping.” Finally she got out of the car slamming the door as she chased after the man.
She was happy to be home, but rolled her eyes as she watched Hongjoong saunter around like he lived there as well. He threw his coat on the back of a chair as he fell on the couch.
“I’m gonna order takeout, what do you want?” He asked nonchalantly. Haneul scoffed and didn’t answer as she walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
This was what Hongjoong was talking about, humans were too emotional and they were hard to read. Just a second ago she seemed so happy, happy enough to help and now Haneul was giving him the cold shoulder? If that’s how she wanted to play, then Hongjoong would happily play.
Haneul let out a groan as she leaned back against the door, she hated him. The woman ran her hands over her face and moved from the door, she plugged up the bathtub before turning on the water. Haneul sat on the edge of the tub moving her hand through the water as it filled up before turning off the water when she thought it was filled enough.
She stood up and peeled off her clothes as if she was getting rid of all the bad things that had happened throughout the day. The water seemed to wash away what was left of the sucky day, all the thoughts of the Dokkaebi and Hongjoong seemed to dissipate and rise up into the air like the steam from the bath. Slowly Haneul sunk lower and lower into the bath until her head was under water.
Outside, Hongjoong paced around the floor. He was too restless to watch tv for some reason and he couldn’t do anything else. Finally he sighed and made his way out onto the patio, he went to fish out his cigarette pack but shook his head and reached into his other pocket and pulled out his phone. he thumbed through his contacts before pressing on one and brought it up to his ear.
Hongjoong just sighed as he dropped his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
A man’s voice answered the phone. “What’s up Hongjoong?” He sounded happy.
“I need you to look up someone for me.” Hongjoong answered, his friend hummed over on the other end. The Demon could hear as the man moved in his own house. “It’s for my friend.” Hongjoong added.
“Choi Jongho, he was an official in the Joseon period.”
The man laughed. “Wah, you’re making me search up someone who died? Who is this for?”
“Can you do it or not?” Hongjoong hissed out making his friend laugh. “Okay, okay I understand.”
Hongjoong still didn’t fully understand why he was doing this but here he was helping some human.