SYNOPSIS. When you committed to your university, you never expected to reunite with your childhood best friend, Caleb. When your mom urges you to help him move in, your friendship seems to take a turn.
WARNINGS. Profanity, Alcohol Consumption, NSFW, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy!), penetrative sex, fingering, oral (receiving), Breeding Kink, Obsessive themes
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“That’s the last one,” Caleb mumbled, kicking his heel out to prop his dorm door open for you. You nodded curtly at his gesture, holding your breath while you carried in the last box of his belongings. You let out a soft pant, setting down the heavy bin of God knows what.
“It’s no problem! Really,” you insisted, your gaze shifting up to meet his soft lavender eyes.
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The day before your mother had pulled you aside after dinner, scolding you for being a bad friend and not keeping in touch with Caleb.
“I mean, how do you not realize the boy you’ve grown up with is attending the same college as you?” She chided, aggressively scrubbing the dishes that had piled up in your kitchen sink.
“I don’t know, Mom,” you groaned, propping yourself up against the kitchen counter. “Don’t get me wrong, Caleb and I are friendly with one another, but I guess the topic of college never came up?” You cringed your shoulders. Sure, you and Caleb exchanged a few pleasantries here and there, but there was never too much the two of you had to talk about; not like there was any unsettled business or sour feelings.
“Well, you're lucky his mother and I keep in frequent contact hm?” Your mom hummed, the ceramic clinking of plates filling the air as she shut the now-filled dishwasher. “You should help him move into the dorms tomorrow, his poor mother has knee problems and you’re young and spry.”
You slumped over, your shoulders hanging heavy in the air. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up early and be on campus before school even started, but your mom seemed pretty insistent that you help the poor boy and spare his mother’s aching joints.
“Okay, okay. I’ll find my way over there and see what I can do, alright?” You let out a sigh as your mom shoots you a grateful smile.
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“So,” you feign a cough to break the silence. “Did you want help unpacking?” You found yourself leaning against the bare metal bed frame, scanning the room around you. Somehow, this man had managed to score a single – and a pretty spacious one at that. Although the room was bare now, knowing Caleb it’d probably be properly unpacked and prim in a few hours.
“You don’t have to do all that, pipsqueak. I can handle it,” He assured with a smile, his eyes crinkled into small half-mooned crescents. He was knelt down beside a bin, popping the lid open and beginning the search for his packed bedding. He stood up with a simple gray sheet in his hand, turning toward your direction.
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind helping,” you reached a hand outward, grabbing onto the sheet and beginning to spread it along the expanse of the oh-so-small twin bed. Neatly tucking the sheet beneath the corner of the mattress, you snuck a glance at Caleb. You could tell he was a bit surprised at your forwardness but nonetheless appreciated it and followed suit in your movements.
The two of you spent the next few hours unpacking and organizing his dorm – from making the bed to helping him hang his clothes.
“Wait (Y/N), don’t open that one –” too late. Your hands had already opened the box and there they were: neatly stacked and folded and in all of their glory were several pairs of boxers. Ranging from plain colors to some mixed plaids and finally on top – a pair of them with little apples scattered across the fabric.
“Oh,” was all you could muster out. You shut the lid promptly, scooting it out of the way and going to grab a different one. You peeked at him through your lashes. A hand covered half his face, and his eyes were screwed shut, a light pink color flushed against his cheeks.
“I’ll have to go through that one later,” He mused, his hand moving to rest against the back of his neck. The rest of the unpacking, much to your surprise, went smoothly. By the time you finished, his room looked as if he’d lived there the whole time.
“Thank you, (Y/N), really, I don’t think I would’ve been able to move in so quickly without your help,” he rested his weight against the edge of his now-made bed. “Can I maybe treat you to dinner?” His lips drew themselves into a thin line, his eyes meeting yours – almost as if praying to the universe that you’d accept his offer. You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right.
“Dinner?” you repeated, trying—and failing—to mask the surprise in your voice. Your gaze dropped to his hands, which were absentmindedly fiddling with a corner of the bed sheet you'd just tucked in. Caleb had always been polite, maybe even a little old-school in how he treated people. But this felt like... something else. It didn’t feel the same as that once-innocent younger boy you grew up with.
“If you want,” he clarified quickly at the end of his statement, brushing imaginary lint off his jeans and avoiding eye contact. “I just thought it’d be nice since you helped me out, and I haven’t really had a chance to thank you properly or catch up with you. There’s this little sushi place down on Main Street—I heard it’s good?”
Your lips curled slightly into a smile. “You remembered I like sushi?”
Caleb looked up at you then, the corner of his mouth twitching. “(Y/N), you used to talk about getting sushi and miso soup all the time. That’s not something I could easily forget.”
The tension cracked a bit between you both, just enough for you to exhale a laugh. “Fine, I’ll let you treat me.”
“Done.”
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Main Street was just starting to buzz with the early evening crowd when the two of you made it there. The walk from campus was short but filled with odd spurts of conversation—mostly about upcoming classes, shared childhood memories, and how you’d managed to not know you were going to the same university until your mothers brought it up.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t know,” Caleb said, nudging your elbow as you stepped into the cozy restaurant. “I mean, we literally follow each other on Instagram.”
You gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, and you only post pictures of planes and clouds. Not exactly a location update.”
He chuckled, brushing a hand through his thick layered hair.
“Fair enough.”
After many sushi rolls were consumed, something shifted. Maybe it was the home-y comfort food or the nostalgic laughter, but you started to feel less like acquaintances and more like... (Y/N) and Caleb again. The way you’d been before high school and moving vans and awkward teenage silences.
“So, graphic design, huh?” Caleb asked as he leaned back in his seat. “That tracks. You used to doodle all over your homework.”
You shrugged, twirling a straw in your drink. “Yeah, well... what can I say. I have a passion for creating, I love the nature of art.”
He grinned. “I think it suits you. You’ve always had an eye for stuff like that. Colors, symmetry.”
“And you?” you raised a brow. “Aerospace engineering? Trying to fly away from all your responsibilities?”
“Obviously,” he deadpanned. “But mostly, I just want to build something that ends up out there.” He motioned toward the sky, as if you could see the stars from the restaurant booth. “It’s... grounding, in a weird way.”
The table fell quiet for a moment. You were watching him now, not just the boy you used to ride bikes with, but the person he’d become. Grounded and lofty all at once.
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The weeks that followed passed in a blur of syllabi, campus events, and more run-ins with Caleb than you could count. Which was odd, considering he practically made a home for himself in the campus library.
He texted you after class the next day.
[CALEB]: Can I borrow your notes from Design Theory? I think I slept through half of it with my eyes open.
You replied with a smirking emoji and a PDF of your notes.
[(Y/N)]: don’t thank me too much :p
Later that week, you knocked lightly on his dorm door, a physics textbook hugged to your chest.
“I know this is your thing sooo,” you said, wincing slightly as you walked through his doorway. “If I have to look at one more vector diagram without understanding it, I might combust.”
“Come in,” he grinned, stepping aside. “Let’s trade. Physics help for some sketching practice and coaching?”
Before long, helping each other became second nature—him hunched over your Laptop, poking at your Illustrator file, while you scribbled equations on a whiteboard in his room. You teased him for his weirdly good eye for visual hierarchy; he claimed your physics doodles were actually better than some of the diagrams in his textbook.
And somewhere in the midst of study sessions and late-night diner runs, you realized you didn’t dread waking up for early campus mornings anymore. Especially if they meant seeing Caleb—your not-so-new, not-so-distant friend.
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The hum of the fluorescent lights in the academic building were steady, almost comforting as you sat hunched over a large spread of design theory notes. You’d tucked yourself into one of the small study pods, surrounded by empty tables and soft chatter from other students who passed by in a hurry.
The walls were lined with modern art—colorful abstract pieces and intricate geometric designs—and, despite the chill in the air, the room had a familiar warmth to it. It was a place where you could focus. A place where you could get lost in your work and forget the looming deadlines of projects and exams.
But even in this quiet corner, you found it hard to concentrate. Your mind kept drifting back to the conversation you’d had with Caleb the night before. He’d called to ask for a quick study session for his upcoming art examination, which had caught you a bit off guard. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a hard worker, but you hadn’t expected him to reach out for something like that.
Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts. You glanced down at the screen, half-expecting a random notification, but no—there it was. A text from Caleb.
[CALEB]: Be there in 5. Save me a seat :)
A soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips, and you quickly rearranged your things to make room for him. It was almost second nature how he could slide back into your life without much effort at all.
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Five minutes passed, then ten. You were just beginning to wonder if maybe something had come up when you finally saw him.
Caleb’s unmistakable figure appeared at the entrance, his tall frame easily cutting through the crowd of students. As he stepped into the study space, his eyes scanned the room, and then, as if he had a built-in radar for where you were sitting, they found yours.
He smiled that familiar little smile, the one that always made you feel like you were home. He began walking toward you, his steps light, but just as he was about to reach the table, a girl approached him.
She was holding a stack of papers, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her eyes were wide, too wide, almost as if she had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Caleb stopped in his tracks, his hand still halfway to his back pocket.
“Hey,” the girl said, flashing a bright, slightly nervous smile. “Are you Caleb? I’m in your thermodynamics class, and—um, I was wondering if you could maybe give me your number? I’m trying to form a study group and... I thought it’d be great to have you be a part of it – I mean, you’re like the smartest guy in class.”
You watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow. Caleb was silent for a moment, his posture stiffening slightly as if he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. But when his gaze flickered back toward you, the tension in his shoulders eased, and his lips curled into a soft, almost apologetic smile toward the girl.
“Sorry,” Caleb said, his tone polite but firm. “I don’t think I’m the best person to study with right now. I’m actually going to study with my girlfriend right now.”
The girl seemed momentarily taken aback but didn’t push further. She forced a smile, awkwardly nodded, and then turned on her heel, leaving Caleb free to make his way over to you.
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped as he finally sat down across from you, his expression a mixture of bemusement and relief.
“Girlfriend, huh?” you teased, folding your arms over your chest.
He grinned, shaking his head as he unpacked his own materials. “I figured it was a pretty good excuse to get out of whatever she was trying to rope me into,” he admitted with a small smile.
You raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, and what’s wrong with her wanting your number?”
Caleb shot you a sheepish glance. “Well, I’m just not interested in giving my number to people who ask.”
Your gaze softened, and you met his eyes. For a moment, there was a quiet understanding between you two. Caleb had always been popular amongst his peers, or so you heard from your mother. He never had a girlfriend, though, ever. could tell it wasn’t just about the number. It was about his priorities—about what mattered to him right now.
“Alright,” you said, tapping your pencil on the table. “So... about that study session?”
He nodded, settling into his chair and pulling out a notebook from his bag. “Right. I’m actually kind of freaking out about this art exam. I know it’s not physics or anything, but I just... I don’t know. I guess I haven’t done a ton of art since high school, and now it feels like I’m starting from scratch.”
You tilted your head, considering his words. “You’ve always had an eye for it, Caleb. You’ve just... gotta remember how to channel it. Let me see what you’ve got so far.”
He hesitated for a second but then slid his sketchbook over to you. The pages were filled with rough sketches—abstract patterns, geometric designs, and some minimalist ideas that had potential. As you flipped through, you could tell there was talent there, but it needed focus. Toward the last page, however, you lingered. There had been a few rough sketches scattered across the parchment of…. Your face?
Caleb cleared his throat, reaching a hand over the page and quickly snatching the book out of your grasp. When you looked up at him, he shot you a sheepish grin, tucking the book away.
“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, jotting down a few notes in your own notebook. “Let’s start with these basic shapes. You’ve got the right idea, but you need to play with the proportions and scale a bit more. Add some layers. Make it breathe.”
Caleb nodded, leaning forward as you helped walk him through how to refine his sketches. The two of you got into a rhythm, bouncing ideas back and forth, and by the time the sun was beginning to set, you’d worked through most of the exam material.
As you closed the last notebook, Caleb sat back and stretched. “Thanks, (Y/N),” he said, his voice a little more relaxed. “I think I actually feel ready for this now. Seriously, I don’t think I would’ve been able to do this without your help.”
You smiled at him, but before you could respond, Caleb’s tone shifted slightly. He glanced at his watch and then at you, his eyes brightening.
“So, I know we’ve been working hard... but how about a little reward?” he said, his voice low enough to almost sound like a secret. “How about you come over to my place tonight? I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” You asked, intrigued but also cautious. “What kind of surprise?”
“Trust me,” Caleb said with a mischievous grin, “I’m sure you’ll like where it’s going.”
You raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help feeling curious. “Alright, I’m intrigued. I’ll meet you there after dinner.”
Caleb smiled and gave you a nod. “It’s a deal. Later, pipsqueak.”
As he packed up his things and left, you found yourself trying to push away the small flutter in your stomach. A surprise? What could it be?
But whatever it was, you knew Caleb wouldn’t let you down.
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“Caleb?” Your knuckles rapped against his dorm door, awaiting his presence. A muffled voice interrupts your train of thought.
“Coming, coming.” You hear a few sounds of rustling before footsteps, and an open door greets you. “You’re early, pipsqueak.” His hand reaches up to ruffle your hair, soon after traveling down to your lower back, where he ushers you inside his room.
“I couldn’t keep my best friend waiting, could I?” You found yourself kicking off your shoes, hopping onto his made bed, and propping yourself up amongst his pillows.
Caleb shut the door behind you, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read—something between amused and nervous.
“So…” you began, stretching your legs across his mattress, “what’s this big surprise? You’re not secretly making me tutor you for another hour, are you?”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, no physics tonight. I swear.”
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Then what?”
He walked over to his desk, where a neatly folded outfit—a casual button-down and his nicer jeans—lay waiting. “We’re going out.”
You blinked. “Out? Like... out out?”
“To the frat party,” he said, shooting you a grin. “It’s supposed to be huge tonight. And,” he added quickly, “I figured you deserved a night off for basically saving my academic life.”
You stared at him, momentarily stunned. “You want to go to a frat party?”
“Okay, I know, I’m not exactly the party guy,” Caleb admitted with a smirk. “But hey—first semester of college, right? Why not make a few fun memories?”
You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “You better not make me regret this.”
Caleb raised his hand in mock solemnity. “I would never.”
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The Delt party was exactly what you expected—loud, chaotic, pulsing with music, and crowded with students dressed just a little too nicely for a night of spilled drinks and uncoordinated dancing. The backyard was strung with fairy lights, a small fire crackling in the distance, the scent of cheap beer and woodsmoke clinging to the air.
You stuck close to Caleb’s side as you navigated through the crowd. He handed you a drink, his fingers brushing yours for a split second longer than necessary. You tried not to read too much into it.
“Alright,” he said over the music, raising his cup. “To passing art exams and not dying in physics.”
You clinked your cup to his. “I’ll drink to that.”
As the night wore on, Caleb grew a little... different. Not bad—just looser. His words started to slur slightly, and his usual guarded posture gave way to easier smiles and more frequent touches. A hand on your shoulder here, a lingering glance there.
“You know, (Y/N),” he said, leaning in close as you both sat near the fire, the flickering light dancing in his eyes. “You’re kind of amazing.”
You blinked, surprised by the sudden sincerity in his tone. “You’re drunk.”
He laughed, nudging you with his shoulder. “A little. But I still mean it.”
You looked at him, unsure how to respond. You’d never seen Caleb like this before—unguarded, open. A little vulnerable.
“You’ve always been this... bright thing in my life, (Y/N). Even when we weren’t talking much in high school. I always remembered stuff about you. Like how you hate pencils that are too sharp. Or how you hum when you draw, even if you don’t realize it. I noticed.”
You stared at him, lips slightly parted.
“I didn’t forget you,” he continued, voice quieter now, eyes fully on you. “Not once. Not ever. You never left my mind.”
The world around you blurred—the music, the laughter, the distant cheer of someone winning a drinking game—and all you could hear was your heartbeat and Caleb’s words.
“Caleb I –,” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re drunk, we should get you back to your room.” Your hand latched onto his wrist, attempting to flee the scene of the party but his arm pulled taught; he didn’t budge.
“Caleb? Come on,” You yanked against his arm again, only to be tugged inward toward his chest. His movement was sloppy, tucking his arm to his side to bring you back in his vicinity.
“I’m being serious (Y/N),” he leaned down over you, his breath tickling your face; he reeked of alcohol.
You could feel your pulse flutter in your throat. The smell of cheap beer clung to him, the flush in his cheeks stark under the dim party lights. This wasn’t the version of him you were used to—the composed, quiet Caleb from your childhood. This one was raw, unfiltered, and very, very honest.
But drunk. Way too drunk.
“You’re not thinking straight,” you whispered, pushing gently against his chest. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
He didn’t fight it this time. Just let you guide him out the door, his body swaying as he leaned into you more than necessary, like your presence alone was grounding him. A couple of times, you felt his chin bump into the back of your head. He had been leaning over you, drinking in your scent as you walked him back to his dorm.
The cold night air hit hard, sobering your thoughts if not his. You kept a firm grip on his wrist as you led him across campus, trying not to focus on how his fingers crept up and subtly intertwined with yours.
By the time you reached his dorm, Caleb was quiet—too quiet. You helped him fumble with the keycard and finally shoved his dorm door open.
“Sit down,” you instructed, guiding him to the bed. “I’ll get you water.”
But the moment you turned toward the tiny dorm fridge, a hand reached out and caught your forearm.
“Why do you think I’m lying?” his words were slower now, but clear. “Why does everyone think drunk people can’t tell the truth?”
You met his gaze over your shoulder. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, one elbow on his knee, head tilted up to look at you with those sharp lilac eyes.
“It’s not about lying, Caleb,” you said softly. “It’s just… this might not be something you feel tomorrow. And I don’t want to be a mistake you regret.”
He stood then, slowly, like he was trying to keep his balance in more ways than one. “You think I wouldn’t remember wanting you?”
Your breath caught.
He gently pulled you closer to where he sat, carefully, almost reverently. His hand released your arm and crept up toward your face, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve wanted you since high school, (Y/N). Ever since we met and bonded over that stupid Pokémon game.”
You tried to laugh. Failed. Your heart caught in your throat.
“Caleb…”
“I’m not trying to push you,” he said, though the way his hand lingered against your cheek made it hard to believe – his thumb swiping gentle strokes across your skin. “But if I don’t do this now, I’m scared I’ll never do it.”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours.
It was soft, surprisingly gentle. A question, not a demand.
His mouth tasted of that sour alcohol aftertaste and desperation, but there was something else under it: warmth, sincerity.
It would’ve been easy to give in.
But you pulled back, your heart practically pounding out of your ribcage. “Caleb, you’re drunk,” you reminded him, more to yourself than him.
His forehead leaned against yours. “I know,” he whispered. “But I’m not wrong. And I’m not a liar.”
You stood there in the quiet hum of the dorm room, the distance between you barely inches, your brain mush.
“Please, (Y/N)?” His head still tilted upward to meet your gaze, his eyes pleading; full of desperation and raw need.
“Caleb I –,” you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for just a moment of frustration. “You’re drunk – like what if you don’t actually want this? What if you regret something?”
He cut you off, gently taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your face back to his. “(Y/N),” he paused, a beat passed as his eyes bore into yours. “If you would just believe me, and allow me, I could be fucking you on this bed right now.” His voice was low and rough with desire, his gaze never once leaving yours as he spoke.
“And if you think this is just a drunk man talking, then fuck,” He reached his other arm out to cup both your cheeks, leaning up toward you to get impossibly closer. “Id fuck you ten times harder tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day after that.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his lips grazing yours for just a second.
You swallowed hard, bottom lip twitching as you held yourself back from the urge to leap into his grasp right then and there. “Caleb,” you sighed into his grasp, your hand brushing against the back of his. You could feel your resolve practically crumbling at his gestures and sweet words. Maybe, he really did mean it?
“Are you positive?” You pulled away, your eyes pierced him with a sudden seriousness as if there was a shift in the atmosphere.
“(Y/N),” His eyes searched your face for your expression, his breathing stalled for a moment before he took a deep breath in. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” Before you could get your bearings, he sat up straighter, leaning up and crashing his lips against yours. His lips were soft and plush, gently molding along yours with tenderness. Behind the sweet kiss, however, was a hunger in the way his hands slowly raked down your body. From your face, down to tracing over your shoulders and finally where his hands found purchase at the top of your hips. His fingers dug into your skin greedily, pulling you closer and between his legs that hung off the twin bed. You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, his teeth sinking into your skin. You blinked in surprise, eyes quickly screwing shut and melding into his touch. Your lips parted, allowing him to slip past your teeth and into your mouth. His tongue swirled along yours and you felt him melt, a soft groan escaping from him as he furthered his motions. You inevitably pulled away to take in a breath, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you firmly onto his lap - your legs straddled his hips. He exhaled sharply, pulling you down harder against him. You could practically feel his hardening length growing - pressing against your inner thigh.
“Caleb-” Your statement was cut short, feeling his hands slide up from your hips, his finger tips inching under the hem of your shirt until his hands lay flush against your skin. His eyes trailed up your body, eventually settling on yours steadily as his fingers crept higher and higher. He held the stare, his eyes filled with longing; with absolute need.
“Please,” Caleb’s voice sounded shaky, his breathing turned ragged. His fingers stopped just beneath the wire of your bra, tracing along the curve of your breast. “Can I?” He spoke softly, almost as if you’d shatter if he raised his voice any louder. His hand had wrapped around your back, the tips of his fingers running along the clasp of the undergarment.
When you gave him a silent nod of understanding, he wasted no time pinching at the metal clasps, unhooking each one skillfully. The piece of clothing slumped off your shoulders, settling loosely at the bottom of your waist. His hands drifted down your spine, his fingers fiddling with the back of your shirt. His thumbs hooked under your garment, beginning to push the fabric up and over your head. Once your shirt was completely off, he wasted no time tossing it somewhere across his room without a second thought. His gaze darkened, drinking in the sight of your bare chest. His eyes dragged across your skin, to your lips, back to your half-lidded eyes.
“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He breathed, a hand cradling the side of your face and pulling you into another kiss. Unlike the first time, this felt different. His lips were hungry; biting and sucking at your lips as if trying to consume you on the spot. As he cradled your face close, his other hand had crept up from your hips, cupping your breast between his fingers. His index finger met his thumb, pinching and rolling your now hardened nipple. You let out a gasp, mouth slightly agape as he continued his ministrations. His lips eventually left yours, moving along your jawline and sucking softly on the skin just below your ear. He hummed against your skin, the soft peppering of kisses turned to more aggressive and needy biting, surely leaving marks of pleasure in his wake. You felt yourself turn to putty in his hands, your eyes fluttering shut.
He seemed to be growing impatient, a guttural groan escaping his throat. His hands left you for a moment, before suddenly gripping your thighs that hugged him. You opened your mouth to comment, and found yourself mid-air before being set back down onto his mattress.
“What are you-?” You felt Caleb shove you down onto the expanse of his bed, your back falling into the plush of his blankets. He crawled between your legs, his fingers dragging down your navel to the band of your pants. “Shut up and just… let me,” He mumbled, his hands tugging down the fabric of your bottoms hastily. He gripped your thighs roughly, spreading them as he bent himself forward, nestling his face between your legs. “I need you, (Y/N). Right fucking now.” He breathed, his breath fanning over your inner thighs. He pressed kisses along your thigh and over your clothed core, hovering just a moment longer over the wet spot that had begun to grow on your panties. You could feel him take a deep breath before his fingers hooked into the sides of the flimsy fabric, tearing it down your thighs roughly.
“Fuck Caleb,” you exhaled, looking down at the boy nuzzled up between your now naked bottom half. His jaw was tight as he looked back up at you through his dark lashes, his hands spreading your thighs wider. He repositioned himself slightly, a visible tent in his pants making it quite obvious of his desire. He realized he had never seen you in such a position before - so vulnerable, bare, delicate. He, of course, had imagined this scenario countless times in his head but the reality of the situation was so much sweeter than he could’ve ever dreamt of.
“(Y/N),” he breathed, inching his face closer to your arousal. His fingers danced closer to your inner thighs, tracing small patterns along the sensitive skin. “Are you…” The pad of his thumb brushed against your wet folds for just a brief moment, making you shiver. “Are you absolutely sure you want this? ‘Cause once I start,” he paused, his voice dropping into a low and husky tone. “Once I taste you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”
You shuddered at his words, the growing need between your thighs growing hotter with each passing moment. “Caleb, I need you.” You reached down to tangle your fingers into Caleb’s head of hair. Your words edged him on, and you felt as if a switch had flicked on inside his mind. He leaned forward without another word, pressing a soft kiss to your center before opening you up with his thumbs. He dragged his tongue up your folds, a groan eliciting out of him and rumbling against you. His tongue flicked up and down before pulling away briefly to take a breath.
“Fuck (Y/N)…” He drawled, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip and lapping up any juices that had remained on his mouth. You looked down briefly, your eyes meeting his for a second. “You taste divine,” he mumbled before diving back between your legs, his tongue beginning a reckless assault on your core. You twitched, feeling his tongue swipe over your most intimate parts. You let out a strained gasp when you felt him tease a finger over your hole. He hummed in response - you could feel his lips curve into a smile as they vibrated against your delicate skin. He pressed the pad of his index finger to your clit, rubbing small circles to the sensitive bud. “Look at my pretty girl, so wet.” He muses before dipping his finger down and into your sopping cunt. His finger pumps in and out of you with precision, as if he had known exactly what your body needed.
“Caleb,” you let out a muffled cry, feeling yourself clench around his single digit. His lips press kisses to your pussy before his tongue finds itself attached to your clit - his lips engulfing you whole as lewd sounds of slurping filled his dorm room.
“I love it when you say my name, baby. Say it again.” You could barely understand the sentence that left his mouth, his lips too focused on tasting you. His one hand gripped onto your thigh tightly, his nails digging into your skin, surely to leave crescent indents. His dominant hand, however, was ever so busy curling his finger into you. You felt him nudge a second finger toward your entrance, quickly adding it between pumps. He scissored and stretched out your hole, his tongue gliding down to kitten lick your walls. When he pushed his fat, wet muscle into you, you swore you could see stars.
“Fuck Caleb-,” you swore silently. His ever-so-soft tongue slid in and out with ease, pushing itself along your insides and feasting upon you as if you were his last meal. He loved how responsive you were to his touch: he could feel every little twitch, every shiver, every moan you fought to hold back. He spread you wider with his fingers, trying to shove his tongue impossibly deeper into you.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” He said between long licks, his breath tickling your lower half as he spoke.
Your face felt hot. As if you were drunk on the sight of Caleb. How perfectly he seemed to know your body, how well he took care of you. You would be lying to yourself if you said you’d never imagined having sex with Caleb before, but never did you imagine he would feel this good.
You were snapped back to reality when Caleb pressed a harsh kiss to your pussy, his fingers now pumping in and out of you desperately. His lips suctioned around your clit once more, his tongue running swirls over the sensitive nub as he fingered you.
You let out a shaky exhale, “Caleb.” You warned, feeling yourself clench around his fingers, and that familiar feeling of a coil waiting to snap was building in your stomach.
“Yeah, baby? Are you gonna be a good girl?” His fingers did a delicious twist inside of you, making you clench your thighs around his head. You felt your body arch into his touch, wanting to feel his fingers deeper within. You panted, your hands gripping the blanket beneath you as you felt him reach knuckle deep into your walls. Your breathing became more and more ragged with each thrust of his fingers, his tongue working deep circles into your clit - it was all so much at once. You could feel him saying something, the deep vibrations from his voice shaking you to your core, but the thoughts in your head had turned off; hearing nothing but white noise as he mercilessly pumped his fingers in and out of you at a ruthless pace.
“You’re mine, (Y/N).” He breathed, feeling your body begin to tremble under his touch. “Say it. Say you’re mine,” He urged, his tongue messily swiping along your folds.
“I’m yours, - God Caleb, please.” Your hand gripped his hair, fingers digging into his scalp desperately. Your thighs clamped around his face, your head lying backward into the pillows as you stared up at the ceiling with a half-lidded gaze. You were getting so close, and he could tell.
“You’re taking my fingers so well baby, won’t you cum around my fingers? Please?” His pleading words are music to your ears, lulling you into your high. You feel your legs begin to violently shake; Caleb’s hand pinning your thigh down as he ate you through your climax, groaning in his own enjoyment. Eventually, after you’ve ridden out your high he tilts his head up, his chin slick with your juices. He wipes the wetness off himself with his thumb, popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Look at you, my pretty girl.” He sits himself up between your legs, his eyes traveling up your body.
“Caleb I-,” you propped yourself up onto your elbows, your hand reaching greedily past his face and down to his belt. “I need you,” you said in a hushed tone, your chest rising and falling with each word.
A darkness filled his eyes as a smile graced his lips, the corners eagerly twitching up into a cocked smirk. “As you wish,” His fingers fiddled with the buttons of his jeans, pushing them down in one fluid motion, taking his boxers with them as well. When you looked down you saw his thick cock poke out from the confines of his pants. His hand wrapped around the root of his cock, giving himself slow pumps as his eyes met yours from above. Something had shifted in him, his expression more hungry. Animalistic. You feel him lean over you, his free hand resting beside your head and caging you in his grasp. You feel the tip of his cock press against your soaked folds, sliding up and down your slit in a slow teasing manner.
“Caleb,” you whined, scooting yourself down toward him to try and relieve the pressure building between your legs.
“Don’t,” he warned, his hand moving from himself to grip your hip, pressing you against the mattress firmly. He took his time teasing himself against you before nudging himself inside of you, bottoming out with a muffled groan. You inhaled sharply, feeling him stretch you out all at once.
“Fuck (Y/N), you feel so good,” He panted above you, both his arms now pressed against the mattress on either side of you. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. His body betrayed him, as he felt his hips begin to move on their own. He pulled back slightly before snapping his hips forward, the loud sound of skin on skin rang out in the air. You let out a surprised yelp, feeling him re-enter your swollen tunnel. You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to contain the noises that threatened to spill from your lips.
“Oh no no no,” Caleb’s hand wrapped around yours, pulling your hand off your face and pressing it above your head. “I wanna hear you say my name. Over and over and over again.” He rolled his hips into you, leaning his head down to press a kiss to your jaw. His lips parted, beginning to suck on the tender skin.
“Caleb, fuck-.” You breathed heavily, exhaling as he pleased you in all the right places.
“That's it, baby, say it again.” He urges you, his hips rolling into yours faster, picking up his pace. He began pistoning in and out of you, small pants and moans as his hips smacked into yours. You reached up around his neck, pulling him back into you for a fervent kiss. Your lips melded together, tongues roaming into each other's mouths as he pounded into you. Your nails clawed into him as he rammed into you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You felt his pace become faster and more erratic the more you clenched around his length. He knew you were getting close. He broke the kiss for a second, his head dropping down in earshot.
“You’re being such a good girl (Y/N),” he exhaled, his breath hot and tickling against the shell of your ear. “Tell me, who do you belong to?” His thrusts slowed into a tantalizing pace, the force behind each motion growing.
You gripped the sheets beneath you, whining as he slowly ruined you. “You, Caleb,” you paused, a choked noise escaping your throat as he bottomed out in you. “Caleb I’m yours- Fuck,” you moaned, your lower half arching into his cock.
“Yeah?” Caleb picked up his pace slightly, his hand reaching down to caress your face. He cupped your cheek before his fingertips trailed down to the valley between your breasts. “Should I fill you up with my seed? Make you full with my kids?” His hips began mercilessly slamming into you, both your moans drowned out by the overwhelming sound of skin on skin. His brows furrowed as he threw his head back, feeling you engulf him completely. His hands both found your waist, gripping onto your soft flesh for stability as he chased his high. The more you clenched around him, approaching your own climax, the faster his hips snapped into yours.
“Caleb I’m gonna-,” Your voice cracked, the coil snapping in your stomach as you came hard around his cock.
“Fuck (Y/N), I’m gonna- fill you up so good. Gonna make you pregnant with my children.” His thrusts became sloppy and desperate, his body tensing as you gripped him impossibly tighter. With a final thrust, he came undone, spilling his fluids inside of you; pumping you full of himself. You could feel his cock twitch with every rope of cum he shot inside of you, you’d never felt so full before. He was breathless for a moment, his eyes bore into yours with a deep flash of desire and something more primal, more possessive. When he eventually separated himself from you, he let out a small exhale of satisfaction. You twitched at his exit, feeling his fluid begin to leak out of your sensitive hole.
“Don’t let it go to waste now, hm?” Calebs fingers ghosted along your folds, swiping up any escaping cum and stuffing it back into your pussy. You shuddered and let out a soft whine, feeling his fingers penetrate you briefly. “So sensitive,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you okay, pipsqueak?” His hand moved up to settle on your thigh, pulling you close to him.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you reached up to cup his face in your hands, pressing a peck to his lips.
“Let me go grab you some water, alright? Just give me a second.” He slowly sat up and out of bed, reaching over you to pull his bed cover over your bare body. He fussed with your hair like he always did, and grabbed his pants from the foot of the bed. Once he was fully dressed and made presentable, he grabbed his water bottle off his desk and headed outside his dorm. He paused in the door frame, leaving it open a crack. “It’s right down the hall, I won’t be long.” He gave you a soft smile before disappearing down the hallway, his door slowly closing shut with a soft click.
Hello everyone im back xd !! After years of taking a break of writing I have found a love for LADS,, I initially wrote this fic for a friend but thought I'd post so others may indulge <3 hope you enjoy
SYNOPSIS. Your university is quite well renowned for its creative and abstract programs, so it was no surprise that the majority of the students were pursuing a profession in arts. There was a focus in art, film, dance, drama, music, you could go on. These departments, however, enforced an unspoken, exclusive clique social norm. You never understood it. Thus, the student body was quite split based on their major.
PAIRING. Dance Major! Yeosang x Art Major! Reader (afab)
WARNINGS. Profanity, NSFW, bullying themes, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy!), penetrative sex, fingering, oral (giving) semi public sex (?)
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Ever since freshman orientation, you remembered that one man’s stupid fucking face
Kang Yeosang
He was one of the most talented dancers to enter the university's program, being consistently scouted and recruited from various labels and companies
Despite this, he never paid attention to any of the offers he received
He would always gloat about how he valued the college experience more than putting himself out there for fame
You couldn't stand him. He was so full of himself.
Sure, you would admit that he was good-looking. Maybe more like exceptionally good-looking, but you would never admit that aloud
He already had the entire student body whipped for him. Not only was he phenomenal at dance but he had a charismatic personality as well
He was a magnet for people, that was for sure
quickly climbing the social hierarchy at the school, and of course, being in a completely different field of study had the two of you barely seeing one another
which was a good thing, you thought
You didn't know what it was, but something about him really bothered you
He always presented himself as a model student, he wouldn’t take anything less than perfect
In addition, he seemed to have no qualms with anyone, including departments outside of dance
He was odd, that was for sure
You swore this kid was some sort of machine from what you heard about him, it seemed too good to be true
And you were right
You have to walk past the dance department to reach your section of the art building
A practice room door is cracked open and you hear someone… punching a wall?
You poked your head in and saw none other than Yeosang slumped against the mirror, head held in his hands
“I fucking hate this goddamn school I hate all these annoying ass dickheads I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.”
Holy shit.
Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect anymore
You were lost in your own wave of thoughts until you noticed Yeosang looking directly at you, eyes narrowed to points
“What the fuck do you want?”
He is not having it.
Who does this art nerd think they are? invading his practice room like it's some kind of open house.
“Get the fuck out,” he pulled himself upward and took a few steps toward the door where you stood
Your lips flatten into a tight line. “Sorry, sorry I’m going—,” You pulled yourself away from the door and slammed it shut
Fuck.
He was not happy.
You knew the power he held on campus too
Anxiety hit you like a bus.
What if he told people that you were a creep?? What if he got the art department to turn on you??
You vigorously shook your head, praying that nothing would come from that interaction
boy were you wrong
You swore you never saw this man on campus and now suddenly you see him everywhere??
Wherever you go— the library, dining hall, and in the unfortunately shared building between art and dance — he is always right behind you
It got to a point where you would purposefully show up early or late to places to avoid spotting the all-too-familiar brunette.
That was until he had you cornered in your art room.
“What are you doing here?” You spun around, dropping the brush in your hands and nearly kicking your easel over
“You don’t belong here—“
Yeosang slammed the studio door behind him, rattling your art supplies on the table.
You nearly jumped a foot into the air
“What the fuck!”
He simply folded his arms over his chest and leaned his body against the doorframe.
“I thought it’d do you well to have a taste of your own actions,” He yawned, his gaze followed your movements in an almost predatory manner.
“Are you serious— it was a mistake! I never meant to go into your dumbass dance studio,” you scoffed, returning your focus to the painting in front of you.
As you swiped your brush across the textured canvas, doing your best to avoid the pair of eyes burning into the back of your head, you failed to notice a shadow looming over your figure.
“Hmm, maybe you are talented after all.” Yeosang’s breath fanned across the nape of your neck, tickling your skin softly.
You leaped out of your seat, tripping and nearly knocking everything over in front of you had you not saved yourself on a nearby counter.
“Seriously Yeosang, get out.” You hissed with disdain. “I can’t focus on getting anything done when you’re—“
He advanced toward you, step by step.
You hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you until your back hit the edge of the counter.
shit
His hands caged you against the table and you felt him tilt his head down toward you
"Hm?" His eyes raked down your body as his head leaned to the side
“Whats wrong artsy?” He wore a shit eating grin displayed across his lips.
“Yeosang Im not playing around right now I need to—!”
You were cut short as his lips crashed against yours. His hands moved from the counter to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
You found yourself frozen, before you melted into his touch.
What has gotten into you?
He pulled away for a split second to take a breath, his gaze resting on your lips.
“I didn’t take you as a rule breaker,” He chuckled lowly, his hand traveling to the side of your waist.
You hated to admit it, but something inside of you was actually enjoying this.
A dance and art student?? getting together?? never heard of.
Let alone in the middle of an art studio.
“Yeo—“
His hands gripped your sides and he lifted you onto the counter, boxing you in with his arms.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you, his eyes flashing with mischief.
“We’re in an art atudio,” you hesitated, shifting your weight around.
“And?” He leaned forward, causing you to lean backward on your hands.
“I— Isn’t this a little much?” Your eyes darted around the room, inspecting the entrances and windows.
“Not if we make this quick,” Yeosang grins up at you.
His hands make their way down to the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes meet yours, waiting for any hesitation or uncertainty.
“Y—You can.” You managed to sputter out, turning away from his gaze.
Despite looking away you could practically feel him smirking.
His fingers dipped up under your shirt, the tips of his fingers grazing over your waist before dipping down and hooking onto your waistband.
You lift yourself up slightly, allowing him to better remove the article of clothing.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, slipping your bottoms off your ankles before tossing it aside.
“Yeo,” you whispered in a hushed tone, squeezing your fists beside you.
What a tease.
His fingers travel down your stomach to the innermost part of your thighs, tracing delicate patterns along your skin.
You whined in response, tensing your legs together as if to create some sort of friction.
His hands continue kneading your thighs until you feel a finger graze your slit.
You let out a soft moan in response, eliciting a pleased hum from Yeosang.
He teases your entrance, spreading your arousal around before plunging a finger inside of you.
You let out a soft moan, “Yeo—“
Your voice catches in your throat when he starts pumping in and out of you, curling his finger upward with his movements.
Your hands fly to grip the table beneath you and you stifled the sounds that threatened to escape past your lips.
He slips a second finger inside you, his movements quickening with each stroke.
He grins up toward you, a seemingly sweet face in contrast to what his hands were doing to you.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught,” he leaned over you before sliding his fingers out of you and guiding you off the counter.
His hand caressed the side of your face before he began to lower the waist band of his pants.
You slowly sunk to your knees, your hands over taking his to lower his pants down beneath his hips.
All that was left was his boxers, and you could practically see the outline of his hard on
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down his thighs
Holy fuck
You wrap your fingers around his length, stroking him a few times before you engulf him with your lips
He lets out a low groan of satisfaction, his hand traveling down to cup your cheek
You began bobbing your head down his length, and Yeosang’s head lulled back
“You’re doing so well for me,” he whispered, looking down at you to meet your gaze.
Your eyes met his as you kept up with your pace
Yeosang fisted your hair, guiding your head down his length when a sharp knock to the door alerted you both
You pulled away from him immediately, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you
The door handle jiggled, and to your relief it had been locked
Yeosang chuckled silently, his gaze shifting from the door back to your form on the floor
Yeosang pulls you into his lap, planting kisses down your neck onto your collarbone.
"Yeo stop- it tickles!" You giggled into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"No," he muffles into your skin, his soft lips grazing up your neck until his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and move gently against yours. He's always soft with you, he loves taking his time to worship you and take you in at his own pace. He basks in your scent, pulling away momentarily just to take a breath. His eyes bore into yours, gleaming with joy. His eyes trailed across your features before gently holding the sides of your face, tilting your head down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.
Yeonjun pulls you into his lap, shoving his face into the nape of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses. The two of you are snuggled up on your couch, a movie playing softly in the background. It wasn’t often the two of you got to share this kind of mundane moment, as your scheduled often collided. You leaned back into his touch, relishing the feeling.
“I love you, Yeonjun.”
You turned your head back to face your boyfriend. He smiled back at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Baekhyun's hands grip your waist, pulling you back closer into his chest. The two of you were snuggled up watching a winter movie, the air emitting an aroma of hot chocolate and mint. You giggled quietly to yourself. "I don't think we can get any closer than this," you joked, turning your head to peck the side of his rosy cheek. "Yes we can," Baekhyun mumbled into the nape of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin before settling back in the crook of your neck to watch the film. It was days like these where you wished time would freeze.
San looks down at your resting form, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he notices your closed eyes. His slender fingers find the back of your head, stroking your hair gently. In less than 5 minutes both of you are asleep soundlessly on your couch, San’s hand still tangled in your hair.
SYNOPSIS. Unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow classmates happens to be your guardian angel. He watches over you silently, as he is to never interfere with your life’s path. He was sent to protect you. Alas, Heeseung seems to have tabled his duties after your classmate Jay starts getting too close for comfort.
PAIRING. Fallen Angel Heeseung x Reader
GENRE. slight angst, possessive Heesung, strangers to friends to lovers
WARNINGS. Violence, Profanity, Implied/NSFW, Death, Religious Aspects (not really but)
WORD COUNT. 4.5k
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“I would give up heaven if I had to, just to get another taste of your sweet venom.”
"I really don't wanna go to this lecture," you whined, taking sloppy steps as your friend Gaeul pulled you behind her.
"We have an exam in this class soon! I don't wanna be responsible for helping you cram a day before." She shook her head, drawing her lips into a thin line.
The two of you hurried to your seats and set down your belongings. The professor hadn't arrived yet, so you both had time to take a breather.
"I hate this fucking class." you groaned, slumping back into your chair while holding your head in your hands. Gaeul nods in agreement, "Literally no one cares about statistics, but we need this class to graduate."
You exchanged a blunt look with Gaeul. She was right, but that didn't make you want to be here any more than you already did. As the professor made his way toward the front of the classroom, you noted a presence settling beside you.
"Oh! Hey Jay." Gaeul gave him a little smile, waving her hand in his direction.
“Ready to be bored to death for an hour?” Jay snickers, elbowing you softly. The class began and the three of you did your best to at least try to understand the professor. He might as well have been a broken record from how much information he repeated, you weren’t complaining though. Less to study, less to remember. The clock hit 11:00 and the students arose from their seats. You stretched out your arms above you, a small yawn escaping through your lips.
“Lunch?” Gaeul pointed toward you and Jay, motioning in the direction of the dining hall.
“Down,” You replied, settling your backpack strap onto your shoulder. Jay nodded along, following after you and Gaeul.
Most of the students had cleared the lecture hall at this point, however, Heeseung remained seated. His eyes trailed toward where you exited, and he let out a long sigh. His duty was quite simple. As your guardian angel, he must protect you. Granted, he cannot save you from the petty day-to-day interactions however, he does his best to try and steer you away from trouble. He’s already been reprimanded for interjecting himself a little too much in your life, but Heeseung ignored his superiors' comments. He had not broken the golden rule of all guardians: You shall not directly place yourself into your human’s life. Heeseung would never be able to talk to you, sit next to you, interact with you, or anything. He was bitter. As much as he loved being your angel, he wanted to be more to you. He had such a burning passion for you, and he doubted anyone else could match his efforts. You were perfect, in his eyes.
Heeseung decided to get up, trudging toward your dining area. His expression was anything but pleased. He couldn’t stand sitting afar, watching as you and Jay shared a conversation. Even from a distance, he could still see how your eyes twinkled with playful mischief. How you smiled so brightly, full of pure joy. The way the corners of your lips would curve upward before you laughed at something Gaeul said.
This was his life. Doomed to watch over you for the rest of his life, without being able to admire you for himself. He hated it. He hated to admit that he was jealous of some worthless human. A long sigh escaped his lungs as his fingers scrunched his hair into a messy fistful. He shook his head, eliminating these thoughts from his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. He shouldn’t be thinking about you. He was your angel, and that was all he would ever be to you.
The day went on and you attended the rest of your usual classes. Luckily, a professor had cancelled your afternoon class due to roadwork. You silently pumped your fist beside you, thanking the universe that you could leave early.
Heeseung eyes crinkled into tiny crescents and chuckled to himself, you were just too cute.
You snacked on some food you brought on your way to the dorms, humming to yourself. Fortunately for you, your campus was on the smaller side. The walk was manageable, and you honestly enjoyed it. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air after being holed up in classrooms for hours.
You made it to the main campus crosswalk, impatiently waiting for the traffic light to change. When it finally did, you began to briskly walk. You just wanted to be in your bed doing nothing. You were halfway across the road when a car comes racing down the street. The putrid smell of gas floods your senses before you can even think to move.
I’m gonna fucking die.
It almost felt like slow motion. You saw the car coming toward you and yet, you couldn’t find strength in your legs to move. Even if you had attempted to dodge, you were simply not fast enough to compete with a speeding vehicle. Your eyes screwed shut, turning your back to the car as if to shield you from the damage it would inflict. When the car had passed and the roaring engine died down, you hesitantly opened your eyes. You were across the crosswalk, untouched. Safe. You stood there for a second, taking in your environment. This was impossible. You definitely did not imagine that car, nor did you believe you made it across the crosswalk in time.
“Are you okay? That was close," a voice questioned. You lifted your gaze up to meet the boy standing before you. He had fluffy blonde hair that framed his features. His gaze was soft, and a warmth seemed to radiate off of him. He looks like he walked out of a magazine, he’s gorgeous. You stop yourself from gawking and straighten your posture.
“Hi,” you looked him up and down. Where had he come from? “Uh, yeah I think I’m alright?” You pat down your clothes, as if checking to see that you’re in one piece.
“If you hadn’t ran last second that car would have seriously hit you! Watch where you’re going,” he scolded with a light and airy tone.
“I thought–” You paused. You definitely were not even close to the other side of the road, let alone outrun that car. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” you bowed your head awkwardly. “I don’t recognize you, what’s your name?”
He can’t help but feel a little giddy inside. Had he broken the rule that he swore to never break? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. His lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Heeseung. You’re (Y/N) right?”
Your eyes widened suspiciously. “How do you know my name?” Your brows knit together, looking at the boy with a stern gaze.
“We have a class together I’m pretty sure. I sit in the back so it makes sense why you wouldn’t have seen me around.” He explained.
“Ah, I guess you’re right.” You nodded, checking your phone for the time. “Well, I should get back to my dorm. It was nice meeting you Heeseung! I’ll see you in class.” You waved at him before you trekked your way to the dorms.
He returned your wave with a smile, hesitating to walk away to make sure you were alright. Heeseung was more worried about your well-being than the fact that he broke his oath to the Arch Angels. Surely they wouldn’t find out so quickly, right? There were millions of guardian angels occupying Earth with the same duties. He sucked in a breath, holding it in his lungs before exhaling. It was time to go ‘home’. He frowned, drawing what looked like a star in the air before vanishing.
“What were you thinking?” The Arch Angel gazed down upon Heeseung, her voice strained with concern. “You made an oath, Heeseung.” Another chimed in. Heeseung knelt before the Arch Council, his head hanging low.
“I couldn’t watch them die. You have to understand–!” He cried out.
“Silence.” The Arch Angels hushed the crowd.
“Heeseung,” she began. “You broke your oath to us, your brothers, and your assigned heavenly duties.” She paused, a look of disappointment flashing across her soft features.
“Come forward.” She gestured Heeseung to stand and come forth.
He stood from his knees, his hands folded in front of him.
“You will not return here. Ever” She declared. “You are to be stripped of your angelic features and sent to earth as a mortal.”
Heeseung nearly choked on air. “What do you mean–?”
She silenced him again, beginning to make her way down to where he stood. When she arrived, Heeseung was trembling. What was she going to do? She came face to face with Heeseung, pressing her thumb to his forehead. A searing pain ripped through his body and he nearly doubled over. He felt like his soul was being torn away from him.
“I’m sorry, Heeseung.” She embraced the quivering boy who now gargled sounds of pain. He had never felt physical pain before. Her hands made their way to his back, running down his shoulder blades before his face contorted in agony. She was stripping him of his wings. He couldn’t begin to process the burning sensation that erupted from his back. He couldn’t even speak. He dropped to his knees, barely catching himself with his hands. He couldn’t breathe. His entire body was trembling and burning. Is this really just punishment for offending the oath?
The Arch Angel stepped back from Heeseung. “Goodbye, Heeseung.”
Heeseung awoke in a daze. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know where he was. He was mutilated. He shut his eyes, rallying the strength to pull himself up and off the ground. His head was throbbing, not to mention his arms that were going numb from the pain. He appeared to be in some sort of school building. Doors lined the hallway with various name tags and decorations. What was this place? He stumbled around, doing his best to act as normal as he could. He wandered around until discovering a room with his name on it. He paused. After abusing him in heaven they were ‘gracious’ enough to give him someplace to stay? He scoffed to himself, rolling his eyes before he gripped the door handle and slowly swung it open. It was very bare, but he wasn’t complaining. Better than being left on the streets. He sprawled out onto the twin sized bed, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut in frustration. He would explore his surroundings later. For now, he opted to lay on the dingy little mattress. Anything to slightly relieve him of the pain he had endured. Resting his body, Heesung drifted off into a slumber. Tomorrow, he hoped it would be better. He silently wished that this was some sort of sick prank his superiors were playing on him. To get him to abide by the rules. Despite knowing in the back of his mind that it was not the case, he entertained the thought.
The sun dripped over his features, a gentle reminder that the next day had come. He pulled himself up, wincing slightly but felt his arms regaining some of their strength. He only had one pair of clothes, and near zero essentials that humans typically have. He sighed. He had a bank account on earth just because, however, he never thought he’d actually have to use it. Money was a funny concept to him. He had never had to exchange paper for an item. He found it odd. Regardless, he gathered up his things and set out to explore.
It was a surprise to him when he exited the building to find himself on your campus. He was back here? He knit his brows together in confusion, then suddenly he was elated. He was on your campus. He didn’t have to abide by those stupid rules set for him. He could talk to you freely without consequence! He felt a sense of excitement rise in his chest. He had to find you somehow. He knew where your classes were, so maybe he could catch you in an afternoon class you had. He silently prayed he would get an opportunity to talk with you today.
The afternoon rolled around and you had just sat down at your afternoon lecture. You haphazardly yanked the notebook out from your back and smacked it onto your desk. This week had been too long. You needed this class to be over and done with. The door handle twists and a familiar face appears.
His eyes meet yours and he shoots you a grin, “mind if I sit with you?”
“Yeah that's fine with me,” you nodded your head, scooting over so that Heeseung would have a comfortable amount of space. “So this is the class where you sit all the way in the back, hmm?” You quirked an eyebrow toward the boy.
“Ah, yeah. I sat in the back row.” Heeseung sheepishly admitted, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, at least now we can sit together!” You beamed.
“Cute,” Heeseung whispers under his breath, his lips curling into a smile at your sentiment. “You better watch out and hope I don’t distract you during lecture,” he nudged her elbow.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind. This class bores me to death anyways.” You stretched your arms out in front of you, folding them into a pretzel and resting your head on them. “At least this is the last class for the day, or, at least for me.” You chirped.
Heeseung nodded. “Do you have any plans after class?” He wrung his hands together under the desk, praying you didn’t have any obligations.
“Yeah I do! I’m going to a really cute cafe with my friends Gaeul and Jay. Do you know them?”
Heeseung held himself back from cringing at the mention of Jay’s name. He shook his head, “No I don’t think I recognize those names, are they our year?”
You nodded, pulling out your phone to bring up the many pictures you had of the three of you. “I think you’d get along with them, they’re super fun and sweet. Actually, did you wanna come with us?” You looked at him expectantly.
Heeseung never said yes faster in his life. He coughed, catching his breath calming himself to avoid future embarrassment. “Yeah, I’d love to,” he grinned, meeting your gaze with a look of giddiness.
“Yay I’m glad! I’ll let them know you’re coming,” you began tapping on your phone, opening the group chat you had with Gaeul and Jay.
(Y/N): Hey!! I invited my friend Heeseung to come with us today after class, is that alright with you guys?? He doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends and I think you guys would really like him :)
Gaeul <;3: Yes omg!!! Please bring him we need more energy in this group,,
Jay: What’s that supposed to mean…
Gaeul <;3: Anyways, I’ll see you both later ! <3
Jay: Okay,, ╥ ╥
(Y/N): Love you both, see ya <3 !!
You slid your phone back into your pocket, looking back at Heeseung. “Ah, lecture’s gonna start now,” you pouted, fixing you’re posture and opening your notebook.
“At least we have something to look forward to after class,” Heeseung reminded you, which seemed to lift your spirits. The lecture went on as normal, the professor talking for a straight hour of bullshit. You really couldn’t comprehend how he managed to waste an hour of your day every time this class was scheduled. The time eventually hit where students began to prematurely pack their bags and put away their things so they could bolt out of this godforsaken room. You couldn’t blame them, you were the same.
“Heeseung,” you loosely grabbed his sleeve. It took Heesung by surprise, he flinched before his eyes landed on your hand.
“Uh. yeah what’s up?” He smiled, trying to suppress the large grin his face threatened to display.
“We’re gonna meet Gaeul and Jay at the main parking lot, lets walk together!”
The two of you walked side by side across the campus. He learned a bit more about you, granted, he saw you everyday of his life. You just didn’t know he existed until a day ago. He didn’t mind though. Being able to talk to you was more than enough to satisfy him.
“(Y/N)!” You heard Gaeul yell, her body jumping up and down while she waved her arms in the air. You giggled to yourself, beginning to quicken your pace toward your friend. “You excited? I can’t wait to try all the yummy pastries!” Gaeul pumped her arms next to her, a fire blazing in her eyes. She had a very bubbly persona at school, but when it came to food she was so serious. There was nothing more she enjoyed than a good sweet treat.
“Me too, I was looking at the menu earlier and I saw they have a lot of crepe flavors.” You licked your lips, imaging the sweet sugary dessert already.
“Alright alright, let’s get moving then shall we?” Jay interjected. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was really excited to try their cute drinks and little treats. Heeseung stood beside you, hands resting in his pockets. He really didn’t care about Gaeul or Jay. They didn’t concern him right now, at least. He tolerated them though, only because they were your friends.
Jay and Gaeul sat in the front while you and Heeseung sat next to one another in the back. The car ride was short, but the moments where your knees would accidentally touch made Heeseung crazy. He still couldn’t believe this was his reality. It was absolutely horrid that he was denounced as an angel, but he would give up heaven for you.
The four of you sat down at a circular table in the center of the cafe. A white table cloth was neatly draped over the wooden platform and gold rimmed plates and saucers decorated the table. Even the silverware was painted with dainty gold detailing.
Gaeul was absolutely going wild, taking pictures of literally anything and everything in this room. She was so in love. “If the place looks this good, I bet the food will be even better,” she squealed excitedly.
“Don’t eat the whole cafe, Gaeul.” Jay jokingly nudged her, shooting her a smug look.
“Hey, don’t yuck my yum.” She huffed, crossing her arms and turning away from Jay.
You couldn’t help but laugh. Being with them always made you feel safe. The three of you always shared such a carefree attitude that made your school days go by much quicker.
“So, what are you thinking about ordering?” You leaned over to see what Heeseung was investigating on the menu.
“I don’t know, do you have any recommendations? I haven’t really had many of these desserts before.” He spoke sheepishly, reading down the list of pastries and confectioneries.
“I really like crepes! I think they're sooo fluffy and sweet and–” You took in a breath, shutting your eyes. “They’re just so good you have to try them,” you placed your hand on Heeseungs. “Like, you have to try a crepe while we’re here.”
Heeseung grinned at your antics, he of course, ended up ordering a crepe like you suggested. The time at the cafe went well without a hitch. Although Heeseung didn’t really talk much, you sensed that he felt comfortable.
“Hey (Y/N), what kind of crepe did you get?” Jay tilted his head, eye-ing your dish from beside you.
“Oh! I got the honey mixed nut banana one. It’s honestly better than I thought,” your fork poked your crepe softly. “Did you wanna try some?” You began slicing at a small portion of your dessert.
“I mean, if you don’t mind,” Jay looked to the side, a small smile painting his lips.
“Yeah I don’t mind!” You beamed, setting the piece on Jay’s plate.
“Can I try it too?” Heeseung leaned toward you, almost to the point where you could feel his breath fanning across your face.
“A-ah yeah! Of course,” you shook your head to get yourself out of that trance. You were probably imagining things.
When you cut off the crepe piece, you were about to set it on his plate when he tilted his head. He looked up at you expectantly, touching his lips to your fork. You flushed, he wanted you to feed it to him? It felt more intimate than it should have when his lips nibbled at the fork, cleaning the utensil of any stray crumbs. You watched his expression change into a euphoric expression.
“Wow, that is really good.” He looked back toward you, his tongue swiping any honey tidbits that stuck to his lips. His gaze lingered on yours just for a moment longer before he pulled away from you, straightening himself and returning to lounging in his chair.
The entire time this scene is playing out Gaeul is watching Jay. He did not look pleased at all. She had a suspicion that Jay had liked you for some time, but this confirmed it for her. After all, what man would NOT be upset watching the girl feed another man. When she stole a glance toward Heeseung she could’ve swore he glared at Jay. Awkward. She knew they hadn’t met before, but the tension between them felt vicious already. Regardless, you didn’t seem to pick up on it so she opted to ignore her suspicions for now.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You waved toward Gaeul and Jay. They lived in a different dorm complex than you, so you parted ways in the parking lot.
“Can I walk you home?” Heeseung offered, it almost came out as a whisper. Was he nervous?
“Y-yeah thats fine,” you nodded your head vigorously, unsure of what to say next.
The walk back to your dorm was quiet. Heeseung strode next to you comfortably. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but instead a mutually agreed upon atmosphere. The two of you would occasionally bump arms and mutter a string of apologies to one another before laughing. Despite not knowing Heesung for long, you could already tell you felt safe in his presence. It wasn’t something you could put into words, but whenever you were around him you just felt as if you were weightless.
“Well, this is my dorm building,” you stopped in front of a long stone building.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Heeseung smiled, his eyes twinkling.
“Yeah for sure!” You nodded eagerly. You began to take a step back toward your dorm when you felt Heeseung loosely wrap his fingers around your forearm. Spinning around, you looked him up and down. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood rushing through your ears.
“Sorry if I startled you,” Heeseung released his grasp and hugged his arm back to his own chest. “I was just wondering if I could get your number? So we can maybe exchange notes or hang out if you want?” He internally cringed, hoping he wasn’t coming off as weird.
“Yeah!” You almost exclaimed a bit too loudly. “Um, yeah here’s my phone if you want to put in your contact info,” you fished your device out from your pocket and handed it to Heeseung. The tips of your fingers tingled as his hand brushed against yours in that moment. After he was done inputting his info, he handed your phone back to you.
You couldn’t help but grin when you saw he named his contact ‘Heeseungie <3’
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Heeseung smiled softly, lingering before walking further down the street.
Today couldn’t have been better. His head replayed the moment in the cafe with you on loop. He could tell Jay was furious with his actions, but he didn’t care. He was just ahead of the game compared to Jay. He didn’t stand a chance. And even if he did, Heeseung wouldn’t let Jay get any further.
“Oh my god (Y/N), is that what I think it is?” Gaeul’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she eyed the small purple blotch sitting on your collarbone.
“Gaeul!” You hissed playfully, pulling your shirt collar up to try and hide the mark.
“No way…” She gaped at you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N) that has never even held hands with a man? Is this the real (Y/N)??” Gaeul kept asking questions, disbelief washed across her features.
“Okay Shh SHhh,” You shook Gaeul’s shoulders gently. Your lips curved into a sly smile before sucking in a deep breath. “Yes it is what you think it is,” the words spilled out of your mouth quickly.
“(Y/N) what the fuck! You didn’t tell me anything about this, I thought we were besties. Who was it?” Gaeul frowned dramatically, drawing a fake tear down her cheek.
“I just– I wasn’t planning on anything happening! But then y’know it just,” you flailed your hands in the air. “Please don’t tell anyone,” you clasped your hands together. “I don’t want rumors to start or have people get the wrong idea about me,” you pleaded.
“Who would I tell? You know I don’t really talk to anyone else except you guys. So, who was it!” Gaeul stated, referring to the group.
“Okay okay fine it was–” you stammered.
“Morning Gaeul, (Y/N).” Jay appeared from the turn in the hall. You both turned your heads to acknowledge his appearance and greet him.
“Hey Jay,” Gaeul shot him a sympathetic look, her lips tightening into a thin line. She had talked with Jay the night before about how he felt, and was actually planning on asking you out today; had it not been for the peculiar bruise on your chest. Your weight shifted uncomfortably from side to side. You had picked up that Jay wasn’t in the best mood, and looked between Gaeul and Jay.
“You guys wanna do anything after class? We could grab dinner at that new restaurant down the street,” you proposed.
“Yeah! That sounds yum,” Gaeul excitedly clapped her hands together. Jay opened his mouth to respond but was quickly gagged when a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders lazily.
“Morning,” Heeseung pressed a kiss to your temple, settling his head atop your shoulder. “So, dinner tonight?”
“I’m good.” Jay remarked, hiking his backpack further up his shoulder. “Anyways, I’m gonna get to class early. Bye.”
The three of you watched Jay walk off, disappearing into the halls. Meanwhile, Gaeul was stupified.
”Oh my god, (Y/N).” She punched you in the arm.
“What??” You laughed, wrapping your hands around Heeseung’s arms.
“Ah, I guess I got you in trouble,” Heeseung looked to the side, a smirk toying with the edge of his lips. “Sorry baby,” he mumbled into the nape of your neck.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. You should be glad I’m not mad at you,” you lightly tapped him on the head.
He grinned, simply cuddling into you and savoring your scent. Although he hadn’t succeeded in the heavenly duties he was assigned, it no longer mattered to him. In his eyes, he would give up heaven for you anytime. Always.
Summary: You come from a family of demon hunters, born to carry out your parent’s legacy. When a simple mission escalates rapidly, how will you be able to this demon?
< In no ways do I condone this type of behavior!! This is purely meant to be a fictional representation of said person/character :) >
Word Count: 14.1k
You were paralyzed, frozen in place. You just stared at the empty couch, unable to register what just happened. This couldn’t be…right? “Felix?” You asked into the quiet. Slowly, you stumbled towards the couch, kneeling beside it. “Felix?” You asked again.
“I told you he wouldn’t be happy,” Jisung leaned in the doorway, his eyes narrowing on you. “Seems as though he wasn’t as hurt as we thought either, hmm?” He continued. You silently looked at Jisung. You had no idea what to do now. You were paralyzed. That’s when you realized. There should be weapons here. The least you could do is drive away Jisung. You immediately made your way over to your weapons stash. Jisung just stood in his place, amused by your sudden searching.
“Darling you might’ve been able to wound Felix but I’m much stronger than him,” He chuckled lightly. You firmly gripped a knife and a flask of holy water in your hands. “And yet I’m still going to try.” You were surprisingly calm about it all. Even as helplessness swirled inside of you. You faced Jisung, splashing the holy water and then immediately charging at him with the knife. Jisung merely ducked beneath the water, an umbrella simply appearing in his hand to block most if not all of the deadly substance. While running you could’ve swore you saw Felix flash in Jisung’s spot and replace him. You hesitated. Damn Jisung and his illusions. But you couldn’t raise your knife willingly against Felix either. You stood there silently, knife in hand, not knowing what would happen now.
“You’re weak,” He hissed, his eyes glittering that rosy color he always possessed. He took a few steps toward you until he stopped a reasonable distance where he was close yet still far enough to dodge damage if needed. His face contorted to a more lovesick expression and a smile wiped itself across his lips before he seized both your wrists and shoved you into the wall behind. You shrieked, your back connecting with the harsh wall. The knife you were holding clattered to the floor once again, but not without leaving a scrape on his arm. Your body shook, looking into his face when he wore such an expression. You tried struggling against his hold, but he was obviously stronger, and you still hadn’t regained all of your strength, potentially from your soul having been in Hell until recently.
“I’ll kill him, and then I’ll kill you.” His fingers dug into your wrists at a sickeningly slow pace until blood began to bubble and slowly drip down your arms. “How does it feel?” You had looked back up only to find Minho staring back at you now. “Knowing that I’m dead?” He cocked his head to the side. You grit your teeth, body trembling. You had to hold back a whimper from the pain. “Honestly?” You sucked in a breath, “ I’m glad.” You said quietly. “I’m glad you don’t have to see just how much of a bastard this little demon called Jisung really is.” Brave words in a helpless situation. “Awfully bold of you to think you could say something like that,” his facade dropped and he morphed back into his own skin. “We’ll see if you still feel the same way after—“ A whiplike cord emerged from the ground, whirling around Jisung’s throat and within a split second, yanked the demon downward into the ground with a loud crash. Jisung’s grasp on your wrists released as his whole body was thrown down onto the hardwood.
You gasped in surprise, stumbling a little as Jisung’s hold on you ceased. “Felix?” You asked into nothingness. It had to be him. You felt so relieved he was here. But also guilty. After all, this was your fault in the end. You had been the one who trusted the fake Minho, blinded by your own wishes. You bent down to grab the knife again, wincing when you saw your wrists still bleeding. “Fuck—“ The tendril didn’t cease to coil around Jisung’s neck, effectively suffocating him while keeping him pinned to the ground. His hands were attempting to rip off the cord from his throat, his attention now off of you. You could feel fury welling up in you again. All that Jisung had done, he had toyed with you and your feelings, he betrayed Minho, and he hurt Felix. You felt no mercy for him anymore. Grabbing the knife tightly, you walked over to where Jisung was straining on the ground. You could end it quickly now. Just as you were about to swing the knife down a bright spark ignited from the ceiling. This passage zipped open from a thin line, and none other than Changkyun stepped through.
“I see someone’s been misbehaving.” He shook his head, his foot nudging Jisung’s face. “And I see you haven’t been telling the truth.” He eyed you. You turned to Changkyun, knife still raised. “I didn’t lie to you.” You had told half truths, but you hadn’t outright lied. “What are you doing here?” You cocked an eyebrow towards him. This was bad. This was very bad. Your knife may work against demons like Felix and Jisung, but you had no idea if it would be effective against a sin if push came to shove. “Jisung was in danger,” he made quotes with his fingers. “It’s a teacher to student bond thing,” he waved his hand, looking down at Jisung. “Dumbass,” he glowered. “What exactly is happening around here?” Changkyun leaned his shoulder against the wall.
“Nothing,” a deep voice cut in. Who had just appeared sitting beside Jisung? Felix. His face was still a bit cut up from scratching at the blisters but he still wore a stoic expression, his grip on Jisung still holding strong. You raised your eyebrows. “Didn’t peg you to be the caring type. Or is it curiosity?” You were so relieved at seeing Felix, you almost let your guard down to go and hug him, but stopped yourself. Jisung was still in stabbing distance and a part of you still wanted to do it, but that might actually set Changkyun off. He was just too unpredictable. “Of course not,” Changkyun laughed. “He’s not my responsibility. He did this to himself,” he shrugged. “I just came to watch, but I found something much more interesting,” he proceeded. You instinctively stepped a little closer to Felix, fiddling with the knife in your hand. “And that would be?” Felix’s words echoed in your head that sins tended to be more powerful in the real world. Hopefully he would leave without trying to mess with you.
“I mean it’s not everyday that you stumble upon a situation like this,” Changkyun chuckled. “You find your student suffocating on the floor, a famous hunter, and of course another prince.” His eyes settled on Felix. “I assume Jisung did that to you,” Felix merely scoffed, his eyes going back to Jisung, giving his neck an extra hard squeeze. You looked at Changkyun again. “Famous hunter?” You asked incredulously. There was no way you were known to demons like this, right? He was just exaggerating. You looked to Felix again. He appeared to be badly injured, though it seemed as though he was healing already. You spun the knife around again, nervous energy bubbling up inside of you. “I mean, you’re not just any hunter are you?” Changkyun popped himself off the wall and brushed past Felix. “You wouldn’t happen to have a special history?” His eyes glinted with a spark of violet. You frowned, “I’m not exactly sure what you’re trying to hint at.” Your eyes warily followed Changkyun as you stepped closer to Felix. A part of you really wanted to hold him, but considering his injuries and your current guests, that seemed like a bad idea.
Changkyun’s eyes seemed to drift in the direction of your room. Maybe it was by chance or coincidence? He had never been here before. “I can see it dear, you can’t hide it from me.” His hands slid into his pockets. You followed his gaze. What could he be seeing that he was talking like this? Or was he bluffing? “What exactly am I supposed to be hiding from you?” You did a mental tally of objects that could potentially be of interest to him. Your parents and their studies of Felix? The weapons? Otherwise you couldn’t think of anything else that could be in your room. You only had some books and decorations there, including that tacky golden comb you once received from your parents. But why would that interest him? “Seems as though you have a tendency to lie then,” Changkyun stepped past both of you and headed toward your room.
Felix shot you a perplexed look, standing up and already beginning to follow Changkyun. You followed Felix, looking at him and shrugging. You were just as clueless. The moment all three of you, including Jisung who had been dragged there by Felix, arrived in your room, you turned to Changkyun. “Okay, care to explain what exactly I’m supposed to be hiding from you now?” You knit your brows together. “This? Perhaps?” Changkyun’s hand dug through one of your drawers to pull out the comb you had received from your parents. “You really don’t have any idea what this is?” Changkyun’s shoulders slumped in complete confusion. You looked at Changkyun incredulously. “That.. is a comb?” You shrugged. “It’s just a comb I got from my parents, what else could it be?” You looked at Felix before looking at Changkyun again. “Or are you just trying to stall time?” Your eyes narrowed toward the sin.
“Why the fuck would I use a comb to stall time,” Changkyun squinted at you. “I could easily kill both of you but that’s not— This isn’t just any stupid comb!”
“How should I know what kind of things you’re planning this time?” You looked at the comb again. “Do not know anything about your mother—?” he stopped himself abruptly. It was kind of an odd comb, but you had assumed it was simply old. “What was that about my mother?” You pressed. Did Changkyun know your mother? Had he done something to her? And what in the world did that have to do with a comb? “I—“ Changkyun carded his hand through his hair furiously. “I can’t even believe this,” he rubbed his hands down his face. “I gave this to your mother,” he didn’t meet your gaze when speaking. Upon further inspection he seemed to be embarrassed? You blinked. You looked to Changkyun, then to Felix, and then to Changkyun again. “Wait just a minute. You–” You pointed at him with your knife, “You gave MY mother THIS comb?” You were in pure disbelief. Your mother would never associate herself with a demon, let alone a deadly sin. “Why?” You took some steps toward Changkyun. You were totally dumbfounded. None of this made any sense. Changkyun only let out incomprehensible sounds regaining his posture and standing up straight. “She–” he lifted his head to meet your gaze before letting out a long sigh. “She was my daughter,” he said quickly. “Devil’s grace this is more awkward than having THE TALK with your child.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh. That’s when you realized how genuine, and embarrassed he seemed. “W-wait. So you’re trying to tell me,” you sucked in a breath. “My Mother is YOUR daughter? That… that would mean you’re my,” you choked. “Grandfather?” This was so far from what you had expected. You looked at Felix again, almost hoping he would tell you Changkyun was lying. You weren’t actually related to a demon. Right? “By Hell I—“ Changkyun walked out from the room. “This isn’t what I came here for either,” he shook his head. Felix just stood there with a dumbfounded expression. What had just happened? You’re part demon now? “So, does that mean—“ Felix couldn’t even ask the question himself. It seemed so preposterous. “I… uh.” You were dumbfounded. Just like Felix and Changkyun apparently. You had known your mother was kind of secretive about her family, but you would have never expected something like that. You and Felix exited your room shortly after Changkyun. Right. Jisung was still there.
A thought popped into your head. “If I’m part demon, wouldn’t that manifest itself somehow?” You already knew holy water didn’t affect you, but was there anything else demonic about you? Something that could maybe prove this mess? “Maybe it's different for you?” Felix shrugged, looking down at the exasperated Jisung. “Now who’s weak, bitch.” Felix kicked Jisung’s arm. Changkyun was attempting to process what he’d just discovered. He shouldn’t have come. He most definitely shouldn’t have come. He always had a weird feeling about you but he never knew it’d be like this. You helplessly shrugged. Your gaze fell on the marks Jisung left on your forearms. Seemed like your healing was also human, the marks had just stopped bleeding. You still couldn’t believe any of this. There had to be some kind of mixup or something. There was no way Changkyun was actually your mother’s father. A loud thunderclap startled you. Looking through the window you saw it had begun to storm. There was a lot of lightning. It was really distracting. “Can you not?” You huffed jokingly looking toward the storm. Almost as if the weather was at your command, the thundering skies ceased and the clouds rolled back to reveal the sun. Felix gave you a look beyond disbelief. “Alright. If this is some sort of fuckass illusion I’m snapping your neck,” Felix wound the tendril tighter to the point where you could see Jisung turning blue. You looked, baffled between the now blue sky, Felix and the choking Jisung. You wouldn’t put it past him to pull such a joke, but your gut feeling was telling you something different. You looked at Changkyun. Wouldn’t he be able to tell who did that maybe? But then again, you, controlling the weather somehow? It was such a ridiculous thought, there was no way that could be true, right? Though today had already been full of ridiculous reveals When Jisung didn’t retort Felix relaxed his grasp on him, though, he was sure to keep an eye on him. Jisung gasped for air, his body sinking after holding so much tension from quite literally being suffocated.
“Did you?” Felix turned toward you. “I.. I’m not sure? Maybe?” Your voice rose in pitch at the end, a little bit of helplessness in your voice. “What if I’m really part demon?” You asked Felix. “What does that mean?” Your brows knit together in thought, twirling a finger around your hair. You looked at Changkyun again. How much had he even known about his daughter? “I mean, if we really are related then yes, you are part demon.” Changkyun stepped toward you, his previous embarassment washed away and was replaced with a stern look. “I should’ve kept better track of her,” he rubbed a hand down his face. “I’m a horrible father.” Somehow Changkyuns words made you laugh. It was a slightly hysterical laugh, the whole situation so utterly ridiculous. “Well.. she did marry a hunter, makes it seem like she wasn’t so happy about her dad” You commented wryly. You were still trying to wrap your mind around the whole situation. This demon right there, currently freaking out. The literal embodiment of the deadly sin Envy - Was your grandfather?
“Just kill Jisung so I can leave,” Changkyun waved his hands around frantically. He seemed awfully embarassed about the whole situation and with you bringing up his daughter’s— your mother’s marrige he didn’t exactly know what to think now. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in Felix’s head. He wore a flat expression until an imaginary lightbulb went on in his brain. “If you’re a half demon AND you’re a hunter what does that mean now?” It was a little amusing seeing Changkyun squirm like that. Turning to Felix you giggled, upping the dramatics. “Oh, wretched creature that I am, fated to hunt the evils in the dark, only to succumb to their evil myself. I will have to end this miserable life.”With a dramatic gesture you ended your speech. Your expression turned neutral again. “Actually, I don’t have the slightest idea. Does the one responsible for all of this know?’ You asked, turning to face Changkyun. “I’m not responsible for your mother’s poor choice in men,” Changkyun curtly shrugged. “Speaking of,” he almost seemed adamant about asking. “Where is she? Do you know?” You scoffed at Changkyun’s answer. You had to think, when did you talk to your parents the last time? Right. When you thought you were going to die because of Felix, Chan and the Reaper. You winced. “Well… the last time we talked they were planning to go on holiday I think?” It made you wonder. When did Changkyun see your mother the last time?
“Hmm.” Changkyun drew his lips into a thin line. “Well,” he took in a breath. “Felix seems to have Jisung under control,” he looked down at his student who was still on the floor, his fists balled beside him and eyes glowering dangerously. “Yeah yeah grandpa you can leave.” Felix waved at Changkyun, giving Jisung a slap across the face to which he growled at. Changkyun shrugged, simply slinking back into the ground as if he hadn’t been there at all. You touched your forearms again at the mention of Jisung. They were still bleeding, but it wouldn’t be the worst you’ve endured. “So.. what now?”
“Let’s kill him,” Felix’s eyes glinted with malice and excitement? As the shadow wound tighter and tighter around Jisung’s neck and a sickeningly slow pace. You looked at Felix with concern. Jisung really should die, but you could practically feel the bloodlust radiating from Felix. “We should make it fast” You murmured, grabbing the knife again. You looked at Felix and then back at the writhing Jisung. “Any last wishes?” You asked quietly.
“Fuck you,” Jisung spat before he abruptly lifted himself up from the ground, Felix’s hold on him faltered. Jisung took this opportunity to shift into none other than Felix. It was a blur as the two identicals wrangled eachother, shadows yanking at limbs while they both threw punches and curses at eachother. “Kill him!” One screamed as he was pushed to the floor. You stood there, paralyzed, looking between the two demons. Of course it had to come to this. Now you needed some way to who who was who. You tried to discern anything while they were fighting, but they were both so fast. Now one was on the floor, the same fury and hatred their eyes. You hesitated. If only there was something you could do. You were feeling helpless, and you hated it. Eventually one Felix slammed the other into the floor, practically sewing the other into the ground with shadows. “Please,” the one on the floor croaked, his hands balled beside him. “I swear I’m not—“
“He’s lying,” the other growled, his eyes portraying a blistering red color. You looked back and forth between the two Felixs. They looked practically identical. And you had been fooled by Jisungs illusions before. Maybe there was a way to discern who was the real one. You knelt beside the pinned ‘Felix’, whispering so the other wouldn’t hear. “What happened the first time we met?” But you couldn’t let your guard down. If that was the real Felix you were unguarded against Jisung. You just hoped that this would work; that the real Felix would remember. “I— Is this really a question you’re asking right now?” The Felix jerked his arm upward, attempting to release himself. “I don’t remember— I was feeding?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. While he did somewhat get the answer right he didn’t seem very sure. You couldn’t tell. You frowned. This wasn’t very telling. You paced back and forth. What to do, what to do? You looked at the two Felixs again. There had to be something you could do, right? You were at your wits end. You felt so alone in that moment, caught in things you couldn’t handle. You could feel a tear running down your cheek. The Felix on the ground found a sudden burst in strength, ripping the shadows off from his limbs and jumping up to tackle the opposing Felix. “Faker!” He spat, “Stop with the stupid circus tricks.”
“Man you’re really getting into this,” Felix rolled his eyes, a small smile beginning to pull at his lips. “I still don’t believe it.”
“Why can’t the both of you just stop?” In a lapse of self destructive decision you stepped towards the two fighting demons, trying to get in between them. You were tired of all this fighting, and so frustrated. Almost immediately Felix reeled backward, his hands pulling off of the opposing Felix. Felix scoffed and pulled himself off of the ground. “Brat.”
“Says you, gremlin.” He snickered under his breath. “Are you done with the mind games now?” You asked tiredly. Your mind was at a breaking point, and with all that had happened in the past days, you were a second away from falling onto the next bed to cry for days. You could barely think straight. All that drama, the mind games and the fighting wearing you down to the bone. You were swaying, struggling to even stand at this point. “At this point I’m just about ready to say shoot me even if I am the real one.” Felix coughed, his eyes burning into the opposing Felix.
“Jisung I know you’re heartless but at least fight me without getting someone else involved,” He folded his arms. You looked to the one Felix, then to the other. You were so tired of this. You were starting to think you knew who the real Felix was, but all the possibilities were hurting your head. You could feel your vision swim, getting blurry. You knew you were about to faint. “Catch me” You mumbled, before blacking out. Felix lurched forward, shoving the other aside with a shadow while simultaneously lunging to catch you in his arms. “Screw you,” Felix spat before plunging himself down into a portal. It was a risky move and he didn’t know if you’d travel with him or not. It was a short distance, just 3 miles away from your house at a small open area in the forest. When he rose up from the ground and found you in his arms he exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I’m sorry,” his head hung low, looking down at your resting face. His fingers swiped at stray hairs that clung to your face. It took some time, but after a while you came to again. Slowly opening your eyes, you flinched seeing Felix. Looking around more, you saw that it was just one Felix, and that this was not your house anymore.
“Please tell me you’re the real Felix? Can you prove it somehow?” You were sounding incredibly tired, wearily blinking your eyes into focus. “I— Do you think Jisung would really catch you from falling and not kill you when you passed out?” Felix cocked his head at you in a questioning manner. “How do I prove this—? Ugh.” Felix racked his brain for something only he’d know. “I used to enter through your window? I popped down from the ceiling once, I got a scar from the time you knicked me with your knife/holy water— shall I go on?”
“I’ve just been fooled to many times already in this short time” You sighed. “But thanks for doing that.” You smiled at Felix. “I’m so so sorry for everything that happened.” You trailed off, averting your gaze from Felix. “I feel like everything’s my fault…” You leaned your face into your hands.
“It’s not your fault, it’s Jisungs.” Felix rubbed your back hesitantly. “I should be sorry, I’m the one who lost control of myself.” He scratched at his scalp. “If I was just a little more in control this wouldn’t have happened. But we’ll find Jisung okay? I’ll make sure he won’t bother us— you again.” You leaned into Felix’s touch. “Thank you… for being on my side.” You smiled at Felix, gently touching your forehead against his. “I hope…we’ll get through this.” You began thinking. Was there any way to counter, or maybe suppress Jisungs ability? You had never wanted to kill a demon as much as Jisung.
“I’m sure he’ll eventually show up again. And as much as I hate to say this, we should probably go back to your house. It’s the best shot we have at getting him in a confined space and also having him appear again,” Felix chewed at his bottom lip. “It’ll be dangerous though.” You hummed in agreement. “I guess you’re right, but…” You stifled a yawn. “Could we rest a little first? I’m at my limit” You leaned against Felix for support. It really felt like he was the only thing that grounded you recently.
“Yeah, I was going to suggest we should wait a day or two.” Felix wrung his hands together. “As much as I’ve been here I’m not actually familiar with the area. Are there nearby hotels or someplace where we could stay?” You tilted your head in thought. “Since I don’t think it would be wise to go home and get my stuff, a hotel would probably be difficult…” You thought for another moment. “But I have a friend nearby. A non hunter friend… who could maybe let us crash for a day or two.” You looked at Felix expectantly. “Oh thank Satan,” Felix sighed. “If it was another one of your hunting friends I swear,” he stopped his sentence. “It probably wouldn’t have ended well, with my luck.” He laughed, almost a little forced, his mind going to Minho. You grimaced, knowing exactly what Felix was referencing.
“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t have been good. But he’s a sweet kid, if a little oblivious. And he lives not far from here too.” You slowly got up, stumbling a little still. You were tired, hungry and worn out. Felix instinctively took hold of your arm, helping you stabilize yourself. “Lead the way, I’ll be here.” It felt so good to be with him in uninterrupted peace. It wasn’t a long walk, and soon you stood in front of a simple, cozy looking house in the suburbs. You looked Felix up and down. He was… well, as normal as he could. You were greeted by a smiling face and messy brown hair. “Hey there Jeongin. Can we come in?”
“A-ah yeah! Come in,” he looked up at Felix and then switched his gaze to you warily before opening his door and taking a step backward. “What brings you here so late? N-not that I mind I’m just a bit curious,” he gave a shy smile. “Thanks sweetie.” You smiled gently at Jeongin, politely stepping into his home. “Well, the thing is…” You hesitated for a moment. What should you say? You didn’t really want to lie, but you couldn’t tell Jeongin the truth either. ‘T- there was this.. accident at my house, and now me and my friend Felix” You pointed at the figure beside you. “Can’t sleep there for a new days. I know this is incredibly sudden and all but… would it maybe be possible to crash at your house for a day or two?”
“Yeah of course! I have room,” Jeongin flailed his hands out of nervousness? You couldn’t tell. His eyes were still fixed on Felix. “Is he your—? Nevermind,” Jeongin shook his head violently. “I’m really sorry to hear about your house. Hopefully whatever happened will get better?” You beamed, “Thank you so much! I’ll pay you back somehow, okay? And yeah, hopefully we’ll be able to go back and fix the problem soon.” You were still smiling brightly at Jeongin. He had always seemed like a sweet younger brother to you. You had tutored him to earn some money on the side, and you developed a friendship out of it. You took off your shoes and followed Jeongin further into his house. “The rooms are sort of small but they’re functional, is that okay?” Jeongin opened two doors that sat across from eachother, revealing identical rooms. They each had a small bed that rested in the corner of the room along with a small dresser and lamp. It was a cute part of the house, and knowing Felix wouldn’t be too far provided some comfort. ‘Theyre great! Again, thank you so so much for this, Jeonginnie,” You stepped closer, opening your arms to envelop Jeongin in a hug. “You’re such a sweetheart.” Were you coddling him a bit maybe? Yes, but you just felt the need. Sometimes you wondered how this little ball of sunshine managed to live alone. His face instantly brightened and he returned the hug sweetly. “Ah, don’t worry about it. You’ve helped me so much, it’s the least I can do. If you need anything let me know okay? I gotta go finish up some dumb report,” he whined before hopping off into his room. You smiled, watching Jeongin scamper off.
“Isn’t he cute?” You cooed, turning to Felix. “And he even easily lets us stay here.” You looked at Felix again. He seemed tired too. “Well, I guess we should actually go and get the rest we need then, right–?”
“He’s an angel.” Felix interrupted, his nose wrinkling. “I don’t know whether to be disgusted or in awe,” He released a long yawn. “See you in the morning?”
You laughed at Felix’s comment, not really taking into account the statement he had just made. “Rest well!” You entered one of the rooms, exhaustedly plopping down onto the bed. You really hadn’t slept through in a while. It made you think of Felix again. Your thoughts were spinning and there was quite a bit of tossing and turning despite your exhaustion, before you sunk into a deep sleep. The next morning you awoke to the sunlight that cascaded down and into your room from the small window above the bed. It was soundless, and it seemed as though the whole house was frozen and still. It was nice to wake up with peace for once. Felix was in the other room awake, staring off into space. He had shut the blinds on the window, plunging himself into near darkness, if not for the light that snaked under his door. He missed spending his mornings like this. You stayed in bed a while longer, simply basking in the peace and quiet. You stretched out your limbs and released a long sigh, you actually felt well rested. Upon opening your door you saw that Felix’s was slightly cracked open, but inside the room it looked completely pitch black. You took just a peak to see inside, only to be met with the sight of a shirtless Felix staring right back at you.
“Good morning,” he laughed, his eyes falling from the crimson color to his regular pseudo brown. You squeaked in surprise, your face burning as you averted your eyes from the shirtless demon. But not before noting that he was extremely toned and there were scars running along his chest. “G-good morning” You stammered, looking at the floor. “You should put on some clothes. I’ll talk to Jeongin and see if I can help him with breakfast.” You turned away, making your way to Jeongins room and gently knocking on the door.
“Kay,” Felix laughed to himself, giving a small wave before shutting his door. He opted to just wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts. Jeongin didn’t seem to be awake yet, as you could hear him softly snoring through the door. You swore you heard a rustling sound in his room, though, maybe he was just waking up now? “Jeonginnie? I’m coming in” You said, slowly opening the door to give him a chance to protest. You froze upon entering when you’re met with the sight of Jeongin. Wrapped around him were pure feathery white wings. Your first thought was that this was one of Jisungs illusions, and you gasped, backing away in fear. But why would he do that?
The creaking of the door must’ve set something off inside Jeongin, for when you entered he almost instantly shot up from the bed. “A-ah cRAp! I can explain—“ Jeongin bolted up and folded his wings behind his back. His eyes were wide as he just stayed put for a second, debating on what to tell you. “It’s a– costume. From Halloween. But I wanted to use it as a blanket.”
“Are you Jeongin?” You tried to keep the fear out of your voice, but it didn’t quite work. Yoou couldn’t wrap my head around this. This had to be an illusion, right? What else could it be? You thought back to Felix’s comment about Jeongin being an angel. Funny joke. Right? You was so busy panicking you forgot about the flabbergasted male in front of you.
“Yeah its a costume,” Jeongin blinked and suddenly turned his back around to reveal nothing but his bare shoulder blades. Did they disappear out of existance or what? “See? Gone. Costume. Not wings. What wings?” He gave an awkward smile and you could practically see him nervously sweating. “Th-that’s not what i meant.” Your voice was quiet. “I swear to God if this is another one of your illusions Jisung–” You barely held yourself back. You didn’t want to drag Jeongin into this, but what if he already was? What if Jisung has gotten to him? You were panicking, wringing your hands together. Those wings had obviously been no costume.
“Jisung?” Jeongin cocked his head to the side. “Who’s that—?” Jeongin stood up from his bed, walking over toward you in the doorway. “What Jisung are you talking about,” He seemed to have abandoned his embarassed persona and replaced it with a more concerned and serious one. You stepped away from him cautiously, not quite convinced that this wasn’t an illusion. He had fooled you with Minho before.
“I.. Jeongin. Please. Tell me something only the two of us know, okay? Then I can explain things” You wearily watched his every move. Why did he seem so serious now? “You used to tutor me?” Jeongin gave a confused look. “Uh, we’ve known each other for like, a million years now. At 3am we used to talk crap about this one drama everyone liked— Is something wrong?” He looked more confused than ever. I slowly relaxed. Jisung would’nt have known that.
“Thank goodness,” You breathed, wrapping Jeongin in a sudden hug again before letting go. You sighed. “Jisung… is dangerous. He’s the reason I can’t go home right now. And he can very convincingly assume anyone’s appearance and create illusions.” You looked at Jeongin closely again. “So if those wings weren’t his doing… what were they? We both know that’s not a costume.”
“O-oh yeah. These?” His wings poked out from his back again, some feathers drifting off and fluttering toward the ground. “They’re pretty real,” he laughed a bit awkwardly, extending out his right wing to you. “I guess you’re in on the whole ‘Wow! Heaven and Hell are real’ sort of thing?” Jeongin tilted his head at you. You laughed awkwardly. “I could say I’ve got a hell of a lot experience with it.” Your eyes were glued to Jeongin’s wings. They looked so pure and soft, and there was almost a gentle glow to them. ‘They’re so pretty” You hummed. Meanwhile your mind was reeling. So Jeongin really knew? Or rather, he seemed to be actually part of it?
“So,” Jeongin coughed, folding his wings back behind him. “You do know what Felix is, right?” He knit his eyebrows together. “I didn’t want to say anything about it unless you knew but,” he bit his lip nervously. “I think he knows I’m not exactly the average human,” “I… yes, I am aware. I know what– who he is.” You said quietly, your eyes switching toward Jeongin again. “Are you really an angel?” You asked carefully, still in disbelief.
“Oh! Yeah, I am.” Jeongin perked up, a smile crossing his face. “I guess you could say I was sent here to help rid the world of demons— B-but if Felix is nice then, I guess I won’t, you know,” Jeongin laughed awkwardly. “I don’t think he likes me, I think he knows I’m an angel already, hah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Please tell him not to kill me?” Part of you wondered for a moment. Did he know your grandfather was a demon?
You smiled softly at him. “I really hope you and Felix will get along.” The smile faded. “There’s been far too much fighting already.”
“Don’t worry I won’t kill you squirt,” Felix arose from Jeongin’s shadow, dodging his wings and making his way toward you. Jeongin, who was unaware of Felix’s abilities and the fact that he’d been here he whole time, let out some sort of dolphin like screech of surprise. You knew it. Still, you flinched in surprise at Jeongins scream. “Shh, it’s okay. Felix is just a little shit and likes to lurk sometimes.” Looking back between the angel and the demon, you crossed my arms. “Well… should we get breakfast then?”
“Breakfast sounds good!” Jeonging chirped, already beginning to head down stairs. His wings were folded behind him, his feathers trailing down the stairs as he hopped down. Should you tell jeongin about all that had happened with Jisung? Would he still trust Felix then? And did you really want to involve sweet, innocent angel Jeongin in this? You had no idea about his powers. Or if he had any. You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize you’d been staring at your plate. “You must be really hungry,” Jeongin slid two eggs onto your plate along with a few slices of bacon. Felix snickered at his comment, scrunching up his nose. “I like him already.” You snapped out of your daze at Felix’s snickers.
“So when are you gonna tell them that you’re their guardia—“ Jeongin shoved an uncooked slice of bacon into Felix’s mouth. “Finish that sentence and I will slap the shit out of you.” He hissed quietly, turning toward you as if nothing had been said. “So! How do you like it?” The two of them were whispering again. Well, you were glad they seemed to get along at least. “It’s great!” You smiled at Jeongin.
“So,” you began. “What are we going to do now?”
“That’s up to you,” Felix shrugged. “If you’re ready to go back then I’ll follow. But if you want another day I don’t see why we couldn’t do that too.”Jeongin shrugged. “I don’t mind having company, I like having you guys here.” He smiled sweetly. “Well…” You thought for a moment. “I guess it would be best to… get it over soon?” You proposed. “We can still come back afterwards– hopefully.” You added quietly. You fidgeted a bit in your chair. There was some kind of weird air between the two of them.
“Well, if you need anything I’d be glad to help.” Jeonging pulled a chair beside you, beginning to dig into his own breakfast. “And you’re always welcome to come back!”
You looked at Jeongin with adoration. Even with the realization that he was actually a literal angel, you were still incredibly fond of the boy. Being in a soft mood for once, you snatched a small piece of bacon from Felix’s plate, only to hold it in front of Jeongin.
“Say ahh” You chirped. “W-whaT?” Jeongin’s face flushed to a deep red color. As he was about to, as embarassing as it was, take the bacon from you, a shadow snaked around your arm, aiming your fork toward Felix. His eyes bore into yours sharply as he pulled your hand closer to him, snatching the bacon from you in his mouth. “Mine.” He said, his mouth full. Your own face was burning red now. You could barely comprehend what just happened. You had just been lightheartedly teasing Jeongin, and now your heart was threatening to combust. You spluttered, pulling your hand away from Felix and burying your head in it. You were embarrassed, but a part of you was also extremely giddy. After all that had happened, your dependence on Felix had only grown stronger, and with it, your love for him. Jeongin, meanwhile, had watched the whole thing unfold before his very eyes. “I— okay,” He shrugged, getting up and putting his plate in the sink. Felix only shot you a sly smirk, happily chewing on the bacon. “Rule 1: Never steal a demons food. Even if we technically don’t need to eat,” he laughed. “Noted,” You said as you followed Jeongin toward the sink. “So… how’s life been for you, Jeonginnie?” You started talking with Jeongin, trying for a bit of normalcy and distraction from what had just occured. You couldn’t help but watch Felix happily eat his breakfast from the corner of your eye. He was just so cute.
“Oh! It’s good. My job hasn’t really interfered with my normal life persay so It’s been pretty peaceful. I miss having you around though, obviously,” he gave you a bashful smile. “It’s also nice being able to have my wings out without having to hide them constantly,” he chirped happily, fluttering them a bit behind him. “They get kinda sore if I don’t stretch them out for long.”
“That’s good! Aww, I’ll be sure to try and visit as often as i can then. I’ve missed you too,” you grinned, looking at Jeongins wings. “Never thought I’d see something like this, but they suit you. Hopefully our lives will become peaceful once again soon.” You sighed. Felix finished his breakfast and lazily put his plate in the sink. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together, shadows enveloping his whole before revealing his normal black out attire. “Ready to kill princey boy?” He cracked his knuckles. Jeongin couldn’t help but revel at Felix. “Seriously though what are you—“ he clamped his mouth shut. “Forget it I don’t wanna know. It’ll probably be against some law in Heaven,” Jeongin waved his hand. “Anyways! It’s all up to you,” He turned toward you. “Ready when you are!”
“Well I guess there’s no point in trying to stall.” You just hoped you’d have time to grab a weapon of some sort before Jisung appeared. “Guys. Maybe each of us should have a specific code word or something we can use when Jisung tries to assume the shape of one of us.”
“Smart. How about…” Felix tapped a finger to his chin. “Banana–”
“I-Its a general word and It’d probably surprise him?”Jeongin interrupted Felix. He lowered his voice from the previous scream. “I was thinking something more, I don’t know, sensible? But I guess that’d work too.”
Felix shrugged. “Okay then,” You giggled. Jeongin was so cute. “Sounds good in my opinion. Let’s go then.” The way to your house was a silent one. There was a serious air around you all, and after a while you stood at your doorstep. “Well then, shall we go in?” You asked. “What if he’s not even here?” Jeongin cocked his head to the side. “I guess we’ll wait then…?” Felix shrugged, opening the door and sauntering inside. There goes any element of surprise. The house was silent and empty. Blood stained the floor where Jisung had last been, yet the whole house seemed untouched. You could still remember the whole ordeal that occured with Changkyun here. You shuddered at the memory and hurried over to your weapons stash. Luckily it seemed as though this was also untouched. You grabbed a pair of small knives to at least be armed. You turned to Jeongin and Felix. “I guess now we wait?”
“Yeah I suppose,” Felix took the liberty of flopping down onto the couch, craning his neck back while his eyes glued themselves to the ceiling. “Jisung we’re here to murder you,” he yawned aloud. Jeongin gave a look of horror toward Felix. “You can’t just— why?” He shook his head at the demon. You were already used to Felix’s way of talking, so you paid his macabre comment no mind. You simply sat down next to him. You fiddled with the knives, not yet ready to break the silence. It was some time later when you heard a soft noise. Could that be Jisung? You perked up.
“I’ll go check it out.” Felix stood up, beginning to walk down the hallway. “Jeongin, watch the front door till I’m back, okay?” With that, Felix disappeared into the unlit house. It was unusual to see Jeongin so serious, but he immediately nodded and took position. You were beginning to feel anxious. You stood up and followed in pursuit of Felix, your weapons readied at your sides. Although the sun was out, the house seemed to be dim and cloudy. Light barely traversed through the windows, almost as if some sort of screen was put over them. You could still see though, luckily, as you tried to catch up to Felix. When you turned the corner, assuming Felix had gone into this side room, you were met with nothing. Where had he gone? You slowed down. What was happening? Why was everything so dark? You silently cursed myself, backtracking a little to see if you could spot him somewhere else. Your house wasn’t all that big, but in that moment it almost felt like a labyrinth. Something was very, very wrong.
“(Y/N)?” Felix’s voice bounced through the hallways. It sounded as if he was right beside you, but how could that be? You darted out from the sideroom and back into the hallway. You still saw no trace of him. Growing a bit on edge you turned to return back to Jeongin, only to scream as a dark figure loomed in the center of the hall. “Calm down calm down it’s me,” Felix sighed in relief. “It’s so dark in here I almost got lost,” Your heart was still beating fast in shock, but you were relieved you were seeing him again. You had almost let your guard down when it dawned upon you that this may not be Felix. You hesitated for a moment, looking around before leaning towards Felix.
“What’s the word?” You whispered quietly. “W-what?” Felix raised his eyebrows, laughing a bit awkwardly, before it dawned upon him. His expression fell into a much darker one. “I hate you hunters,” he spat before seizing your arm, hurdling you toward the sideroom. Unsuspecting, you found yourself being propelled into the sideroom. Not a second later he was in the doorway, a psychotic smile painted on his face as he shut the door behind him. When he did, the door seemed to phase into nothing but a solid wall. No exit. Not anymore, at least. You screamed, part in frustration, part in fear. Of course it had been Jisung. Of course. You gripped your knives tight against your palms. You raised your knives in defense. There wasn’t anything else you could do anyway, with him blocking the exit. Time seemed to slow as Jisung approached you. You did the first thing you thought of: Plunging your knife down into his shoulder. Part of you celebrated at the fact that you’d already been a bit successful, until you realized that he wasn’t moving. When you tried to rip your knife away from whatever you had just stabbed it wouldn’t budge.
“Hm. Funny how you just charge in,” Jisung hissed behind you, his breath fanning across the nape of your neck. You let go of the stuck knife, switching the other one into your dominant hand.You slashed at the air towards where he had had left goosebumps on your skin. Jisung ducked right below the blade, his smile never leaving his face as he kicked your legs out from under you. He always seemed to be two steps ahead of you. “You didn’t think it'd be that easy, right?” He cocked his eyebrow and let out a sympathetic chuckle.
“(Y-Y/N)?” A frantic and real muffled voice of Felix echoed through the wall. Jisung’s head snapped up, his expression turning into a scowl. “He always has to interfere doesn’t he,” Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I’m in the side room on the left with Jisung!” You called out desperately. “We’re all just sick of your games jisung.” You swung your knife again, hoping to keep him busy. It didn’t seem like you would make a hit unless Jisung made some kind of mistake, however.
“Sick of my games—?” Jisung gloated, only to get a shallow knife slash to the cheek. He stumbled back in disbelief, raising a hand to smudge the blood beneath his eye. “Darling, this is no game,” his eyes darkened and the whole mood of the room seemed to drop. It was suffocating. You were triumphant you had gotten him, but the atmosphere made it hard to breathe. You tried to calm yourself, keeping your gaze locked onto Jisung. “What is this then?” You asked, sounding a lot less put together thad you had hoped. What were Felix and Jeongin doing? You weren’t sure how much longeryou’d be able to hold against Jisung.
He seemed to notice your eyes traveling back to the spot where the door was, and a look of sweet sympathy painted his features. “They can’t hear you.” His eyes dropped into a half-lidded expression of pity. “It’s simple.” Jisung stood up, squaring his shoulders. “Felix took away the one thing I loved in my life, so why can’t I do the same?” Your mind was reeling. You had no way out, and if the others had no way in you needed to stall Jisung.
“Wha- what are you talking about? What did Felix do?” You took a step away from Jisung, observing him. He actually seemed hurt. “Felix is a lying, psychotic excuse of a prince. He never deserved that title at all,” Jisung remarked harshly. “All he does is take, learn that now—“ Jisung stopped his ramble suddenly. “Don’t try and stall me with your pathetic questions!” His finger nails dug deep within his palms, and the whole room seemed to quake at his outburst. “It doesn’t matter anymore, you can’t bring them back.” Jisung caught himself from choking up, biting his lower lip. “Why do you think you are any better?” You bit back, flinching at his outburst. “Felix.. killed... someone? Someone who was very dear to you?” You carefully asked. You almost wanted to comfort him but then realized this could be a distraction. Jisung seemed taken aback by your first comment. He always thought of himself higher than Felix, but he never actually dwelled upon the thought.
“I never killed for sport,” Jisung emphasized the word ‘sport’, his words rolling off of his tongue like poison. “He killed her for no reason, other than the fact that she was a hunter.” His voice wavered. His words made you stop. Felix has killed someone very dear to Jisung. And that someone had been a hunter? You were quiet for a moment, just watching Jisung be caught in his emotions. “So.. who– Who did he kill?” You could only remember one person Felix killed. One hunter, which was Minho’s mother. That would be too much of a coincidence, right? But, on the other hand, It would all add up. Why Jisung hung around Minho.
“Surely you know who I’m talking about,” Jisung wiped his hand down his face.m “Minho’s mother, she was like nothing I’d ever seen before,” he sighed, almost as if in some lovesick trance. “He had to ruin that!” Jisung wailed. You couldn’t force yourself to strike him down with your knife now either. You concluded reasoning may be your best option. “Well what do you think Minho’s mother would say if she knew you were trying to kill me–’
“Don’t.” Jisung shook his head violently. “Don’t you dare bring her into this,” He grit his teeth together. “You never knew her the way I did. So don’t try and reason with me.” He spat, his eyes burning into yours like hot coals. “You do know she partnered with my parents a long time. I was at her funeral. I remember her well. Don’t try to tell me I don’t know her because I do.” Your voice was quiet. You knew you had to kill him if you wanted to get out of here alive, but still. Something was holding you back.
“This doesn’t change anything, you can’t bring her back.” Jisung paused, his expression of complete depression uptwisting into some sort of toxic elated one. “Felix won’t be able to bring you back either,” a sullen laugh escaped his dry throat.
“Youre right. Killing me won’t bring her back either. All you’re going to do is create more suffering for yourself, trying to fool yourself into thinking hurting someone else will make you hurt any less.” Your face was pained. You had killed many demons before, why was this so hard?
“Just die already,” Jisung’s voice was hoarse and low, his eyes blazing as the room began to rumble. The ceiling fell through and the walls turned to vices, narrowing agonizingly toward you. In a few minutes you’d be crushed between debris or the enclosing walls. You began to panic, but then stopped. None of this was real, probably. One of Jisung’s illusions, you hoped. Still, you weren’t too keen on testing how real they would feel. You flinched, but took a deep breath. It was now or never.
With a new found determination, you raised your knife up. It dawned upon Jisung that you no longer believed in his trick. He cursed loudly, attempting to run from the situation only to take your knife to his chest. Fuck. He’s never really dealt with this much pain before. Sure, he’s been burned by holy water and choked my Felix but this? Blessed knife skin deep? Not really doing well for him. His hands shook as he looked down at the wound, and then back to you in disbelief. You shaking. The moment the knife sank deep into his skin it was as if a shock ran through you.
“I hope you will find peace Jisung. Rest well.” You mumbled, unable to look at the demon, or the blood on your hands. You twisted the knife, wanting him to die quickly and not suffer for too much longer. “I hate you,” he seethed, the knife plunged deeper into his chest. In a few moments he would take his last breath, his eyes like glass and completely black. Everything seemed to return to normal after then, the door reappeared, the walls no longer crumbled and you could see a disheveled Felix staring straight at you from the reappeared doorway. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you anymore. You stopped completely, kneeling over Jisungs corpse, blood on your hands. You had killed again. Only slowly, very slowly did you realize your surroundings, turning towards Felix. He took a hesitant step toward you before full blown running into you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into an embrace. He didn’t say anything, still a bit in shock at the fact that Jisung had managed to fool you both. But it was okay right? His eyes lay on the prince’s body, with his lifeless black eyes.
“Its okay,” Felix spoke into the shell of your ear, his hand crading the back of your head. You sank down into Felix’s arms like a marionette with its strings cut. All that stress gone within a second. All your emotions that had been neatly held back by all the fear were now coming back with a vengeance. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He repeated like a mantra. Jeongin soon found the two of you, beginning to decompose Jisung’s body. He hummed softly into your ear, slowly sinking to the ground with you in his arms. The two of you sat like this for a while until you eventually calmed down.
“D-did you know he had been in love with Minho’s mother?” Was the first thing that left your lips when you had somewhat calmed down. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt more or less safe again. “I had a hunch,” Felix almost winced at his words, his memories being flooded back to the moment he had killed her. “I didn’t think they were— Minho’s father obviously wasn’t Jisung.” Felix ended his statement in a curt tone. “Not to interrupt the moment,” Jeongin piped up. “excusemylanguage but how badass is it to say that you single handedly just killed a prince of hell, huh?” Jeongin shot you a look of pure proudness. “That’s definitely a ticket to heaven— unless you don’t want to go there but,” he looked back toward Felix who scowled at the mention of the holy place. “I’m gonna stop talking,” Jeongin returned back to blessing Jisung’s corpse. You squirmed uncomfortably under Jeongins praise. “I got lucky.” You giggled at Felix’s face at the mention of heaven. “I.. I’m not sure if it would actually work for me to go to heaven.” You muttered, remembering Jeongin knew nothing of your grandfather. Suddenly, Jeongin whipped around to face the two of you.
“Felix,” he inhaled. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything I swear—“ Jeongin, in seconds, had his hands wrapped around Felix’s neck. Yes, it didn’t hurt Felix, but it was a bit offsetting to see the sweet boy become violent so suddenly. “Wait wait wait, what?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Jeongin what are you doing?” You worriedly turned to the boys, trying to gently pry Jeongins fingers from Felix.
“A-Ah I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Jeongin’s head hung low. “I just— I thought,”
“You really don’t know?” Felix only cocked an eyebrow at the angel, his neck unbothered by what had just occurred.
“You’re their guardian, what have you been doing for your job—“ Jeongin, yet again, slaps a hand over Felix’s mouth. “Jeongin, speak for yourself.” You got a little quieter, embarrassed at the end. Guardian? He wasn’t actually implying Jeongin was a guardian angel. YOUR guardian angel. That would be ridiculous.
“I thought Felix— you know,” Jeongin hesitated. “I thought he did some demon thing that would make you go to hell or something,” a rosy tint entered his cheeks. “He also wasn’t supposed to say that SO let’s pretend you never heard it,” Jeongin shot you an awkward thumbs up as Felix cackled in the background. Realizing what Jeongin was probably implying, your own cheeks turned a slight pink. “O-oh well, I see…” You scratched your head awkwardly.
“So. Could we maybe get something to eat now?” You proposed.
“That sounds lovely after worrying my ass off about you,” Felix slapped his arm over your shoulder. “You know for an angel I didn’t realize you thought—“
“pLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF–” Jeongin waved his arms around, covering himself with his wings like shields. “Let’s say that conversation never happened. Sound good? Okay! Let’s go eat then,”
“You talk like it was all my fault.” You quipped, leading Jeongin and Felix to the kitchen. “Pasta sound alright?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. The moment Jeongin left the room, you turned to Felix.
“You think Changkyuns gonna make an appearance?’
“Oh dear Satan. Jeongin would have a heart attack,” Felix frowned. “You don’t think Changkyun would kill him right?” Felix almost asked nervously. “Sins definitely do not get along well with angels,” he shook his head. “Also, he’ll sooner or later find out you’re related to a deadly sin.”
“I really hope that won’t happen. And I really don’t want to tell Jeongin either. Like, how would he even react?”
“React to what?” You startled and turned toward a confused Jeongin. “A-ah, nothing important.” A snap of electricity whisked through the air, emitting a supernatural violet. Speak of the sin and he shall appear or what?
“It’s Grandp—“ Changkyun popped up from the ground, only to immediately whip around and face Jeongin. “The fuck is this pest doing here,” Changkyun shot electricity straight toward Jeongin. He yelped in surprise, managing to dive bomb out of it’s way, although not without a few of his feather’s being singed off.
“Stop it!” You yelled, the electricity fizzling out right before destroying your wall. It was momentarily silent until Jeongin screams. He is completely petrified. Why is there a deadly sin in your house? Why is he referring to himself grandpa? Why did he have to be an angel? ”Hey, Jeongin, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You clung to him, gently patting his head.
“I don’t wanna go near him,” Jeongin fluffed up his feathers, wrapping his wings around his body creating a sphere. “He can’t touch me like this,” his voice was muffled inside the sea of feathers. “He won’t go near you okay? I promise. Changkyun isn’t actually that bad, he’s just annoying.” You gently patted Jeongins wing cocoon. Were you imagining it or did you feel a slight burn from touching them?You frowned, pulling your hand away.
“Hey,” Jeongins voice piped up. “Are you gonna explain why he’s here or..?” He let his wings droop to the ground, sitting cross legged now. While his wings were rather large he appeared to be somewhat small. “This cannot be real. Are you kidding?” Changkyun turned toward you. “A demon having a guardian?” You raised your hands defensively. “Hey, I’m a quarter demon at most.” You lowered yourself down next to Jeongin.
“S-so let me get this straight,” Jeongin began. “He’s your grandfather,” He pointed an accusatory finger toward Changkyun. “SIN,” he emphasized. “HE has some wild crush on you,” Jeongin’s hand moved toward Felix. “PRINCE OF HELL,” He practically screamed. “I’m a terrible guardian,” he dropped his head into his hands.
“That last point isn’t true, you’re not a terrible guardian,” you reassured him. You decided that you probably shouldn’t tell him about Chan or Seungmin. You leaned over to give Jeongin a tight hug again, only to flinch away at the undeniable burning sensation
“Are you okay?” Jeongin quickly folded his wings behind him, grabbing your arms and inspecting them. “Ah, you can’t even touch my wings.” He frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “I never thought I’d be roped into something like this,” Jeongin let his head hang in his hands.
“This is all quite a bit of a mess, I know.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“I need to talk to you, actually.” Jeongin hopped up, lacing your hand in his and pulling you toward another room. “I’m sure you demons can converse or whatever, right?” Jeongin shot the two a sly look before continuing the walk. “O-oh, okay?” Baffled, you followed the angel. What could he possibly want to talk about? And that badly enough that he would just leave to demons alone like that.
“So… what did you want to talk about?” You was just a little bit nervous. Once the two of you were alone, Jeongin grabbed you by the shoulders. “I—“ Jeongin paused, biting his lip a bit. “Can we go outside?” His eyes were still nervously attached to the doorway, as if expecting one of them to appear any second. You furrowed your brows, but agreed. “Sweetheart what’s wrong? You seem really anxious?” You frowned at him. “Please, tell me what’s going on?” You nervously rubbed your arms, wincing at the slightly reddened skin from my contact with Jeongins wings.
“I—“ He looked as if he was trying to practically force words out from his mouth. “I don’t know how you feel about Felix right now, but just remember who he is.” Jeongin warns. “This isn’t really him. This isn’t how he acts. Don’t you remember?” He wore a heavily concerned gaze. “He’s highly manipulative. I don’t trust him one bit.” You couldn’t meet Jeongins gaze. It was the truth you had been trying to forget. Trying to forget the fact that it had been Felix who killed Minho. You wanted things to be easy, ignoring the fact that they weren’t. Felix seemed so sweet, and you wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to love you. Even though you should be aware of his true nature. You kept silent, unable to meet Jeongin’s gaze.
“I know it’s hard,” Jeongin hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder. “But you really need to get away.” His face darkened a bit. “He thinks he’s got it all figured out. Why else would he be so casual?” Jeongin’s head quickly turned toward the nearby door. “I swear I can feel someone,” he hissed under his breath. You sighed deeply. I knew Jeongin was right. But you also knew that you were in too deep. You followed Jeongins gaze in concern. “I think we should go back now.” Your voice was quiet. “Please,” Jeongin stepped in front of you, blocking the entrance. “You need to trust me on this one,” His eyes were pleading. “I can’t let this happen,” his hands were clenched at his sides.
“Jeongin, sweetheart. I know you’re concerned, and probably rightfully so.” You sighed deeply. “But what am I supposed to do? You know I can’t just… go.” With another sigh you entered the house. He was right, and maybe that’s why you werebeing so defensive. He frowned, his wings drooping as he followed behind you. The two of you returned to the two demons who stayed seated in the main room. When you entered, Felix seemed to brighten up.
“So, was there some Guardian to Demon talk or?” Changkyun raised his eyebrow. “Would you stop calling me demon already? I don’t think i qualify.”
Jeongin silently scowled, his eyes never leaving Felix. “If you’re related to me you’re a demon. Don’t argue.” Changkyun waved his hand in the air.
“He has a point,” Felix shrugged, giving you a sly side smile. You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the animosity between Felix and Jeongin. ‘I’m still only a quarter demon. I don’t think that counts. Also neither of us even knew we were related until very recently.” You raised a brow at Changkyun before continuing your sentiment. “Did you visit mom?” You leaned your head up against Felix. You didn’t want to rub it into Jeongins face, but it just happened automatically.
“Ah, no not yet actually.” Changkyun turned bashful, heat rising to his cheeks. “I didn’t want to impose, and I didn’t know if she would want to see me after all this time.” Felix leaned into you, his hand going to intertwine with yours. “Well, I can’t tell you that either. You might just have to try it yoursel– and try not to get shot then.” Yoi couldn’t help but to add that little quip.
“Well,” Changkyun hopped up from his seat. “I should probably go inform the others of this,” he groaned, dragginga hand down his face. “So much drama is going to go down, I can already feel it.” He grumbled. “Now we need another prince,” Felix let out a small chuckle at Changkyun’s behavior. “You don’t need another prince, you have me,” Felix shrugged, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“Okay Cocky I’ll see you in Hell whenever you return,” Changkyun rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers to open a portal. “Anything I need to know before I go?” You awkwardly scratched your head. “I don’t think so,” you watched Changkyun vanish, the tension leaving with him.
A bit after Changkyun left you noticed Jeongin had gone quite silent. He sat on the floor quietly, observing. “Hey… you know, you can always go home if you want to?” Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. Jeongin looked slightly taken aback before standing up in a huff, fidgeting his wings so they’d lay comfortably on his back before they disappeared.
“Yeah, I think that’s best. I was getting a little tired anyways, I’ll see you soon hopefully?” His eyes met yours sharply. This was your choice. You knew the consequences. You’d deal with it. You knew it was immature but you didn’t want to deal with anything negative right now.
“I hope you’ll get some well deserved rest then. See you around Jeonginnie!” Jeongin gave a sullen smile before turning toward the door. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. With that he opened the door, giving you one last warning glance, before disappearing out of sight. “Angel boy is finally gone,” Felix semi-groaned, flopping back into the chair. You winced slightly, you did feel sorry for Jeongin.
“I kind of feel like sleeping for about a week now. I’m so glad this is finally over.” You sighed deeply. You really hoped your words were true, but deep inside you knew they weren’t. Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.
“Yeah. It’s so nice to not feel like you’re going to die everyday.” Felix shut his eyes tightly before opening them. “It’s sort of a weird feeling to be honest, I never expected to be able to relax after all of this.” You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, it’s weird. So much happened in such a short time… who would have thought it all started just because of a Chance meeting?”
“I can vividly remember the first time I met you,” Felix’s voice turned more smooth that held what you thought to be an underlying tone of coyness to it. The TV screen flickered, and for a moment you think it’s your electricity being wonky until it faded to a black screen. Confused, you went to stand up and check out the wires only to notice that the rest of the house had also been plunged into darkness.
“You didn’t really think this was over did you?”
“F-Felix? Cut that shit out okay? Come on, this is not funny.” You sighed, the fear returning. You tried looking around in the darkness, but your eyes were still adjusting. You could only feel your heart beating frantically in your chest.
“I’m not joking,” something cool slid across the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. If it could get any darker it just did, for even when you swore your eyes adjusted you still could barely make out a faint outline of the couch. “Are you really that clueless?” The voice bounced violently around the room. You flinched, “What the hell do you want?” You hissed. Had you really let your guard down this much? Slowly trying to make my way through the darkness, you stepped around the couch. You were making your way around the room, pressing your back against the wall to feel some sense of safety.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The laugh echoed darkly, the room plunging into complete silence. So much, that you swore you could hear ringing in your ears. “I want you,” Felix walked out from the darkness, appearing before you. Through the darkness you could make out his faint outline, but what stood out the most were his eyes. You blinked. “Felix, what? You’re not making any sense.” Still, you were focused on his eyes. Right in front of you, they seemed to hold a hypnotic quality. “Seriously Felix, stop messing with me.” Your voice was shaky again.
“Ha,” He sighed. “I love when you get all scared like this,” he grasped your chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing your face milimeters away from his. His breathing fanned gently over your face, “I can practically taste your fear,” He wet his lips, his pupils narrowing similar to that of a cats. You were stunned to silence, staring at Felix. It felt like someone had pulled a rug from under you, and you were falling again. You had known Jeongin was right. And still, why didn’t you listen? You could feel your heart beating fast, and tears gathering in your eyes. Except, part of you felt disappointed.
”You’re crazy, huh?’ You let out a shallow laugh, still in disbelief.
“Only crazy for you,” he hummed in a sing song tone, his lips grazing over yours. “You shouldn’t be surprised, really.” He pulled away so he could focus on your features. You could practically see the corners of his lips upturning into some lopsided smile. “No one ever changes truly.”Your heart skipped a beat when you felt Felix’s lips. You knew you should be scared. You had no idea what Felix was trying to do. Or maybe you knew and were just ignoring the blazing red flags infront of you. A part of you just wanted to give up. A part of you whispered in your ear, “what’s the harm? Just give up, give in to him. You love him any way.” You bit your lip, trying to avoid Felix’s gaze. The shadows began to receed from the doors and windows. The light had barely reached the floor when the angel burst through the glass, barreling through the house and knocking straight into Felix. Jeongin was careful not to touch you, though, as he already had the demon pinned beneath his body in an instant. You shrieked in surprise, seeing the angel return.
“J-jeongin?” You watched the angel and demon wrestle for a moment from where you stood. Jeongin shouldn’t have to do this alone. You should get at least your knife. Jeongin’s wings slammed down beside Felix, his feathers searing into Felix’s wrists. Felix laughed, his eyes meeting Jeongin’s with a crazed grin. He was apparently unaffected by the pain in his skin.
“I should’ve killed you when I had the Chance, angel.” He hissed, his eyes sparkling before launching an attempt to pull the boy off of him. His shadows tried to latch onto his wings, only to be repelled. The longer this went on the more horrified you became watching Felix. Had you really thought he would change? Had you really believed he wasn’t actually that bad? How naive could you have been? You hated yourself for loving him.
“Do you enjoy this?” Felix tilted his head toward Jeongin, his smile faded while holding eye contact with the young angel. No matter what Felix had tried, his shadows seemed to be completely ineffective against Jeongin. “I hate you angels,” Felix thrashed beneath the boys grasp, the pain finally getting to his wrists. “I forgot how bothersome your kind could be,” Felix grit his teeth together. Felix eventually noticed your arrival back into the room, a shadow leaping up toward you almost like a wall.
“Love, don’t you think two on one is a bit unfair now?” His eyes switched to you, intoxicated by your presence. You sighed, a bitter smile on your face. You couldn’t even look at Felix.
“You know, you’re starting to sound just like Jisung…” You didn’t dare step closer. Felix’s expression fell. “Ah. you really think that?” His eyes flicked back to the angel ontop of him. “Everyone knows I’m worse than him,” a laugh bubbled up from his chest. “You never suspected it though, did you? Even when Jeongin warned you? Your Guardian angel?” His eyes switched back to meet yours, and you could no longer see the Felix you knew. Only a crazed animalistic look met your eyes.
“Seems like I did make the mistake of believing people— demons could actually be good. Maybe I should just kill them on sight. You mused, stepping closer. You seemed almost calm, stepping closer to the two again. You were still averting your gaze. He knew damn well that you could not kill him. You had struggled with Jisung, and he was downright horrid. And you had believed you loved Felix. Or perhaps a part of you still did, despite everything.
“You didn’t do that when you saw me for the first time,” Felix remarked. “What makes you think you’ll be able to do it now?” He tried to shove the angel off of him, this time, Jeongin had a bit of a hard time keeping him down. Yes, he was taller than Felix, but he was fairly light weight including his wings. You kept silent. He was right of course, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. You were in a dilemma. You needed to help Jeongin somehow. If you could at least injure Felix, maybe he’d relent. It was a foolish hope probably, but you clung to it. You just needed to raise the knife and– Felix’s soft, gentle face, him clinging to you, smiling at you flashed across your mind. You hesitated.
“That’s what I thought,” Felix grinned triumphanty before his body seeped through the floor. Of course. The thought hadn’t even crossed Jeongin’s mind, and he cursed silently as he pulled himself off from the ground. Jeongin looked at you before folding his wings in a huff.
“Not the time to say I told you so, but next time do stab him sooner.”
‘That’s what I’ve been thinking the whole time now. I should’ve stabbed him when I first met him.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry to have dragged you into this mess.” You sank onto your sofa, exhausted. “Don’t worry about it,” Jeongin sat in front of you on the floor. “He’s gone for now, why don’t we take a breather and try to demon proof the house? I figured you need a good among of sleep and I myself wouldn’t mind napping for a few uninterrupted hours.” You nodded, “That is a very good idea actually.” You reluctantly stood up again. You had everything that you needed to effectively ward off demons, naturally. Jeongin and yourself spent time spreading salt and other means of protection, taking care to include any windows and even vents too. When you were finished you plopped down in your bed exhaustedly, eyes already closing.
“I’ll be awake for a little longer okay?” Jeongin stopped by your door. “Get some rest now,” he shut your door just a bit, only allowing a small sliver of light into your room. His footsteps grew softer as he walked deeper into the house and away from your room.
“Thanks.” You mumbled to Jeongin, turning over on your bed and cuddling deeper into the blankets again. Even though you were tired, you needed a moment of calming your breathing to stop your thoughts from running all over the place. After a while, you finally fell asleep. You dreamt of Felix. The soft one, the happy one. The innocent image that probably never existed outside of your imagination. You didn’t even realize you were crying in your sleep. You awoke to dried tears staining your cheeks, wiping them off with the back of your hand. You sat in the darkness for a few minutes, as it wasn’t exactly time for morning. You questioned why your body had woken up and cursed to yourself for not getting more sleep. You decided to try and go back to sleep, only to be startled by the sudden shrill scream of Jeongin. You immediately snapped awake and scrambled out of the bed, grabbing your knife and opening my bedroom door. Worry coursed through you and you hurried, only to come across the most gruesome scene.
Felix, standing over a lifeless Jeongin. Your breath caught in your throat. Surely he couldn’t be dead. No. How did Felix get in? Did he ever even leave? Jeongin’s bare shoulder blades were mangled, his wings discarded on opposing sides of the room. Blood was splattered across the floor, walls and especially on Felix. You needed to end this now. Before Felix killed any more people. His eyes switched from the dead guardian up to you almost immediately he perked up.
“Miss me while I was gone?” He kicked Jeongin behind him, taking a step toward you. It was so brutal. You had to fight with every fiber of your being not to break down and cry, seeing Jeongin like this. Through a haze of tears, you glared at Felix. How could you have ever loved him?
“I’m never going to miss you again.” You hissed, raising your knife. The best time to have killed him was when you first met. The second best time was now. He needed to die. You lunged toward Felix. You needed to kill him. He shrugged, flicking his wrist and summoning forth his shadows. The long coils plucked up one of Jeongin’s now mutilated wings to thrust it in front of Felix, acting as a shield. “I think they’re much prettier red don’t you think?” He cocked his head to the side, though, you couldn’t see through the mess of matted and bloodied feathers in front of you. You stopped in your tracks. You were shaking, horrified of the sight of Jeongin’s lost bodypart.
“How could you have done something like this?” You asked, your voice weak. You tried to step around the wing, keeping your distance from it. First Minho, now Jeongin. You had cared for both of them so much, and he just killed them both. “You’re going to die!” You yelled, the fury overflowing. A pale flash of electricity jumped toward Felix. The bolt hit him straight in the abdomen, causing him to let out a yelp of pain as his body crashed to the floor. He groaned as his limbs curled inward, his body convulsing onto the ground. His shadows had completely dropped out of existance, leaving a clean opening. There was no time to hesitate, no time for surprise that you manifested that lightning. Instead, you took out your knife, swooping down over Felix. It was almost serene how the knife sank smoothly into his chest. He wasn’t dead yet, so instead you just stared at him. You knew the regret would wash over you any second now. His eyes shut tightly as he registered how much pain he was in, his hands flying to grip the blade. He winced as his fingers burned against the blessed blade in an attempt to pull it out from his chest.
“Of course. I forgot about that,” his eyes burned into yours. You couldn’t tell if it was of hatred or regret. You were shaking at this point, one hand still firmly pressing the handle of the blade down. Your mouth moved tonelessly at first. “I…” You tried to blink away the tears at first, there was no use crying about a murderer like this, but there was still a part of you that cared too much. “I’m sorry it had to end like this” You whispered. “You brought it upon yourself–”
“Did you ever love me?” his eyes settled on yours, and for a second you swore you could see the old Felix in his eyes. He gave up on trying to remove the knife from his chest, his arms dropping to rest beside him instead. His teeth were grit together as his blood bubbled from the wound, now seeping through his clothing and beginning to settle on the floor beneath him. “Was I just a hopeful fool this whole time?” That question broke you. You begin to sob, your hands shaking but gently coming to rest on Felix’s cheek.
“I did Felix. I actually did” The words were difficult to force out. “Did you?” Your voice was barely a whisper. Had it really been something akin to love that had driven him?
“I did.” He closed his eyes to rest them as a smile stretched across his bloodied face. “I do,” he corrected himself, his eyes fluttering back open to meet yours. His eyes no longer portrayed his natural red, bloodlust-filled irises. Rather, a softened warm brown. Almost as if he were somewhat human. You could only watch with wide eyes as the light in those soft brown eyes dimmed. Had you really done the right thing? Should you have let him live? But you owed it to Minho and Jeongin. There was just too much blood on your hands. Too much blood had been spilled in general. You gently touched your forehead to Felix’s one last time, his life slipping away. There was too much blood in this house. Maybe you should burn it all down and start anew somewhere else.
Hangyeom wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back toward him. His chest rises and falls, slow breaths fanning against the back of your neck. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, making himself comfortable against you.
Summary: You come from a family of demon hunters, born to carry out your parent’s legacy. When a simple mission escalates rapidly, how will you be able to this demon?
< In no ways do I condone this type of behavior!! This is purely meant to be a fictional representation of said person/character :) >
Word Count: 16.3k
Previously: You saw Felix standing over a body, head hung low, and gun in hand. He dropped the weapon before turning to face you. His eyes were blazing and smog was spilling down his shoulders and onto the ground. He didn’t seem to be hurt at all though, you couldn’t say the same for the other one— Minho. It was Minho.
You were frozen, the knife you were holding dropping due to your shock. “F-Felix? What? Why?” This couldn’t be. You were paralyzed, your brain unable to wrap around the scene. Had Felix really just killed Minho? Why? Why now? You just stared at him, fear in your eyes with tears threatening to spill. “He’s finally gone,” a crude smile cracked itself across Felix’s face, his pupils enlarging upon seeing you. He faced his chest toward you, blood staining the whole front side of his body all the way down to his shoes. “Aren’t you glad? Now he can’t interrupt us anymore.”
You were shaking. “B-but he-” you sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep your composure and voice stable. “He was leaving, you-” you swallowed. “You didn’t have to kill him, Felix.” You let out a sob, stumbling closer to Minho’s corpse, shaking your head. “Why did you have to do this?” Tears were running down your cheeks. You couldn’t handle looking at Felix covered in Minho's blood.
“He was a paranoid freak, couldn’t you see?” You felt the cold embrace of his smoke begin to spill down your shoulders. Like snakes slithering across your body until they constricted suddenly. “He wasn’t going to leave. Not until he found me. He lied,” Felix hummed in a low tone.
You cowered under his smoke, trying to make yourself small to instinctively get away from it. You were shaking. Would Minho really have done that? You shook your head. You couldn’t believe it. “How do you know that? You just.. you just killed him.” You couldn’t stop crying, one hand outstretched to carefully caress Minho’s face. He was still warm.
“He was greedy for vengeance, couldn’t you see that?” Felix leaned himself over you. “And funny thing! He even exclaimed to have some sort of crush on you before he died miserably,” Felix said in a joking manner. “How pitiful could he be,” His voice dropped. You stared at Felix with big eyes, flinching away from him.
“Don’t talk about Minho like that,” your voice was quiet, but there was anger in it. Your heart hurt at his comment. Minho really had a crush on you? He, the Lee Minho, whom you had crushed on for the majority of your high school time? But you guess it was all too late now. “Why are you so unnecessarily cruel Felix?”
“Because Minho didn’t deserve your love!” The weight of the smoke seemed to crash down onto your shoulders now. It was suffocating and thick, and Felix couldn’t have been any more angry than he was now. You carefully stepped back from Felix again, closer to where you dropped the knife.
“He was my friend, Felix! He’s saved my life more times than I can count. Do you even realize what you have done?” Your voice got louder, before dropping to a weak whisper again. “You know I cannot forgive you for this, right?”
A surge of anger washed over Felix, his eye slightly twitching before he exhaled softly. “Can we stop talking about Minho now? He’s irrelevant now, he’s dead.” You didn’t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you saw Felix’s form had begun splitting into two figures.
“He’s not irrelevant, Felix.” Your voice was still quiet, and you carefully stepped back more. You had almost reached the knife. You intently watched Felix, writing off the split as some kind of illusion or trick of the light. “You killed him.” Your voice was shaking. “And here I thought,” you swallowed. “Here I thought I really loved you,” you added, so quiet it was barely audible.
Felix responded with a disingenuous, lopsided grin. “I still don’t think you’re grasping the point, love.” You felt a pair of hands connect with your forearms, holding the one with the knife especially tight. You shrieked, twisting and struggling against the grip. Looking back you saw that the thing holding you was... another Felix? You were so baffled that you forgot to struggle for a moment, the knife clattering to the floor once again. You looked back and forth between the two Felixes. How was this possible? “F-Felix what are you doing? Let me go!”
“Will you ever forgive me?” Felix spoke almost in a mocking tone, repeating the statement you swore to previously. “Never make promises you can’t keep, love.” The Felix you were talking to ‘tsked’ and pointed a finger at you, walking in circles around you. You grit your teeth, trying to keep your gaze on the walking Felix, but the one restraining you held you in place, unable to move much.
“What is wrong with you Felix? After all that’s happened, what are you doing?” You felt like prey caught in a trap. “Was... was this what you had planned all along?” You really had been a fool to trust, to fall in love with a demon, hadn’t you?
“Oh, no. Not at all,” Felix scoffed. “I was just particularly hungry one day and happened to meet you,” In the blink of an eye he was in front of you, his finger curving down your jawline. “You were so— what’s the word,” he paused. “Intoxicating.” You tried to lean away from his touch, only to lean further against the other Felix. Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, huh? Or in this case rather, between the devil and the devil again. “You almost died, so either this was the most elaborate act I’ve ever seen a demon pull, or something went wrong.” You frowned at Felix, your heart was beating fast.
“Minho is what went wrong,” Felix proceeded. “I was doing so well, it wouldn’t have been like this, but he ruined this,” Felix spat, looking back at his discarded body. You were shaking, struggling and kicking even more now. “Don’t fucking talk about him like that, demon!” You spat, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You were angry and hurt. And on top of that, scared for your life. You had to get free somehow. Your stomach churned when you realized you would probably have to kill him then. Despite everything, a part of you still didn’t want to kill him. “Ah, so now we’re back to that name,” he laughed in a reminiscent manner, his expression falling. “I still love you though.”
Your laugh was humorless. “Oh, really? You do? Then what the Hell are you doing?!” You took a deep breath. You didn’t know there was so much anger in you. It almost seemed like the demon had completely misunderstood the concept of love. Or maybe he really was joking about this. “I’m getting rid of the competition!” He replied in an almost chipper tone. “You know, so the thought of leaving would never cross your mind,” he nodded to himself.
“Then I guess you should be aware that what you’re doing makes me want to leave so much more than I would’ve wanted to if you didn’t kill Minho.” You sighed. “Please, just let me go... I can’t love you if you don’t even show remorse like this. You’re just a self obsessed demon.” You glared at Felix bitterly. You were hurt and confused.
“Pah, self obsessed. That’s where you’re wrong darling,” his eyes fluttered to a shade of crimson, and his cold hand gently met the side of your face. “I’m obsessed with you,”
“It sure doesn’t feel like you care about me at all.” You glared at him again, leaning away from his hand. You tried struggling again. You needed to get out of his grip if you wanted any chance to get out of this. Though it did feel quite hopeless. If you were to escape you’d definitely need to work harder to demon proof your house.
“I don’t think you’re looking at the big picture here, love.” The shadow clone disappeared in a puff of smoke, and for a moment you thought you’d finally gotten a break. But you were wrong. The remaining smoke curled around your wrists like hungry vines and pulled you toward the ground.
You shrieked when you felt the shadowy vines pull you down, dropping to the floor. “Felix what are you doing?” You tried to struggle against the shadows, when you saw the knife you had dropped, lying close to you. If you managed to get it, maybe you would have a chance. You struggled harder, trying to reach for the knife even with the shadowy vines restraining your arms. Felix took notice of this, and waltzed over toward you, taking his leg back and kicking the knife away from you. “Trying to scar me again? I’m hurt,” he placed a hand to his chest, his eyes burning with amusement.
You cursed under your breath. “Just trying to get off the ground actually,” you retorted. You grit your teeth, looking up at Felix again. “What is it that you’re doing? Because if you’re trying to ‘prove you love me’ or whatever, you’re very far off the mark here.” You tugged hard on the shadow vines again. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you?” Felix scoffed. “Minho was an animal, you witnessed that first hand. I’m trying to keep those fiends away from you,”
“Protect me from what? My best friend who has saved my life countless times?” You glared up at Felix from the ground. Felix wasn’t completely wrong. Minho had tried to kill him after all... but it was still wrong. “Just let me go, please!”
“But you’re not seeing clearly,” Felix pointed to his unnaturally blazing red eyes. “I saved you, Minho was a savage. You’ll be safer with me, can’t you see that?”
“I think you’re the one being blinded.” You sighed, observing your position again. “Can we at least leave from here?” You asked. “I don’t wanna... look at Minho like this.” You also wanted out of this humiliating position. Hopefully where you can free yourself.
“Fine. But don’t underestimate me.” He gave a giddy laugh, “I am much more capable than you think I am,” The shadows slid off your body and recollected back into Felix’s skin.
You carefully got up, trying to not make any sudden movements. Felix led you inside again, casually blocking any exits. You just sank on your bed for a moment, needing to think. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, someone arrived at the front of your house, witnessinf Minho’s dead body.
Jisung was shocked. Minho, shot dead by a gun? What had happened? You almost jumped out of your skin looking at Felix when you heard your doorbell ring. “Don’t move.” Felix looked at you with a glint in his eyes. He sauntered toward the door, his hand resting on the handle for a second before pulling it open. There stood a very shocked and now completely scared out of his wits Jisung.
“What the fu—?” Jisung hurled himself away from the front porch immediately, his eyes glued to the demon in front of him. “Jisung?!” You couldn’t help calling out in surprise. You hadn’t seen him in ages, what was he doing here? You saw him standing some distance away from Felix, fear in his eyes but holding a bottle of holy water. For a moment you were paralyzed, not wanting to disobey Felix but then you realized how ridiculous that was, especially with his back turned to you. You stood up, hopefully to stop Felix from killing Jisung.
“What business do you have here, hunter?” Felix purred at Jisung, relishing in his panicked state. Felix swore he heard your voice from behind him, though, he didn’t exactly turn around. By the time you got close to the door you could already see shadows beginning to sprout up from the ground. You saw Jisung, still wide eyed, make eye contact with you for a split second before focusing on Felix again.
“Well, what do you think?” You were amazed that Jisungs voice wasn’t shaking. You didn’t have any weapons, but you still wanted to give Jisung an advantage before Felix could attack with his shadows. You jumped, your arms coming around to wrestle Felix down and hold him to the floor. You were physically weaker than him, so you just hoped that you could hold out until Jisung could do something.
Felix stumbled backward and felt himself losing his balance. “What the Hell—?” The shadows rising from the floor followed suit and wrapped around Felix’s arms to attempt to keep his balance. “I told you to stay put,” he hissed, trying to wretch himself out of your grasp. You struggled to hold on to him, digging your fingernails into his skin.
You shot a desperate look towards Jisung, urging him to do something since he was the one who was armed. He had to hurry. You could already feel Felix slipping out of your grasp. In a moment of pure fueled anger Felix lurched out from your arms, tumbling toward the entrance. Jisung didn’t wait to dump the whole bottle of holy water that he held in his hands. He held his breath, waiting for something to happen to this wretched demon.
That's when the unexpected hit. Felix had used his shadows like a barrier and blocked nearly half of the water from hitting him. How could he have done that? Why hadn’t he done that before? It wasn’t invincible, though, for the shadows had already begun to fade and grow weaker under the water’s effects. “Ah, don’t you think this is unfair love?” His red eyes met yours like a starving predator. You stumbled to the floor in shock, watching as Felix blocked quite a bit of the holy water. You slowly got up again, staring at Felix.
“I don’t think you’re really a judge of what’s fair and what isn’t.” You saw movement from behind Felix. Jisung was trying to do something. “After all you’re a murderer,” you tried to keep Felix’s attention on yourself.
“You’re still not understanding,” Felix scoffed, already beginning to regenerate the smog he had lost. “I’m doing this for—”
A pair of arms wrapped around Felix’s neck and yanked him backward. It was Jisung. Did Jisung know Felix could shift his body to smoke? You saw Jisung restraining Felix and knew it would probably not last long. You looked around and saw the holy knife Felix had kicked away from you earlier. You immediately ran to grab it. Maybe that would stop Felix. You were desperate, immediately running toward the two fighting boys. You raised your hand above your head and slammed the knife down, only to realize your mistake afterward. Felix had already dissipated into a thin sheet of fog. As you still felt the knife meet with skin you could only look down in horror as a now bloody Jisung sat in front of you.
Your eyes were wide with fear, blood trickling onto your hands. You let the knife go, seeing it buried deep inside Jisungs shoulder. There was a moment of silence, Jisungs eyes as wide as yours as he processed what had just happened.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, terrified of your own action. You were shaking, completely forgetting about Felix for a second. What have you done? Through all the chaos, Felix reappeared. His hand wrapped around the handle of the knife and pushed it further into Jisung.
“I’m the only one you need—!” Felix yelled in a pure moment of insanity, his eyes burning with hatred and a lust for violence as the knife slid deeper.
Your hands were still shaking. You were horrified. Thinking fast, you tried hugging Felix from behind to get his hands away from the knife. Jisung was still in complete shock, his face pale as he tried to defend himself. He had no idea what he had just stumbled into. The knife was plunged into Jisung still, and Felix shifted back to smog only to appear facing you now.
His hands captured both your wrists and you felt him beginning to press you to the ground, arms beside your head. Your heart was beating fast, and you knew it wasn’t just out of fear. You stared in Felix’s eyes, trying to struggle to get your wrists free and get away from under him. That’s when you got an idea to distract him, hoping Jisung would use the time to get to safety hopefully. You leaned up quickly and connected your lips to Felix’s in a shaky kiss. Felix was taken aback at your sudden action. He almost caught himself leaning into your touch if not for his realization. He pulled back only an inch, his eyes burning into yours.
“Hmm, first you call me Demon and now this?” His eyes crinkled into amused crescents and a crude smile wiped itself across his face. “What’s with the sudden change of heart?”
Jisung, meanwhile, was ever so slowly dragging his body further from the two of you. He hadn’t managed to take out the knife yet, as whenever he did try he’d end up wincing and only biting harshly onto his lip.
Your eyes flickered to Jisung for a second, watching him struggle. Hopefully he’d be able to get to a hospital or something to get the knife safely removed. You didn’t want him to bleed out and die. You met Felix’s gaze again.
“Well, I’m not the only one who’s moody here, hm?” You had to keep distracting Felix. Hopefully it will work.
“At least I have a good reason to. After all, I hate when mortals think they can interrupt me.” He spat, referring to Minho and Jisung. Jisung. His head whipped backward to see the poor writhing boy on the ground. “Maybe I should take care of him now, hmm?” You felt the all too familiar feeling of cold hands climbing your body from the ground. No. You had to stop Felix. As soon as he turned towards Jisung you clung to him, trying to hold tightly.
“Just leave him alone Felix!” You yelled, trying to tug him backwards. You couldn’t let Jisung die too. You were getting desperate. “Please, Felix. I’ll do anything you want, just let Jisung go, leave him alone, okay?” You couldn’t believe you were begging him like this.
“I don’t know,” he pondered, his eyes still glued to the injured boy. “I think he’ll tattle on me,” he tapped a finger to his chin. Jisung’s panicked eyes met him for a split second.
“Hmm, maybe I’ll just have to keep him.” Felix let out a small chuckle. “Felix, please!” You begged again. You were so concerned for Jisung. “Who is he supposed to tell, hm? Just leave him be, please! I… you can do anything, just please let Jisung go and don’t harm him, Felix please.” You were close to tears again. You couldn’t have another person die because of yourself, you couldn’t.
“I’m sure you hunters have your way of alerting each other.” Felix looked back behind him to you. “What do you think I should do?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I can’t have him telling the world, so simply letting him walk out isn’t an option.” While Felix looked back toward you, you could only see Jisung furiously shaking his head at you. It’s not worth it. He mouthed.
In your distress you weren't sure what Jisung meant. You just helplessly looked at Felix. “So what if other hunters are alerted? You’ve got your ways to get out of their grasp haven’t you? You’ve successfully evaded them for at least decades? Just.. just let him live. Please.” You begged. “Hmm. I suppose,” Felix shrugged, his gaze turning back toward Jisung’s cowering form. “How does that sound, hunter?” The word rolled off his tongue with a kick of poison behind it. Jisung frantically nodded his head, not daring to disagree in the state he was in currently. “Ah! Good. Then everything’s settled. Go.”
You quietly watched Jisung leave, relieved he was okay for now. “Thank you.” You mumbled to Felix when Jisung was gone. You were in quite the cuddly mood, and even had to remind yourself what had just happened so you wouldn’t habitually cuddle up beside Felix.
“Well! Now that those things are gone,” he turned back toward you in a slightly less menacing way than before. It gave you a quick flashback of what bold move he had previously done. “We’re finally alone for once,” he seemed to be relishing in the moment, for the predatory shadows were already seeping back into his skin. You were far less tense than you probably should have been, too relieved Jisung had been able to leave, and making a mental note to try and check up on him later.
“Thank you for letting him leave.” You whispered again. You looked at Felix, slowly stepping back again until you were standing in your living room. You were wary, waiting for his next move.
“I can’t promise the next person will leave as easily as he did. If there is a next person,” His eyes flashed, as if envisioning destroying the next person that dared contact you.
“I... really couldn’t think of anyone who would come here now.” You mumbled. It was true. You were probably alone for sure with Felix now. The thought scared me a little. Felix was incredibly unpredictable, you couldn’t read him at all.
“You never know, Jisung might rat me out.” His eyes dulled and turned cold at the mention of his name. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let him leave after all,” he mumbled under his breath before turning back to his chipper demeanor. “But that doesn’t matter anymore, I still have you.”
“Let’s... not talk about him anymore, okay?” You bit your lip, thinking. What now? If Felix really was still concerned about other hunters appearing, would he try to bring you somewhere else? Despite everything, you just wanted comfort and almost stepped forward to hug Felix, holding yourself back in the last moment.
Felix shrugged and combed his hand through his hair. “Well anyways,” he turned toward you. “You know, I underestimated you.” Felix began, lurking closer to you. “I exposed my true power, I haven’t had to do that in a couple years,” he nodded his head at his own words. “You’re quite fun to play with.” A playful glint entered his eyes. Something didn’t seem right.
You looked at Felix intently, trying to find an opening, a reason why it felt off. “Well I’m glad you think so,” you retorted. You tried to play calm, but you were also internally panicking. You were pretty much completely at a demon’s mercy right now. And the worst thing was, a part of you still wanted to hug and kiss him. A slight grin appeared on his face, he could practically feel your fear radiating off your body.
“What I’m trying to say,” he was now fairly close to you. “Is that you’re a pretty capable hunter, no?” His arm slung around your shoulders lazily. “So you’d be able to hold your own in Hell, right?” His smile grew into a more lopsided coy one. As if he’d been waiting to see your reaction.
Your mouth opened and closed silently. “Wh-what?” You were frozen in fear, looking at Felix with wide eyes. You didn’t even step away from him, you just looked at him, baffled, He was kidding, right? There was now way. You tried to calm down a bit. “S-so you would just...?” You couldn’t even form words, you were so overwhelmed with fear. What had you gotten yourself into?
“I can’t have us staying here after so many attacks now can I?” Felix scoffed. “And now that Jisung knows I’m here I’m sure he won’t just let that go.” He hummed. “It’ll be perfect. I even have a few friends that would be delighted to meet a hunter such as yourself,” his eyes flashed with a peculiar glint of amusement.
You raised my eyebrows. “Kiss of death, you say?” You shifted your weight, considering your options. “You’re probably not leaving me much say in the matter anyway, hm? Do your worst, sweetheart.” You looked at Felix. You sent a quick last text to Jisungs number, to not look for you and wish him well. You tried to mentally prepare myself as much as possible. You had no idea what to expect.
“As you wish,” Felix’s grin grew as one hand intertwined with yours while the other found its way to the small of your back. He pulled you closer to him, and it was almost as if time stopped and you could see him tilting his head slightly to the side, his eyes glittering that toxic lovey red they’ve always been. His lips met yours with an ice cold touch, and then eventually transformed into a burning sensation. It was almost as if you could feel your soul being drained right out from your chest.
Your breath hitched, and you tried to resist the urge to scream, to pull away. It just felt so wrong, and all your instincts urged you to go against it. But soon your body went limp in his hold, and it was a strange feeling of your soul being disconnected from it. And now you’d even go to Hell. Your fear welled up again. Was this the right choice? Would you ever be able to go back again? It almost seemed like an out of body experience as you saw Felix catch your now lifeless body, taking a longing stare at your face before lifting you— your body into his arms and carrying you to your room. After he laid you down softly onto your bed, he came back toward the room, his eyes flashing before settling on you.
“Ah, there you are.” He offered his hand out to you. “Are you ready?” You hesitantly took his hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” You took a deep breath, before an odd sensation enveloped me. Time to visit Hell. You held on tightly to Felix’s hand, scared of what might happen if you let go. When you finally stopped, you stumbled a bit, taking a look around. So this was Hell?
“Not what you expected?” Felix shot you a glance before looking back into his own world. It seemed as if the two of you stood at the entrance to a very large fortress of the sort. It had seven towers along its perimeter and the main room’s roof curved up into a tall dome at the center. “Shall we?” His eyes traveled to the looming doors and staircase that awaited the two of you.
You still kept your fingers intertwined with his. It seemed like the only thing grounding you, keeping you sane in this unknown world. “Well, let's go then.” It was an intimidating world, and you still didn’t know what to expect. When you stepped through the door, you wondered. Will we meet other demons? Almost seconds after the two of you entered the doors two demons materialized in front of you both. Felix exchanged almost an annoyed glance at the newcomers as they eyed you with predatory glances.
“Whos the friend Felix?” One of them hummed in a smooth tone. Their voice sounded like a lullaby which was very similar to Chan’s voice, though it was more compelling. You instinctively stepped behind Felix. You shuddered at the other's voice, recalling the whole mess with Chan. Hopefully that won't happen again. You hated yourself for being so incredibly helpless at the moment, wearily watching the two newcomers from behind Felix.
“Go away Hyungwon,” Felix summoned a long whip like structure out from the ground and yanked the demon away from you. The opposing demon wore a face of shock,
“I see the student is growing a bit cocky now, hmm?” Hyungwon laughed, his hands grabbing onto Felix’s shadow and instantly crushed it beneath his grasp. You watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Student? And you knew now that Felix was incredibly powerful, and yet the demon who stood before you negated him so easily. Your stomach lurched in fear. Wait, didn’t he say his name was Hyungwon? You ransacked your brain to try and remember why his name seemed so familiar. One of the seven deadly sins was called Hyungwon, but he couldn’t be that Hyungwon, right? Now the fear was evident in your face, and you looked at Felix questioningly. What was even going on?
Felix took a moment to take in a deep breath, covering the lower half of his face with his hand, mostly out of embarrassment. He coughed, “This is Hyungwon, more popularly known as the sin of Lust,” He emphasized a bit too strongly. He exhaled before quickly adding, “And one of my teachers.”
Hyungwon gave a firm nod of approval, looking at the unknown demon that stood beside him. “That’s Shownu,” Hyungwon hadn’t paid attention to Felix’s warning sign, for he already had his arm slung around your shoulders as he introduced you to the other. “Wrath,” Hyungwon continued, his eyes glinting at Felix before returning on Shownu. “We’ve both taught Felix for most of his life down here,” You flinched when Hyungwon’s arm landed on me, immediately trying to wriggle away from him. Two. Two of the seven deadly sins. And they had been Felix’s teachers. Lust and Wrath. Well now things made sense, you thought wryly. “I see,” you awkwardly said aloud. You looked at Felix for help. What had he even been thinking, dragging you down here? And more importantly, why had you agreed so easily?
“Ok I think they get it now,” Felix had already appeared behind you and Hyungwon, his hands already removing his arm from you. “Nice seeing both of you, really.” Felix added, though, you could tell there was no sentiment behind it.
“It’s been a while,” Shownu butt in, looming over Felix. “What’ve you been up to?” He leaned his head aside to meet your eyes. You could already feel what sort of presence he had in a room. It was terrifying.
“Oh, you know-” Felix nearly choked on his words. “Earthly things.” He started a bit on the weaker side.
“I heard Seungmin and Chan were eliminated,” Shownu exchanged a glance with you, then back to Felix. “Care to explain?” Meeting Shownus eyes was hard, he was a truly terrifying presence. You immediately looked away. You bit your lip at hearing them mention Seungmin and Chan, thinking back to what had happened. You opened your mouth as if to say something, but then thought better to not do it. You didn’t know how much they already knew, or how they would react. Trying to stay on the safe side, you reflexively reached for Felix’s hand as the only thing able to somewhat ground you in all this mess. You were so scared of everything.
“Well, you see—“ Felix shut his mouth. He didn’t want to blurt out something that could keep both of you here talking forever.
“Someone’s getting apprehensive,” Hyungwon hummed, folding his arms over his chest.
“A hunter got to them. You just so happened to be in the area where it happened so that's why I came back,” Felix’s inflection raised at the end of the sentence, almost as if asking a question.
“Mhm,” Shownu cocked an eyebrow at Felix but then shrugged. “Okay. I’ll see you around then.” With that Shownu slipped away into the darkness, leaving no trace of him behind.
“I’ll be watching, Felix.” Hyungwon clicked his tongue, following suit after Shownu, his laugh bounced around the room before slowly dampening.
You visibly relaxed when the two demons vanished. “Nice save,” you whispered to Felix. It wasn’t even a lie pretty much. It had been Minho after all who got to Seungmin. You looked at Felix again, slowly pulling back your hand that had still been intertwined with his. You were glad they hadn’t asked any questions about me. “So… what now?”
“We’re gonna try to get to my room before we get stopped by another pair of idiots.” Felix shook his head. “I swear those two never leave me alone,” he began walking toward a long hallway that was filled with doors of differing shapes, colors, and sizes.
You giggled a little at Felix’s words. “Sounds good.” It was almost easy to forget everyone here were insanely powerful demons, and not just meddling older brothers or something. You were mesmerized by the scenery. Hell was a lot prettier than you expected, and you trailed after Felix, having to stop yourself from stopping to look at things for too long. The two of you eventually came to stand in front of a pitch black door with small red patterns engraved into its material. It seemed fitting for Felix. Just as he was about to open his door his eyes darted toward his neighbors which had just swung open. “Shi—“
“Hello Felix,” A smiling purple haired boy greeted him, though, his smile was anything but welcoming. “What brings you back so soon?” You flinched, startled. Another one? But what were the chances this was another deadly sin? This was probably just a regular demon. You hoped. Felix’s reaction seemed to say otherwise. YOu nervously watched the purple haired demon. Why did the universe have to work against you, why couldn’t you just go and not be disturbed?
“I guess after what happened to Chan and Seungmin I wanted to take a break from the earthen world,” Felix shrugged, his hand twisting open the knob to his room.
“Whos your guest?” The purple haired boy blinked at you. He seemed harmless for now, but you already knew you can’t exactly judge demons by their looks. You blinked back at him, and then looked at Felix. He seemed to want to get away from the demon as fast as possible, so you kept quiet, simply getting ready to enter the room right behind Felix. The new demon seemed harmless, but in a way that creeped me out even more than Hyungwon and Shownu had. “Just a friend,” Felix had his door propped open now, revealing the rather dark interior.
“You know, after all this time you’d think you’d learn you can’t hide things from me,” The other demon laughed, leaning his shoulder on the wall beside him. “So what’s a human soul doing here?” At that moment you saw a shadow structure wrap around your waist and pull you into the room.
“It’s none of your business Changkyun,” You were somewhat relieved, apprehensively watching the interaction between the two demons, and then looking around in what you assumed was Felix’s room. It was pretty, but very dark, very gloomy. Hopefully the other demon, Changkyun, would leave and abstain from becoming aggressive. The fact that he knew you were human made you uneasy.
“I’m sure Shownu and Hyungwon won’t be too happy,” Changkyun grinned before walking away from Felix, slamming his neighboring door shut. “Have fun with your friend.”
Felix didn’t bother staying to listen. By the time he finished speaking Felix already had his door closed. Once he was inside the safety of his own living quarters he let out a long sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell anyone you were involved with Chan and Seungmin,” he warned. “I know you probably already figured it out by now, but just in case.”
You nodded, grimly. “I’m not going to tell them I know the actual killer either - neither you nor Minho.” You winced slightly at his name. “I’m just an innocent human who had nothing to do with any of that.” You let out a sigh of your own. You started wondering if anything had happened to your worldly body.
Meanwhile, a bit of time had passed in the real world, and Jisung, his worry winning over his fear, had returned to your house with a group of hunters. When Jisung stumbled into your house you could only imagine the look of horror on his face when he found your body left in a comatose state. He tried everything from splashing water onto you to trying to exorcise you. When nothing worked he eventually had to give up. Hours flew by and he did nothing but sit at the foot of your bed, a blank expression glued to his face. What happened to you? Why hadn’t he saved you earlier? How stupid of him.
While you were in Felix’s room together with him, suddenly weird sensations came over you for a short while. As if someone had splashed water on you, but there wasn’t anything. Was something happening with your body in the real world? You wondered, shifting a little. “So...” You trailed off, eyes settling on your hands that were balled into fists in your lap. You were still wary of the demons you had met here so far. Hopefully there wouldn’t be more of them. And hopefully you’d manage to keep the fact that you are, or were, a hunter a secret.
“Guess I have to find somewhere else to stay,” Felix threw up his hands. “Changkyun knew you were human. I never trusted any of the sins but the fact that he knew? Something’s off,” He knit his brows together, plopping himself down onto the ground. He looked so small and normal sitting there on the ground.
You sighed, sitting down next to Felix and leaning your head against him. You were still conflicted about being with Felix, but right now it was important. “Can’t we just go back to the real world? It can’t be any more dangerous than this. At least there we wouldn’t have to deal with several of the sins, right?” You had a really bad feeling about all of this. You almost felt as if Felix relaxed the minute you made contact with him, though, the mention of going back made him stiffen.
“I can’t go back now,” he mumbled. “They’ll follow me,” referring to his teachers, or maybe that Changkyun figure. “Jisung already came back to your house too,” Felix shrugged.
You sighed deeply. “This was a bad idea.” It felt like you were trapped. Felix’s room was nice, but with the other demons so close it felt like someone could barge in any second. And, knowing that something was currently happening in the real world, probably with Jisung, you were getting antsy. “Would it be possible to at least check what’s going on in the real world?” You asked Felix.
“I could,” Felix fidgeted. “But I couldn’t take you with me.” He turned his head to face you, ironically both of your faces were awfully close to each other now. “They can’t exactly tell when I leave Hell, but if they sense a human soul leaving? That won’t go down well.” He bit his lip. “I don’t want to leave you here alone.” You grimaced. “So., I’m pretty much trapped.” You sighed, fighting the blush that crept up your cheeks from being so close to Felix. “But please, can you at least check for a moment? I’m a little worried what’s going to happen, what if they do something to my body..?”
“If they do anything I’ll—“ Felix stopped. “Just know they’ll probably be dead. I won’t allow it.” He huffed, scrunching up his face in the thought of them ever laying a finger on you. “I’ll check quickly, but promise me you’ll stay here.”
You nodded. “I don’t have anywhere else to go anyway.” You were a little worried about Felix’s temper, but you needed to know what was going on in the real world. You were prepared to just sit down and breathe for a moment, but the second Felix was gone, an insuppressible amount of curiosity enveloped you. You had to know what was going on outside. Automatically, you got up, already half out the door before you even realized what you were doing. And then it was too late. Almost as if the air instantly chilled, Changkyun was standing right behind you in a second.
“Hmm, where’s your little guardian?” His voice was low, and held something behind it that was unsettling. Unlike Felix, his eyes were bursting with a vivid lilac glow. His face wore a rather blank expression, but you could tell he was suppressing a smile. Dread filled you. You opened your mouth, but didn’t know what to say. Instead you just avoided his gaze and tried to step back into Felix’s room. You had to play the role of a weak human, it was dangerous enough without them getting wind of you being a hunter. His eyes looked downright poisonous. Whoever this Changkyun was, he was more dangerous than he let on and you cursed yourself for your foolishness.
“Hey,” Instantaneously he had one hand on the door and the other capturing your wrist. “Is he really not here?” His eyes flicked into Felix’s room. “How stupid of him,” he pulled you out from the doorway and closed the door behind him. You struggled in his grip. “Let me go! What are you trying to do?” You had never wished for a vial of holy water so much before. What was he doing? Your thoughts flickered to Felix. Hopefully he was alright at least and didn’t run into any trouble at your house.
“Do you know something about Seungmin and Chan?” Changkyun tilted his head, his eyes staring into yours like knives. Clearly, he wasn’t going to give in and he surely wasn’t about to let you go now. He had you alone and he was betting that he wouldn’t get a chance like this again. You immediately avoided eye contact. You struggled to keep a calm facade. Fooling a demon was difficult, but it was the only option you had. “Chan and Seungmin? A hunter got to them, right? I don’t know more than that either.” You tried to lightly shrug, while still fighting against Changkyuns grip. “Could you let me go now, please?” You tried to mask your fear.
“You know, I don’t believe your whole act one bit.” Changkyun’s grip tightened. “You can’t fool a sin. Don’t be stupid.”
~
Meanwhile Felix had arrived back into the mortal world, immediately appearing into your room to find a battered Jisung. His face looked ghost white and completely blank, dried tears hung on his cheeks. He hadn’t noticed Felix enter the room. Typical, Felix thought. People letting their emotions get in the way. It wasn’t until Jisung felt a cold sensation running up his spine that he turned to meet Felix’s deadly gaze. “What— are you doing here?” Jisung choked in the sentence, his voice hoarse from crying and begging for you to come back. “Did you kill them?” Jisung’s expression fell, and for a moment nothing but utter hatred coursed through his veins.
~
“I... talked to him before, yes.” You were very careful about what you were saying, trying to not let anything slip that you had been involved in it. Or that it had been Felix who actually killed Chan. “He was shot. With a gun.” You were squirming. You already knew this questioning would end badly probably. You hoped that at least Felix was okay. And that he would return soon. You hated to be a ‘damsel in distress’, but right now you were almost praying for Felix to come back.
“I can practically feel your blood pressure rising,” his fingers pressed into your wrist. “What, are you scared?” He almost laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be this frightened when you hang around Felix. But that’s not the point here,” his grip someone relaxed on your arm. “No one is telling me what happened to Seungmin and Chan and I know you must know something. So don’t bother telling me these stupid lies.”
“It’s really very surprising that I’m getting nervous when a demon I don’t know won’t let me go.” You deadpanned. “I told you the truth. There was a guy, a hunter who killed them, and was later shot dead with a gun. Though, I can’t tell you who shot him.”
“Can’t or won’t, dear?” Changkyun released his grip on you, folding his arms in front of his chest. “You must have a connection. Felix doesn’t just bring anyone home, not that he ever did. So what’s with you? Why are you important? You seem like a regular human to me,”
“I didn’t see how he was killed, I can't tell you who fired the gun.” You paused. This was dangerous, very, very dangerous. “Why don’t you ask Felix when he’s back? I’m no mind reader after all. I don’t know why he felt the need to bring me here.” You shrugged. Damnit, where was Felix? You needed to get away from Changkyun before he realized you're a hunter. Changkyun’s face contorted into confusion. “How’d you know he died of a gun wound?” He paused, his brows knitting themselves together. “You wouldn’t have known unless you saw it happen, is that right?”
“I briefly saw his corpse.” You stressed, wincing at the memory. You took a step back from Changkyun. You needed to be careful, but maybe you’d be able to run from here to Felix’s door? You had to try it. You tried to subtly step back some more, gauging the distance. Suddenly you felt a gust of wind, and then the slam of the door. You began to turn and run only to realize that Felix’s door had been slammed shut. By what? You don’t know. It certainly wasn’t Changkyun because he hadn’t moved a muscle. And quite honesty, he wore the same amount of surprise on his face as you.
“You were still there on the scene, and I don’t think a demon would be so careless as to—!” Changkyun flinched and spun around, his hand flying to his shoulder. An invisible force? You flinched. What was going on now? Another demon? Was your life just stumbling from one demon to a more powerful one now? “I don’t know exactly what happened to Seungmin and Chan except that they were killed and a hunter mentioned he had killed them! I heard a gunshot and saw him bleeding, dead on the floor. What do you want from me?” You snapped. You stared wide eyed in the same direction as Changkyun, hoping to see something. And praying that whatever it was wouldn’t kill you.
“For the love of Hell,” Changkyun grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I know that you know more than you’re saying,” He growled in reply. “You’re coming with me,” the air seemed to grow heavier around the two of you, and it was almost as if Changkyun was the center of this phenomenon. His eyes were sparkling. Quite literally, it was as if electricity coarsed through him. You could feel the electricity in the air rising, your hair standing on end. You stepped away again and backed yourself against Felix’s door. You tried to put your hand on the knob to open it, only to be shocked. You really weren't in the mood to be electrocuted. “There’s nothing more to say!” You were so scared, getting desperate. Something was going on. Why was he so personally invested in this anyway?
He wore a somewhat angry expression but then soon had a stroke of realization, the electricity calming in the air. His shoulders relaxed and he shut his eyes tightly. “Look, Felix obviously isn’t coming back soon and you aren’t going to be able to defend yourself without him.” He raised an eyebrow. “So you either roam the hallway till he gets back or you could stay with me.” He paused. “I have a weird feeling about you.” You relaxed at the slightest bit. “I don’t trust you one bit. I’d rather just stay here and wait, thank you.”
“You do realize you’ll be much safer away from that psychotic excuse of a demon,” Changkyun could only roll his eyes. You shifted your weight a little again. What was taking Felix so long? He had just planned to take a look, right? “I guess I’ll just leave you here for Hyungwon to stumble upon,” Changkyun shrugged his shoulders.
~
“I didn’t hurt them! For the love of the devil—“ Felix ducked down as another bottle of holy water was thrown in blind anger by the sniffling boy. Felix was attempting to leave your house, but it was getting harder as Jisung refused to let him leave easily. Eventually Jisung ran out of bottles and just sunk to the floor with a defeated expression.
~
You narrowed your eyes at Changkyun, scoffing. “I’m definitely not going to follow you. You know you’ve done just as little to earn my trust as the others.” In an act of almost childish defiance you sank down to the floor in front of Felix’s door. Though, your stomach churned at the thought of encountering Hyungwon again. You assumed it couldn’t be worse than Changkyun attempting to get info out of you anyway. You just hoped Felix was alright. It really bugged you that you had no way of communicating with him now. Changkyun folded his arms over his chest. “Just remember, I offered.” He held up his hands, whipping open his door and sinking inside. Almost as if he had planned this, Hyungwon materialized right beside you, sitting cross legged with a lazy smile across his face. “Hey you.” You were too exasperated to really feel any fear in that moment. You sighed heavily, scooting away from Hyungwon. “Speak of a sin and he shall appear or what? Are you here to bother me too?” You wished you could tell Felix to hurry up right about now, or at least check up on him to see he’s still okay. You pushed that thought aside immediately. He was okay. He had to be.
~
“You really are pathetic,” Felix spat at Jisung, whose body was frozen on the floor. “You thought you could save them?” He scoffed. “You’ll never amount to anything.” With that said Felix almost had this sinking feeling in his chest. Was it you? Was something happening? He hadn’t even let Jisung respond as he was already heading back to you.
~
“Where’d your chaperone go?” Hyungwon leaned his head back against the wall, his hand toying with his own hair in a bored manner. You moved yourself a bit further away from Hyungwon again. You opened your mouth, but weren’t quite sure what to say. You didn’t want to say anything wrong. Instead you just looked at Hyungwon out of the corner of your eyes. Hopefully he’ll lose interest soon and go away. And hopefully Felix would be back soon too. You let out a small sigh. Were you actually missing him or was it just that you felt much safer with him here?
“You know,” Hyungwon closed the distance between the two of you. “If you’re bored,” He slung his arm behind your back. “We could go and have some fun.” You swore small flowers began to bloom off of Hyungwon’s skin. They looked delicate and fragile at first, but then you felt your senses drifting away. It was as if their scent was potent, and left you intoxicated wanting more. You wanted to shrug off his arm immediately, but the flowers made you pause. “I-” You stopped. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. You were too transfixed on the flowers, almost involuntarily leaning closer towards him. You wanted to smell them, it was divine. You didn’t even realize you were practically cuddled up into Hyungwon’s arm, completely defenseless like this. You could only think of how pretty those flowers were. The door slammed open beside you, snapping you a bit out from that trance you were captivated in. A smoldering Felix stepped out from his room, his eyes practically burning into Hyungwon.
“Hey,” Felix snapped his fingers, the flowers on Hyungwon’s skin instantly burning up and away. “What have you been up to, Hyungwon.” Felix looked more than pissed off at this point. You blinked, snapping out of that haze. You coughed, the smell of the flowers still lingering in your nose, but now it just seemed sickly sweet. You immediately got up and stepped away from Hyungwon, towards Felix. You were so relieved. You stumbled a bit, still affected from the flowers after effects. You reached out to grab Felix’s hand. He didn’t seem injured. Felix took your hand into his and led you inside to his room. “Don’t you have other people you can manipulate?” He rolled his eyes toward Hyungwon who continued to stay seated on the floor.
“I’m so proud of you,” Hyungwon blinked up at Felix, his lopsided smile never leaving his face. “You’re finally fighting for what you want.” His body simply vanished in a puff of blue smog, and left nothing behind but a small blue flower similar to those you witnessed earlier. You just stared at the flower, baffled, and then back at Felix. “What was that about?” You were confused. “Hyungwon can be, you know,” he waved his hand in the air. “Intense.” He finished.
“I’m really glad you’re back though.” You relaxed a bit, stepping closer to Felix so that your shoulders were touching. “Yeah I’m glad I’m back too,” he exhaled, shutting his eyes tightly. You weren't quite sure how to breach the subject, but you were curious what happened when Felix was at your house. “Jisung obviously wasn’t too welcoming when I arrived back.” You raised an eyebrow. “I see. Are you both alright though?” Although you were worried about Felix, you also didn’t want Jisung to be injured anymore because of you.
“Jisung is,” Felix paused. “He’s okay for now.” You were glad that Jisung wasn’t dead at the moment. Then a thought struck you. “Can you tell me more about the seven deadly sins? You seem surprisingly close to at least some of them.” You didn’t know why you were so curious. Knowing your enemy probably.
Felix flinched at the mention of the deadly sins. “O-oh yeah, them.” He tangled his fingers in his hair. “Well,” He took a breath. “Hyungwon and Shownu sort of raised me in a sense. They’ve been teachers to me ever since I manifested my power, if that makes sense?” “Changkyun and I have always been rivals of the sort. He, obviously, is considered more powerful because, well,” he shrugged. “He became a sin, I didn’t.” You listened attentively to Felix’s explanation. “Wait. So he became a sin? That’s something a demon can become? I always thought they’d just existed like that. Do you know how that happened?” You were kind of amazed. What kind of demon was Felix even to associate so closely with several sins? Despite the way Changkyun had talked about him, there was no way Felix was just a regular demon like this.
“It’s more of a challenge system?” Felix raised an eyebrow. “Well, moreso if your personality and ability suits one of the sins you’re more likely to become one. You see, Changkyun and I aren’t too far away in age yet he became a sin and I didn’t,” Felix shrugged. “If I wanted to, I could challenge to take their title, but no one does that. They’d have to be insane,” He shook his head. “That’s why the deadly sins have stayed the same— besides Changkyun.” You listened attentively. “I see. So, Changkyun was very ambitious about it then? Which sin is he again?” You couldn’t remember if he had mentioned it before.
“Changkyun is Envy, it makes sense to me. He’s always been the envious type.” You raised your eyebrows. “Huh, now that you’re saying it, I can see it. He also seems envious of you, which from an outside perspective, considering he became a sin and you didn’t, is a bit surprising.” You then hastily added, “not that I think he’s better than you in any way though. I still like you a lot better.” You smiled a little at Felix, leaning against him. “I’m flattered,” Felix averted his gaze in a futile attempt to hide his growing smile. You looked at Felix again thoughtfully.
“Also, even without being a sin, you seem to have quite a bit of influence, right?” You tried imagining Felix as one of the sins, but couldn’t. He looked too soft at that moment. A small smile appeared on his face. “I guess you could say I have some influence,” he shrugged modestly. “Changkyun’s always been a character even when we were young, it’s no surprise that he became a sin.” He paused. “Though I wouldn’t go as far as saying that he’s more powerful than some other demon.”
“I’m still surprised. I would have thought the title of the sins were either a permanent thing or inherited.”
“Inherited…?” Felix knit his brows together. “Nothing’s inherited in Hell darling, you have to work for it,” Felix shrugged. “You may not know, but a sin isn’t the only title in Hell.” You carefully looked at Felix, smiling at yourself. “It almost sounds like you’re hinting at you having another title?” It was all a lot to take in, but it felt good to learn about it.
“I might have a title of my own,” A coy smile wiped itself across Felix’s face. “Maybe I’ll leave that to you to find out,”
“Well excuse me for not being an expert on how things work in Hell.” You giggled a little. “And how do you propose I should find that out? Go around and ask random demons?” You laughed a little. “I mean, in my world most titles are generally inherited, it’s just a thing. Like, you’re a prince because your parents were royalty, stuff like that.” You shrugged. Talking about inheritance reminded me of how my parents were always very hesitant to talk about family, or ancestors. You could’ve swore he almost flinched at the word Prince.
“Yes go and befriend all the creepy demons in Hell just to find out my title,” He joked. “You sound like you’re talking from experience, do hunters have some sort of inheritance system?” Felix tilted his head toward you in a curious manner. You giggled at Felix. You had noticed his reaction to the word prince, but didn’t think much of it at that moment. “Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it? And to answer your question, while it is very common for children of hunters to become hunters themselves, it’s not like an inherited title or anything, it just happens very often. Minho's family for example, they’re from this very long line of hunters. I’m actually not sure about my family, my parents actually never talked about any ancestors”
“Ah I see. So you have an unknown history then?” He shook his head and messed with his hair. “I guess I assumed you and your family were close— I don’t know very much about your family still so I guess it was wrong of me.”
“Well, I guess the main reason my parents and I aren't that close is because all of us tend to be quite busy, and traveling around a lot.” You shrugged. “Sometimes I do wonder why my parents always deflected questions about ancestors and other things.” You looked at Felix again. “Back to more interesting things though. Can’t you just tell me your title? How else do you expect me to find out?” You tried to throw some puppy eyes at Felix.
“Mmmm, maybe I’ll tell you.” He booped your nose. “It’s kind of embarrassing,” his hand immediately flew to the back of his neck, averting his gaze. “It sounds high and mighty but I really don’t do much,” he shrugged while chuckling a bit. He was still dwelling on your words from before. He wondered what ancestry was behind your family, but he decided against prying anymore. You laughed when Felix booped your nose. You retaliated, relishing in the look on Felix’s face. He really was too cute sometimes.
“Well, I'd like to think I know you well enough to not be put off by intimidating titles, so please?” A part of you was now thinking about your family again. Had they been hiding something from you, or had it just been weird antics?
“Well, I guess you could say I’m sort of a prince here..?” Felix raised his eyebrows at his own statement. “It’s a long story about how I got the title but,” he shrugged. “Yeah I guess I’m considered royalty.” You raised your eyebrows.
“A prince, huh? That sounds fancy~” You said in a teasing tone. “Should I bow to you then, your highness?” You were surprised. You actually had heard of the title before. It was a very high ranking, from what you knew. “It’s just a silly title,” he brushed it off.
“How many princes are there?” You wondered out loud. “There’s three princes total,” he held up three fingers on his pale hand. You whistled slowly. “That’s not a lot then. Also it can’t be that much of an unimportant title when even I have heard of the concept of a prince of Hell, you know?” You leaned against Felix. “Trust me, it won't change anything between us though.” Suddenly, you remembered Jisung. “As long as you can promise me that you didn’t harm Jisung, right?”
“I swear I didn’t lay a hand on him,” Felix shook his head, hesitantly wrapping his arm around your back. “He was just, really upset and acting out I suppose,” Felix looked down, the mental image replaying of Jisung throwing gallons of holy water toward him. He wondered how he didn’t harm himself in the process. You cuddled a bit closer to Felix. “Well, I mean as long as nothing happened. I don’t want another innocent human caught up in this whole mess.” You sighed. Your heart hurt when you remembered Minho again. So many had died already, it seemed almost like a curse.
“Yeah, human.” The words barely fell off of his lips as he clenched the other hand beside him. “Don’t think about it too much,” He placed both hands on your shoulders. You blinked in surprise at Felix’s reaction. It almost sounded like he was implying Jisung wasn’t actually a human. But at least everything seemed safe for just a moment. You leaned closer to Felix again, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. Before Felix could even kiss back a huge bang followed by the creaking of the door caused him to pull away. His door had literally been blasted off the hinges, and there stood a very disheveled and very angry Jisung.
“The fuck are you doing to them?” Within a split second you felt a gust of wind and then suddenly witnessed Jisung standing on top of Felix. You were baffled. How in the world did Jisung manage to come here? Humans couldn’t just enter Hell alone, right? Was he really not human then? You snapped out of your thoughts, shouting at Jisung to let Felix go.
“Jisung what are you doing?” You tried tugging at his arm to get him off Felix. Jisung’s hands were already grappling toward Felix’s throat, getting awfully close to completely closing his airway.
“Jisung—“ Felix managed to choke out. “You didn’t tell them did you?” A sinister looking smile painted itself onto Felix’s lips despite being choked on the floor. At that moment Jisung instantly reeled back, realizing how he’d exposed himself. You just stared at the two boys in disbelief. “Care to tell me what in the world is going on now?” There was something akin to betrayal in your eyes when you looked at Jisung. “A-are you trying to tell me Minhos best friend was a demon all along?” You just didn’t understand the situation at all.
“I—“ Jisung’s shoulders slumped down, while Felix could only snicker from the background.
“Go on, tell them.” He taunted. Jisung could only look back toward Felix with a burning hatred and yet pure panic at the same time. “Tell them what you are,” It was one of those moment’s when Felix’s true ferocity jumped out, his voice deepened and his eyes burned the all too familiar red color. Felix knew? A part of you wanted to comfort Jisung, he looked vulnerable in that moment, but you were rooted to your spot. Seeing Felix look almost bloodthirsty again made fear well up in you too. You still weren't quite sure what was going on. When Jisung didn’t do anything Felix took the matter into his own hands.
“Jisung isn’t any old demon here.” Felix stood up and brushed the dirt from his clothing. “He’s a prince. Like me,” he shot Jisung a snide smile. This situation was getting weirder and weirder.
“Wait. So. There are two out of the three princes of Hell in this room right now?” Your voice turned just a little hysterical. You looked between the two demons. “But... Jisung, why? What were you doing with Minho?” Your voice was softer, concerned bleeding through again. Jisung could only look up at you with absolute dread.
“I— Minho,” His voice seemed to betray him, for he could only look between the both of you in pure shock. “Minho and I, we sort of made a deal a long while back,” Jisung hesitantly met Felix’s gaze, which he immediately regretted afterward. “To eliminate Felix.”
Felix laughed dryly.“If only the third was here,” Felix chuckled. “I’m not sure I'd be so keen to meet the third one too.” You responded to Felix, before considering Jisungs words. Felix has killed Minhos' parents, and he had been desperate for revenge. But you certainly hadn’t expected a deal like this. You bit your lip, looking first at Jisung, then at Felix again. You wanted so desperately to say something to them, something to defuse this situation, but words were failing you. “H-how long?” You then asked Jisung. Jisung inhaled sharply before quickly adding,
“Around the time when Minho’s parents were killed by him,” Jisung glared up toward Felix, the two of them holding a dangerous gaze.
“You know why I killed them,” Felix shot back at Jisung. “You lied to Minho and his parent’s you disgusting excuse of a demon,'' you could tell Felix was reaching his breaking point. “They would’ve gone after you too if they knew.” You nervously wrung your hands. The argument between the two of them was escalating and you weren’t sure how to stop it. Both of them had a valid point, but this argument couldn’t go on. They seemed seconds away from being at each other’s throats again. For a fraction of a second you considered trying to call over one of the sins to stop this, but that probably would make it worse. You gently took Felix’s hand, hoping to calm him down a little. His shoulders lost the tension he was holding in for so long but he still had that unknown intensity gleaming in his eyes.
“Lucky for me they didn’t hmm?” Those very few words that slipped out of Jisung’s mouth was it for Felix. In that very moment a whole wave of shadows erupted from the ground. Like A giant hand the fingers caved onto Jisung until he was seemingly drowning in the dark substance. You gasped. Still holding onto Felix’s hand, you tried to tug him back, even though he himself hadn’t moved.
“Stop it, please! Felix! Both of you!” You didn’t care that you were yelling in that moment. “Can you refrain from being at each other’s throats here for a moment please?” Felix, almost instantly, whisked the shadows away to reveal a disheveled Jisung lying on the ground. “Why are you even here, Jisung?” You sighed.
“I’m here to kill him because I thought you were dead.” He spat toward Felix, wincing as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. “That was until I realized your soul was missing.”
You looked at Jisung in disbelief, wincing. “Well, as you can see I’m okay now. Why are you so invested in me suddenly?” You were thankful Felix let him go. You were still grabbing his hand, almost as if you were using it to ground yourself.
“You still can’t see he’s dangerous?” Jisung threw up his hands. “This is what everyone’s been trying to tell you,” He thread his fingers through his hair in annoyance. “He’s manipulating you,” Jisung faced his gaze head on.
You blinked. “Well- I-” You paused. “Of course he’s dangerous, I know that. But so are you, so what makes you think you can tell anything about us.” There was no way Felix was manipulating you. Right? You felt yourself getting unusually defensive.
“Are you even listening to yourself?” Jisung slammed his fist into the floor. “I made a deal with Minho, do you realize that means I’ve known you since his parents died?” Jisung’s eyes pierced through yours. “I know you.”
“You don't! You’re just a liar who hid his true self for years. This is all just a lie too, isn’t it? You probably didn’t even care for Minho either, you’re the one who’s just using people!” You didn’t know where that outbreak came from. Usually you would never stoop this low, but Jisung’s words were just bothering you so much. “You don’t understand!” Jisung yelled back. “Just calm down and listen to me—,” He hadn’t realized it but Felix had used a shadow to snatch his hunting knife off from it’s holster.
The dark substance slithered over toward you and raised up the precious weapon. Felix didn’t shift his gaze, rather, it was still pinning Jisung to the floor like a dead insect. “You were the one who came in here and immediately attacked!” You yelled. “Why should I suddenly listen to you now?” You huffed. You were angrier than you thought you would be. You opened your mouth to say something, when you saw the shadow. The knife in its grasp made you pause your motions for a second.
“You’re not seeing straight,” Jisung held his arms out, his voice now pleading with you. His eyes drifted toward the knife and a sudden pang of fear coursed through his veins. “Please just—“ Jisung inhaled. An unexpected wave rolled of anger over you. Maybe an irrational part of you was blaming Jisung for Minho's death, but for a moment you felt nothing but hate. Your left hand clasped around the conveniently close knife.
“You’re nothing but a liar! You deserve to die!” Blinded by irrational fury, you raised the knife, approaching Jisung. Almost as if Felix had planned this, a toxic smile spread across his face as he gave a small wave toward Jisung. Jisung, on the other hand, was now scrambling backward toward the entrance. “Please just listen—!” A tall shadow fell across Jisung and stood in the blasted doorway.
“I didn’t expect that two princes could be so noisy,” Changkyun remarked, his eyes falling upon the scene. It was only the sudden appearance of Changkyun that made you halt in your tracks. With horror you looked at the knife in your hands. Had you really almost stabbed Jisung again? You lowered the knife, taking a step back again while warily looking at Changkyun. The situation just got even more dangerous probably.
“I’d like to have a word with Jisung,” Changkyun gave a forced smile as he yanked up Jisung by his shirt.“I hope he didn’t bother you too much. We’ll talk later, yeah?” with that the two disappeared through the doorway, leaving you alone with Felix.
You turned to Felix, your eyes still wide with horror, the knife clattering onto the floor. “What was that? W-why did I feel like I wasn't myself? Why did I attack Jisung?” Your voice was shaky. You just couldn’t believe it. You had just overreacted, right? You hadn’t been influenced by anything. And now Changkyun knew Jisung too?
“Jisung is a liar,” Felix blatantly stated. “Don’t even trust for one second any word that left his mouth. He’s just jealous I became a prince before him. And whatever his deal was with Minho was just to plan my demise,” He rolled his eyes which had returned back to their natural color, his shadows slinking back into his body.
You gradually relaxed. “He really did seem very aggressive.” You agreed with Felix, conveniently ignoring your memories of Jisung begging and pleading. You stepped closer to Felix again, leaning against him. He felt like a little bit of comfort, the only anchor, the only person you could trust down here. His aggression, and his murders, all but forgotten in your mind.
“Now that you know Jisung’s a prince I doubt he and his mentors will ever leave you alone now,” Felix sighed, his arm pulling you closer to his body. “But don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you.” You blinked, relaxing into Felix’s hold.
“He’s got mentors too? Who are they?” You asked. You smiled at Felix. “Thank you for being there for me.” You were happy in that moment, until your gaze fell onto Felix’s arm again, and with the fading injuries came memories of what he had done. Your smile soured a bit. Were you really easily trusting a demon? But what other chance did you have? You were conflicted.
“Changkyun and Jooheon,” Felix rolled his eyes, his gaze lingering on the thin wall that separated him and Changkyun. “They both explain a lot about Jisung’s personality, being quite honest.” He shrugged a bit.
“Hm.” You hummed, stepping a little away from Felix again, doubts still racing through your head. You needed to get back somehow. But you couldn’t trust Jisung either, right?
“We haven’t met ‘Jooheon’ yet, right? Which sin is he?” You watched Felix carefully. You wanted so bad to just trust him, but something held you back.
“Greed.” Felix stated blatantly. “Greed and Envy for mentors,” he tapped a finger to his chin. “Can you see why Jisung is the way he is now?” Felix threw his hands up. He noticed you putting distance away from him and almost frowned.
“Yes…” You were stuck in a dilemma. All you had seen from Jisung now made him seem untrustworthy, but Felix had snapped and even killed people close to you before. You bit your lip. “Isn’t there any way to go back to my world now?” You winced at how sad you sounded. But you just wanted away from everything right now. Preferably away from Felix and all the other demons in general.
“I suppose but I can’t promise you they won’t follow, now that Jisung knows where you live and all.” Felix waved his hand in the air. “The sins also tend to have a more powerful influence when they’re present in your world, if that makes sense.” He started. “Being that humans are much easier to manipulate than another demon.”
You sighed. “I guess that’s a risk I’ll have to take. It’s not like we’re that much safer here anyway. So how do we get back?” You looked at Felix again, impatiently fidgeting. The sooner you were gone from here, the better. The broken door was creeping you out even more. It was so open here.
“I’ll have to leave your soul here,” he poked you. “So that means you’ll be here alone for a little again,” he frowned. “But it won’t take too long to plop your soul back into your body,” he swung his arm around into a thumbs up. “I could go now if you want.”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes please!” The sooner, the better. You smiled brightly at Felix. You’d finally be able to get away from here again. Finally. You couldn’t wait. “I’ll just wait here for you then, bye!” You said maybe a little too chipper, waving at Felix. If you could have physically pushed him to where he should go you probably would have.
“You seem awfully excited,” He shot you a smirk before disappearing off into the unknown. The door was still wide open— busted open, it’s remains scattered across the floor. It was a little unnerving at first, knowing anything could come in at any given time. Felix said he’d be back soon though. You plopped down on the floor with a sigh. Hopefully this time he really would be back soon and none of the other demons would come to bother in the meantime. You started humming a simple melody while waiting for Felix, just looking around his room and eagerly waiting for his return. You could’ve swore you heard footsteps erupting down the hallway as soon as he had left for a few seconds. At the same time you felt your mind growing hazy, like a film had been placed over your eyes and you couldn’t see or think straight. Just as the outline of Jisung appeared in the doorway you were already gone.
Jisumg cursed himself and slammed his fist into the doorway. He wouldn’t let you leave with Felix so easily. You felt yourself coming to your senses once more, the tips of your fingers tingling and… lips? Your eyes fluttered open just to see Felix gently pulling away from you. You took a deep breath, looking around. You were back in your bed. Wiggling your fingers and slowly regaining feeling in them, you beamed at Felix.
“Thank you,” You croaked. You guessed that’s what happens when your body lies unused for a while. You tried to sit up, only to struggle. You still hadn’t completely regained control, and your limbs felt a little like lead.
“Here,” Felix placed one arm behind you and the other grasped onto your forearm, pulling you up into a comfortable sitting position. “Must feel weird being back, hmm?” He chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, kinda.”You laughed. You were so glad to be back here, back in your own body. You stretched your legs, your feet, your arms, slowly regaining feeling and movement. “It feels good to be back.” You looked at Felix. As euphoric as you were about being back, you were more conflicted than ever. You wanted him to stay, but also you needed to get away from him. Felix’s head whipped up and away from you, his eyes glued toward the entrance of your house. “Someone’s here,” he clenched a fist at his side, shadows already gathering at his feet.
You stood up immediately, only to stumble a little as dizziness set in. “W-what? Who could that be? The others aren’t here yet, right?” You looked at Felix with worry in your eyes. Keeping behind him, but also close enough to potentially holding him back, you followed him towards the entrance. Your front door was wide open, and there sat an almost too familiar shape that you must’ve seen hundreds of times. In disbelief you took a few steps forward, and there sat none other than Minho. “Ah, welcome back home.” He smiled up at you. You could feel tears gathering in your eyes. You blinked a few times before reality set in. Still a little clumsy, you stormed forward, throwing your arms around Minho.
“I-is this really you? Are you really back?” You looked at Minho through teary eyes, hugging him close. He felt just like the Minho you knew. He smelled like him too. “How?” You couldn’t believe it. You were just so happy at that moment, you didn’t even want to think this might be fake. Felix was practically burning with hatred and utter anger. His fingers twitched at his sides and his vision turned into a tunnel where he could only see Minho. How was he alive? He killed him?
Minho hugged you back equally as tight, snuggling his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “It was all thanks to Jisung, actually.” You pulled back slightly to look at Minho. “J-Jisung? He revived you? Really?” And then, more to yourself, you added “I didn’t know a prince of Hell could do that.” You hugged Minho close again. You didn’t want to lose him again. Having Minho here made your fear of Felix grow again. He killed him. He killed your best friend. Given, said friend had tried to kill him before, but still. You sobbed into Minho's shoulder, forgetting Felix was even standing there. Minho went straight back into your embrace, holding you tightly against him. He missed this. A lot.
Felix was absolutely boiling at this point. Jisung resurrected Minho? Someone who should be dead? Someone he himself killed? This practically went against most if not all the rules of Hell. You can’t simply just revive someone at random, if anyone. That wasn’t even the beginning of his anger. After all the two of you had been through together you, in a heartbeat, still chose Minho over himself. And that, he could not restrain himself for.
You just relished in the feeling of holding your best friend collide again, your hand ruffling his hair. It almost felt like time was standing still, but it didn’t. You could almost feel the deadly aura rising behind me. Risking a look behind you, arms still wrapped around Minho, you froze. Felix radiated absolute fury. This was the angriest you had ever seen him, and you had seen him quite angry before.
Felix opened his mouth to speak, but behind him you saw Jisung had appeared with a large bucket in hand. Almost instantly Felix had whipped around only to be drenched in what looked to be gallons of water. You were taken aback by Jisung’s appearance, your hands letting go of Minho, to stare at the scene with eyes and mouth wide open. “Wh-what are you doing?” You spoke in complete confusion. A spark of worry flashed through you. Had that been holy water, or another liquid? Despite everything, you still worried about Felix.
“Fuck—” Felix lunged out and away from Jisung, his body skidding across the floor in the process. His hands balled themselves into fists and his legs curled into his body, small blisters already dotting his exposed skin.
You couldn’t imagine what was happening to him now, let alone the holy water that would soon reach the rest of his body. Jisung threw the bucket aside, his hands red and mangled probably from handling the water himself. You couldn’t see him suffer like this. Acting fast, you ran over to him, getting him away from the puddle of holy water, and then ripping off his shirt that had been drenched with holy water. You could see his whole back was blistering and averted your eyes. You should get him another shirt. Only then your brain even caught up with your actions and you stood still for a second, unsure what to do. Between two demons and your best friend.
“Are you really going to try and save him?” Jisung exclaimed. “After all he’s done to you?” His hand flew into his hair out of stress. “Look at yourself!” He ripped your hands away from Felix. “You’re helping the enemy. I just did all of Hell a favor.”
You stood still, shaking. He wasn’t really wrong, but you still couldn’t leave him like this. You were paralyzed, caught between two equal strong forces. The urge to flee became bigger and bigger. What was with this whole mess? Your heart felt like it was slowly bursting, and you were struggling to breathe. So many options, and every single one seemed both wrong and right at the same time.
Minho eventually joined by your side, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Can’t you just forget all this?” He squeezed your shoulders. “And stay with me? He doesn’t matter anymore. He only tried to hurt you.” Minho's voice and touch broke me out of your stupor. “I-” You took a shuddering breath. It was too tempting. Life with Minho had been so much simpler, and you were longing for that feeling to come back. You sank to the floor. “I... maybe you’re right.. I.. I really miss you Minho.” You felt tears running down your cheeks.
“Just say you’ll stay with me,” Minho’s voice was like a lullaby to your storming emotions. He welcomed you in. He felt safe. Felix could barely function at this point, his body stiff on the floor and his hands crunching his arms in a lame attempt to endure the pain. His teeth were grit together and he could only look up at you with an unreadable expression.
Looking at Felix, you felt your heart break. “B-but Felix doesn’t have to die, right? We don’t have to make him suffer.” You took a deep breath. “I can take care of him, and then…” Your voice stopped for a moment. “Maybe, we can stay together then? Away from here?” Your voice was soft, hopeful, and you stepped closer to Felix, looking at what you could do to help him.
“You really don’t think after all of this he deserves to be left here?” Jisung looked down at Felix, his eyes raging. “He didn’t just hurt you, he hurt a lot of people. He’s more than dangerous,” Jisung reasoned, his eyes looking into yours with nothing but innocence. “I don’t want to see you get hurt again. There’s no telling what he’ll do if he recovers.”
“Please,” You begged Jisung. That’s when you hesitated. Wait. Why Jisung? This was something between You and Minho. “Look. I mean I'm thankful you brought Minho back, but,” you bit your lip. “Just leave him be, okay?” You gently brushed some strands of hair away from Felix’s face. He was a murderer, but you couldn’t handle him dying either.
Jisung sighed before meeting your eyes. “If that’s what you want,” he shrugged. “Just know he’ll probably never forgive you,” Jisung paused. “Or will he?” Jisung gave a small kick to Felix’s arm. You nervously looked at Felix. “He should still live though.” You stepped between Felix and Jisung, looking from Jisung to Minho and back. You weren’t sure what to do now. You looked back at Felix.
“Can.. can you hear me?” You quietly asked. Hopefully he’d be able to get over all of this damage somehow. His hand was still tightly clenched beside his head and his body had been in the same position since he’d fallen. You could see him, in a weak attempt, try and lift his head, only to hear a weak groaning sound in reply. “He’ll die sooner or later, might as well grant it quickly,” Jisung stepped away from Felix, kicking the holy water off of his shoes.
“No, please!” You begged. There had to be a way to save him. You knelt beside Felix again, running your hand gently through his hair. Wasn’t there something you could do? You felt tears slowly forming in your eyes. He couldn’t die like this. “Are you really going to waste time trying to save him when you have Minho?” Jisung gestured over to your friend. “He’s alive, right here. For you,” Jisung looked you in the eyes. “Unless you’re choosing Felix over him,” You hesitated.
“But I don’t want Felix to die! please! Can’t there be both?” You were full on sobbing now, on your knees next to Felix. “I want to save Felix, and then I’ll go with Minho. Please?” Couldn't Jisung do something? You were crying, and your thoughts were all jumbled. You didn’t really know what you wanted anymore.
Minho gently knelt down behind you and wrapped his arms around the frame of your shoulders. “We’ll figure things out okay? Everything will go back to the way it was.” His voice seemed fluffier than it usually was, almost as if he had wrapped you up in his words. Jisung threw his hands up and walked away from Felix. “If you want to save him go ahead, but I’m not touching that excuse of a prince.” You leaned into Minho's touch.
“Thank you. I really hope so.” Your head rested on Minho's shoulder, almost as if out of habit. You got lost in the feeling for a moment, closing your eyes and relishing in Minho's comforting presence. So comforting indeed, that you caught yourself almost falling asleep.
“I’ll never forgive him for what he’s done, but if you want help I’m right here, okay?” He planted a small kiss to your temple. “He can't die,” you mumbled. You were feeling weak. So weak. Normally Minho's kiss would have startled you, but now you barely registered it. You felt so tired. You reached a hand out toward Felix, running through his hair again even as you felt your eyes drooping.
“I’m sure he won’t,” Minho continued. “But maybe you should get some rest before helping him. It feels awfully weird to be back now, right?” He slowly stood up, bringing you up with him in his arms. You hummed in response, and seconds later you were already asleep. Held by Minho, you were dreaming. You were dreaming that you drowned. You dreamt of Felix’s face, and falling off a cliff. Falling off a cliff into a river. Drowning. You fidgeted in your sleep, face turning into a grimace. It was only quite a bit later that you opened your eyes again. Minho was right beside you the minute you woke up. “Are you okay?” His voice was hushed and his arm gently rubbed yours. “It seems as if you were having a nightmare.”
“I… yeah. But I’m okay. How is Felix?” You immediately sat up, looking for the demon. You were still blinking the sleep out of your eyes. The dream had felt weird, but you guessed that had just been your exhaustion talking. “Take it easy, you just woke up.” Minho hummed, ruffling his hair with his hand. “Jisung put him on the couch or something, I can’t exactly recall.” Minho stretched out his shoulder. You felt a little dizzy, but got up looking for the couch. There he was, skin still blistering from the holy water, but he seemed a little better now. You knelt next to him, watching how his chest rose and fell.
“Felix?” Your voice was quiet. His eyes opened instantaneously, the blood red color of his iris’ had never been so bright. He winced a bit, his finger’s attempting to wiggle only for him to bite his lip out of pain. Minho lazily followed you in, leaning his shoulder against the wall. A careful smile blossomed on your face.
“Hey, how are you feeling?’ You asked gently. You reached for his hair again, since it was one of the few parts of his body that wasn’t injured. You looked back at Minho, smiling at him. You were happy Felix was awake. Minho smiled back at you but the minute you turned back his face dropped into a frown. As much as he loved how caring you were he wished it wasn’t for him out of all people— demons.
“Feeling,” Felix paused, licking his dried lips. “Feeling pretty dead currently,” his eyes trailed back to yours and he wore a small smile despite his pain. Your smile turned a little painful. You gently touched Felix’s cheeks again. “But you’re gonna pull through, yeah? Promise me?” You averted your gaze from Felix’s eyes. “I guess Minho and I will leave soon then…” You trailed off. You weren't sure how Felix would take it. But you had promised Minho.
“I don’t really have much to live for anymore,” his gaze shifted to the ceiling and stayed there, his iris’ finally dulling down to their plain brown. “You have fun.” Tears welled up in your eyes at that. “Felix! That.. can’t be. There has to be something!” You grabbed his hand. You tried to say more, but the words just didn’t come to you. Instead you started sobbing, tears running down your cheeks. He grasped your hand in his, wearing a somewhat sullen smile. “Don’t worry about it, I am just a lowly demon after all right?” He blinked up at you. “Go with Minho,” his eyes rested on yours. Minho had already been right at your side when the first tear slipped out from your eyes.
You were shaking. You cared for both of them. After all Felix had done, you still couldn’t let go of him. But you also cared so much for Minho. But thinking back at all the danger, you knew you couldn’t live with Felix like this. You missed the times with Minho. “We’ll see each other again some day, right?” Tears still running, you pressed a gentle kiss onto Felix’s cheek before getting up.
“I’ll still be here,” he spoke in a dull tone. “Rotting my life away thanks to you,” His eyes darted on Minho. “What will you tell them,” he paused. “You know, when they find out?” Felix’s eyes swirled in mischief. Minho ignored his comments, instead, beginning to pull away from him. “What are you talking about?” Minho hissed.
“I’m so sorry Felix. I’m so, so sorry” You broke down in tears again, barely registering that Felix spoke to Minho. You reluctantly followed Minho. Did he have a hotel nearby? Or where would we go? Your heart was hurting so much, you couldn’t believe you were leaving Felix behind. More importantly, you couldn’t believe that you cared so much for a demon.
Minho frowned as he led the two of you out of the house. “Don’t cry, please?” He pulled his sleeve down and wiped away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. “We’ve just been reunited and as selfish as this seems,” he paused. “I just sort of wanted to be with you again.” You drew a shuddering breath, sadly smiling at Minho again. “I’m so thankful to see you again too. I really missed you.” You leaned against Minho while you were walking. Maybe now things would finally get better. That’s when you realized. “Wait. Where did Jisung even go?”
“Hes—” Minho choked. “Right here,” Jisung stepped out from seemingly thin air, his hand fidgeting with his hair. Minho met Jisung’s gaze but he seemed to be staring right through him. A few seconds passed and Jisung reached out toward Minho. The exact moment Jisung’s fingertips met Minho’s forehead, he suddenly dissolved into a puff of white smoke, whisked away by the breeze and into the sky. You stared at the empty space where Minho had been standing just seconds before. “W-what?” You looked at Jisung, before staring at the empty spot in disbelief again. Where did he go? He had been right there. Right? He had to have been real. You were in disbelief. “What did you do with him?”
“Oh did you want him back,” Jisung snapped his fingers and Minho appeared again. This ‘new’ Minho looked at Jisung and then back to you frantically. “W-where is this?” Minho’s voice was distorted and set in a dream like tone, and when he reached out to touch you he disappeared just like before. “What are you doing? Stop!” You shouted, instinctively reaching for your knife or a bottle of holy water, only to realize you were unarmed. With fresh tears burning in your eyes, you stepped back, wanting to run. Back to your house, back to Felix. You were realizing now what a grave mistake you had made.
“What is this one not good enough?” Jisung tilted his head with a sickly smile plastered on his lips. “Would you rather two?” He raised his fingers up and two more Minho’s materialized in front of your eyes. “You lying scum of a demon,” You hissed. You could feel your tears hot on your cheeks. You had to get back. Away from Jisung and back to Felix. You turned, starting to run. Although you knew Jisung could easily catch up with you, this was still the only possible option you saw.
“Don’t go so soon,” a hand wrapped itself around your forearm, effectively stopping you from running any further. The voice was incredibly familiar, but you knew it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Felix. He was on the couch, inside. Yet it still felt so real. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Felix— a fake Felix.
“Leave him inside,” Felix said. “You don’t need him anymore.”
“Let me go.” You yelled, wrenching your arm from the fake demon. Jisung was playing with your heart like a toy.
“Minho should have never trusted you Jisung. Now let me go!” You were already so close, you just needed to see the real Felix.
“Felix won’t be happy for choosing Minho over him,” Jisung popped in front of you, his fingers grasping the base of your chin. “Who knows what he’ll do,” Jisung’s eyes bore into yours like burning coals.
You were quiet. He was right. You had messed up spectacularly. Flinching from his grasp, you scowled at him. “Anything he does will be better than staying here with you,” you hissed, still blinking away tears. You needed to get to Felix. If he was angry, he was rightfully so, and you would have to live with that.
“The choice is yours,” The Felix released you. “Just know I love you~,” The fake Felix shot you a lovesick smile before leaning his head in to steal a kiss. Jisung was cruel. You tore yourself away from Jisung and the fake Felix, starting to run again. The chance to go back to a normal, peaceful life had vanished from your grasp like the first fake Minho. You were finally at your door, tearing it open.
“Felix?” You called, your whole face streaked with tears. The minute you opened the door his red eyes settled on you. Shadows fell from his body and pooled on the floor beneath him like some magnificent waterfall of death. He only blinked at you before his body was plunged into the depth of the couch, his whole being swallowed away into nothing.
Summary: You come from a family of demon hunters, born to carry out your parent’s legacy. When a simple mission escalates rapidly, how will you be able to this demon?
< In no ways do I condone this type of behavior!! This is purely meant to be a fictional representation of said person/character :) >
Word Count: 15.1k
You gripped your blessed knife tightly. There had been sightings of a lower demon recently, and you finally had him cornered now. You check all your equipment again, ensuring that you still have your amulet of protection. Finally, you approached where you thought you knew where the demon was located, only to come across a corpse.
Did someone else kill him already? You were startled, and suddenly saw a shadowy figure standing nearby. You felt something cold pool at the bottom of your feet. It seemed to be a thick black gaseous substance, like the puffy white clouds overhead. Slowly, it slithered its way in front of you. Rising up from this smoke was a demon. He looked like he belonged to a higher rank, noting his blazen red hair and chocolate eyes that could pull you in just from looking at you. Freckles dotted his face and he wore a rather charming smile.
“Were you looking for someone…?” You protectively held your knife in front of yourself, slowly reaching for a bottle of holy water with the other. He was very pretty, but that didn’t deter you. You knew that the most charming ones were usually the most dangerous too.
“Why yes,” you began. “I was looking for one of your kind to eliminate. The one I was meant to kill is dead already, why don’t you take their place?”
“Do you really think I’ll simply die here?” He chuckled, his body beginning to fade and slink down to the floor. You felt a chill run up your spine and he was soon behind you, awfully close to the nape of your neck. “You humans do amuse me so,” he hummed.
You flinch away again, turning around and waving your knife in his face. “Well see about that.” You were doing a terrible job of hiding how nervous you were. This was something completely different from the lower demon you had prepared for. You finally gripped your bottle of holy water, preparing to splash it onto the demon in front of you. He seemed to take notice, his eyes wandering down toward your waist.
“Oh please, you think that will help you?” He laughed, covering his mouth in a coy manner as his eyes crinkled into crescents. “How cute.” He remarked, beginning to walk circles around you. “I think I like you, hunter.” He gave you a smile. Odd for a demon to do so, right? You frowned. Holy water worked on most demons, so was he bluffing? Or was he really this high ranking? You had no way to tell exactly and it made you even more nervous than before. He had to be bluffing. Why else had he not attacked you yet and was now attempting to flirt his way out of the situation? Was he a weird type of incubus maybe?
“Sadly, I don’t really like you though.” You said, uncapping the holy water and splashing it over him. He managed to slip out of the way from most of the water, though a decent portion caught his forearm. He hissed in pain and clenched his other hand over his now bubbling arm. He winced shortly after, but gained his composure faster than you would’ve liked. He stood taller now, though, his hand was still wrapped around his arm. “Ah—” His arm stung beneath his fingers.
“You know, I wasn’t going to hurt you or anything,” he remarked, his eyes flickering into a deep black coloring. “I’m not that ruthless,” his arm dissolved out of sight, and when it reappeared, there was a thick black substance covering the wound. You cursed under your breath. You should have run while he was distracted.
“There’s no reason I should believe you, demon.” You hissed, slowly taking some steps away. You only had one more flask of holy water and your blessed knife on you. You were horribly unprepared for this situation, though something intrigued you about this demon. He really was acting unusually. Despite his words, you were prepared that he might attack you at any second. He rolled his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips.
“You’re not afraid now, are you?” His voice dropped several octaves and wisps of smoke followed him as he took a few steps closer to you. “Silly hunter,” he cooed, his eyes darkening. You involuntarily shivered at his deep voice. Why did it have to sound so pleasant? You took a step back with every forward motion he took until your back hit a brick wall. You blanched, still holding your knife in front of you. Your eyes went wide, looking for a way out. “Get away from me!”
He suddenly broke out into laughter, his eyes immediately returning back to their normal chocolate brown color, the smoke vanishing from his body. “You really are fun to play with,” he shook his head, though he still seemed stiff from the wound you inflicted. “I’ll spare you today, okay? Consider it a gift from me to you,” he waved with his good arm before he sunk into a pool of shadows, whisked away by a gust of wind.
You stood frozen for a few minutes longer, expecting him to come jump at you again the moment you let your guard down, but he didn’t. Still shaky, you went home. You were still so on edge that you vowed to not go anywhere again unarmed. At least you knew holy water could harm him. That was an advantage. You sat down at your laptop. Maybe you could find some information about this particular demon or similar sightings. You didn’t even know his name.
You suddenly felt something sinking down onto your chest, getting harsher and harsher by the second. You could barely breathe, what was this feeling? It seemed to be trying to pull you, but where? Confused, you entered the room and looked around. Were there any hints or something? You had a lot of books and notes about the demons you’ve encountered before, and ones you had heard of. But was that really what this feeling was trying to tell you? You were completely clueless. A single page flew down from the top of your bookshelf. Maybe a forgotten analysis or a brief encounter you’ve had before. Or maybe it was something your parents had written? You picked it up and examined it.
At this point you didn't even question anything anymore. It felt like he was toying with you. You didn’t even know why you were so sure it was his doing in the first place. Maybe you had just become unhealthily obsessed with him already. Maybe that was the dangerous thing about him. You had met him for five minutes and now he wouldn’t leave your thoughts.
It was your parent’s frantic and scribbled writing on the piece of long forgotten paper. But more importantly, it had a very clear image of the demon you had encountered earlier. Had they run into him before? Maybe they’d have answers. You frowned and looked at the paper again. The demon was depicted with pitch black eyes and bared teeth, and it was without a doubt, the same man you had encountered. You hadn’t called your parents in quite some time, but you now found yourself picking up your phone.
You needed to know what they knew about him. On the paper was only a drawing, with the title ‘lucky one’? Could that be a possible codename of the sorts? And ‘dangerous’ was scribbled in large letters underneath his picture. You waited while the phone rang, hoping someone would pick up. “Hello? Is something wrong?” You heard both your parents chatter on the end of the line. “Did something happen on your recent hunt? If I remember correctly you said it was a simple low class demon,” Your father spoke up.
“It was supposed to be,” you answered, summarizing everything that happened and ending with the picture you had found of him in the study room. “What do you know about The Lucky One? Please tell me anything you know because I am pretty sure this wasn’t the last time I’ll see him.” You nervously paced back and forth in the room, hoping that your parents could help you. “How did you find that?” Your father seemed a bit on edge now, a nervous tone in his voice. “He’s one of the worst demon’s we’ve ever encountered,” he shuddered.
“Your mother, myself, and our previous partner… we were all a trio, ” he began. “That was until we were tasked to take down a simple demon. He emerged from the lesser’s corpse.” He swallowed. “He proceeded to kill our partner and your mother and I barely made it out alive. We only know that Holy Water can inflict harm to him,” your dad finished.
“Please avoid him at all costs if you can,” your mom spoke up.” You were stunned into silence. “That’s the demon who killed your partner?” You were quiet for a moment. “So basically you don’t know any more than I do. I managed to hit him with holy water when I encountered him, and then he just left.” You continued pacing around the room.
“The fact that you managed to escape is—” your father choked on his words. “A miracle, honestly.” His voice stabilized. “We don’t know anything other than maybe the blessed object inflicts wounds? Look for a scar along the edge of his right cheek, we managed to cut him before we fled.”
“If I ever meet him again - and I’m somehow convinced that I will, I will definitely do that. I still don’t know why he just let me go that night.” After ensuring them that you would be careful and exchanged well wishes, you hung up. You started preparing, putting together a bunch of items to carry on you at all times. You didn’t know when you would encounter him again. Maybe going after other lesser demons again was the key?
From your parent’s story and your own, he seemed to show tendencies of having to take the life force of lesser demons to satisfy himself. That just had to be it. Find and locate the lesser demons, and then draw him out. He had to feed himself sometime again, so it was only a matter of patience till he appeared. You didn’t even know why you were so eager to see him again, considering how dangerous he was. Still, you prepared yourself. Taking extra care to bring an excess amount of holy water.
You went to work, searching for possible appearances of lesser demons, and then starting to survey each one of them, hiding and hoping that maybe this one would be the next victim of him. After the chat with your parent’s and from your own experience you figured that Felix fed off of lesser demons' energy to keep his power. Of course, he’d always have to be feeding if this was the case. If you tracked down a few lesser demons sooner or later he’d surely show up. Only time would tell though.
You remind yourself to be patient. You couldn’t ruin this opportunity by being too hasty and endangering your life. It seemed like a questionable kind of luck was on your side, as the second lower demon you had tracked down was dead the moment you had approached. You warily looked around, holy water already in hand. Look if he has the scar. You thought while waiting for his arrival.
“You know,” a deep voice rumbled behind you. “You shouldn’t go looking in places where you shouldn’t be.” You spun around to find the demon standing a little too close for comfort. He had his fingers in his mouth, licking up what seemed to be the essence of the demon that lay dead in front of you. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt fear and.. something else?
“Maybe this is right where I wanted to be?” You retorted, studying his features closely. You kept getting distracted by the freckles that dotted his face. A part of you remembered the superstition that entities with freckles were soul stealers. Maybe that was even accurate in his case. You tried putting on a brave face before speaking, “Is there a name you go by? Or should I keep referring to you as a nuisance?” Maybe you were pretending to be a little too brave there.
“Tch,” He smiled and rolled his eyes a bit, turning his head away only to veer back to face you directly. “Be careful now, when you give something a name it becomes more powerful,” he winked. “I’m Felix though, if you’re that curious.”
“And yet you also gain power over something you know the name of, Felix” You retort, fighting to keep your voice steady. At that moment you realized something. Had you really just painstakingly sought out this demon just because you wanted to know his name? What was wrong with you? You carefully considered your options. You could run, but that didn’t seem all that smart. Option two would be to wait and see what he does now. You had jumped head first into dangerous waters.
“So,” he purred, “what brings you in my presence again? Eager to see your favorite demonic being?” You felt his body materialize beside you, his arm hanging lazily over your shoulder. “You’re only my favorite because I haven't killed you yet, don’t flatter yourself.” You were putting on a brave face, while the tales of your parents replayed in your mind again.
You froze up with his arm around you. It felt almost gentle, a stark contrast to who he was. You took a step away so that he had to let go. You couldn’t let him get any advantage. You gripped the bottle of holy water again, but something was stopping you from attacking. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes bearing into yours like daggers. They were mesmerizing, like swirling pools of deep brown mixed with his demonic red flecks. A small smile still toyed with his lips.
“I’m sure you didn’t come out here just to see me, did you—?” Felix’s expression shifted from amusement to utter astonishment when he felt a foot connect to his back and slam him forward into the ground. He grunted, attempting to catch himself when he felt his back meet the ground. “Who the fuck…?” A somewhat taller figure stood over Felix now.
He wore a rather dashing slick black suit and his skin looked rather pale. He spat at Felix before stepping over him, walking toward you. Shit. That looked like a reaper. But why? You didn’t dare to look at him directly in the eyes. “What are you doing here?” Your voice shook, carefully stepping away from the figure clad in black. You suppressed the urge to help Felix up. Fear was overwhelming you. This reaper couldn’t be here for you, right?
The reaper wore a bitter sweet smile. “It’s time to leave now,” he held his hand out toward you, clad in silky black gloves, looking expectantly toward you. Felix had eventually pulled himself up from the ground, grabbing the reaper’s arm and spinning him around. “What a pleasant surprise, Seungmin. Enlighten me, why are you taking this human now? Can’t you see they’re a bit young?” He hissed, his fingers digging into Seungmin’s sleeve. Seungmin chuckled darkly, ripping his arm away from Felix.
“You can’t control my job, demon.” He spat. “They don’t mean anything to you, do they?” Seungmin teased Felix. This had to be a mistake. There was no reason a reaper would come after you now. But the reaper’s, Seungmin’s, interaction with Felix surprised you even more. Felix almost seemed to be protecting you... And it also proved interesting they both knew each other by name. Was there some history?
You nervously watched their exchange, slowly taking steps back, preparing to get away. As much as you were interested in hearing them talk, it was too dangerous for you to stay. Before Seungmin could take another step Felix seemed to have done something, as Seungmin didn’t, no. Couldn’t move a muscle. He stood as if time stopped. Strained, Felix turned to you, his red eyes blazing. “Run,” black smoke whipped around his body before it slithered over Seungmins, encasing him in a cloud of darkness.
This had to be the only time you’d ever obey a demon. You ran as fast as you could, slowing only when you couldn't run anymore. This was a lot to take in. A reaper was after you apparently. A demon had actively protected you? Or maybe he has ulterior motives. And Felix’s powers; he must be powerful if he was able to restrain a reaper. You wondered if one of them would be destroyed, and felt yourself rooting for Felix. “Just because Seungmin would kill me otherwise,” you told yourself.
“You won’t get away with this,” Seungmin choked out, his hands flexing instinctively whilst trying to reach out toward Felix. “I’ll kill you—” Seungmin could barely breathe at this point as Felix held him in whatever that was. Felix tapped a finger to his own cheek before dropping the reaper to the ground. “How about a deal…?” Felix held his hand out for Seungmin to take, in means of getting up and also accepting his offer. Seungmin caught his breath before looking toward Felix’s hand and begrudgingly taking it. The two discussed their deal of the sort, and in return Seungmin would have to leave you alone. It’s safe to say that Seungmin wouldn’t be bothering you for a good while.
It was a few days later, and surprisingly you were still alive. You hadn’t seen Seungmin even once. “Does that mean Felix really destroyed him?” You wondered, shuddering at the implications. That would mean Felix was quite insanely powerful. You tried to avert your thoughts on the issue, and instead, decide to take a little vacation. You had been enough mortal danger for a while, though it didn’t seem to let you go. Everywhere you went, you thought you saw Felix, but you told yourself that was impossible.
When you returned home from your day and sat in your room you could’ve sworn you heard tapping….? From your window. Cautiously, you walked over and swished your blinds away to find Felix sitting on the sill of your window. You stumbled back in surprise. “Felix?” You instinctively reached for a bottle of holy water, only to realize you weren’t carrying one. Your heart dropped. What did he want now? Had he come to finish you off and claim his prize in the fight of him against Seungmin maybe?
“Ah! You’re finally back.” He swung his legs around to face you, cross legged. “Has he bothered you anytime since then?” He wore a straight expression, though, there was always that smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Your eyes narrowed, “You mean Seungmin? What happened between you two?” You carefully observed Felix. He seemed unharmed and as intimidatingly cheerful as always. “What are you even doing here? How do you know where I live?” You still couldn’t make any sense out of his behavior at all.
“I know lots of things,” he chirped happily, now hopping off the ledge and standing inside your room. “But really, he hasn’t bothered you or anything has he?” You knit your brows together. “Why are you so interested in that? And no, he hasn’t.” You took a step back again, trying to keep some distance between you and him. Your curiosity ended up taking over. “What happened after I left?” You still couldn’t understand why this demon was so invested in you either.
“It doesn’t concern you, mortal.” He waved his hand, seemingly relieved after what you had stated. “I merely put him in his place,” he flashed you a grin. “So he won’t be around you anymore. “ He paused, “Why am I interested, you ask?” He pondered, placing his finger on his cheek. “Hm. I don’t know really, you just seem more excitable than other hunters I’ve met,” he hummed. “Or maybe it’s because I like you,” his smile broadened. Felix's words filled you with suspicion. What did he do with the reaper? You narrowed your eyes.
“So you say you like me? Is that why you haven’t killed me yet? Like you did with my parents partner?” You weren’t sure why you mentioned that. Maybe to see what kind of reaction you would get out of him. “Well,” he paused. “I guess you could say that.” He shrugged modestly before his expression dropped. “Your parents’ partner…?” His eyes widened a bit before a smile glued itself onto his face. “Why yes, I do remember that!” He clapped his hands together. “Your parents were always so much fun to play with. Tell me, are they still hunting nowadays?”
I took a step back. “Play? So what you did to them is your definition to play?” He was a demon after all, what had you expected? Regret? “They quit, soon after meeting you.” Your lips were drawn together into a tight line. You should be getting rid of him by now. You didn’t know what he was planning, but something was going on, you were sure of it. You suddenly blanched. Was he using you to hunt down your parents again perhaps?
“I never liked your parents.” He began, his smile falling back to his serious expression. “They were always so…” he paused, his eyes glancing up before returning back to meet yours. “Nosey,” he spoke with disgust. “They’ve done nothing more, nothing less than I did.” You hissed, taking another step back from him. “And you say you ‘like’ me, yet you almost tried to kill my parents. Something doesn’t add up here, demon.”
“You,” Felix began, “Unlike them didn’t try to get into my business,” he hissed, his eyes flickering a deep crimson, almost as if his power surged through him due to anger. “That little partner of theirs was so interested in what I am,” he released a puff of smog from his fingertips, letting it disappear in the air. “I hate nosey humans who have no business in what I do.”
“But you,” he turned toward you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re not like usual hunters I’ve met,” he took a step forward. You watched Felix with narrow eyes. You had actively searched for him again, and tried to get more info on him. If he considered you less of a threat, you weren't going to convince him otherwise and risk your life. “If you say so…” You hummed. “So now you’ve turned the tables and become the nosey one?” You were still carefully watching his every move.
“Why yes, as a matter of fact.” He smiled, as if proud of himself. “Why wouldn’t I be interested in the offspring of my former enemy.” He picked at the peeling skin on his arm, most likely from the holy water. You looked at his arm again. It was comforting to know you at least had something that could harm him. “Sad. I'm not interested in you knowing me, so why don’t you leave now?” The longer he lingered here at your house the stronger your feelings grew that something bad was going to happen.
“Ah, you’re kicking me out already?” He laughed, smoke beginning to leak out from the pores of his skin. “I’m hurt, darling. I thought we had something after all this,” the smoke trailed down his legs and spilled out onto the floor, beginning to pool at his feet. “Well, you weren’t exactly the friendliest either,” You retort, glad he actually seemed to be leaving. You desperately needed some rest. That’s when you heard an unnatural sound.
It sounded like pure wrongness. Your gut feeling tripled immediately. Was this Felix’s doing? Was he not leaving after all? Maybe this is some kind of curse perhaps? You saw Felix begin to dip down into the ground but then suddenly materialize once more. “The fuck?” He exclaimed, backing himself into the corner of your room. “What the hell are you doing here?” Felix spat with disgust, looking toward your window. It was almost as if someone else was there, another presence.
Your heart almost stopped. Whatever that presence was, it was invisible; and the fact that it had Felix apparently so scared he was backing away meant nothing good. You slowly reached for the bottle of holy water again, just so that you had at least a little bit of a safety net before watching the scene unfold. What the hell could Felix be talking to? It didn’t seem to be Seungmin.
“Fucking Seungmin.” Felix pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to send him back to the Ninth Ring,” Felix groaned, his hands clenching at his sides. He paused before snapping, “I said I would do it in three days. It’s only been one. I have time.” Felix remarked toward the empty window. They were talking about Seungmin? And a deadline of three days? What was going on? You were very confused, especially since you couldn’t even tell who or what Felix was communicating with.
In a moment of complete recklessness you uncapped the bottle of holy water, splashing it towards the window where that other being should’ve been lurking. You were already regretting your decision while still in the motion. What were you thinking? Felix looked with shock, pressing himself even further against the wall to avoid the deadly substance. When the water splashed down it hit a limb of whoever that was, a hand appearing tightly gripping onto the window sill before disappearing.
“Oh thank hell he’s gone,” Felix’s stiffened posture instantly relaxed. “Who, or more importantly, what was that, Felix? You looked scared out of your wits there.” You were insanely relieved that whatever had appeared just left. For some reason you were really worried about Felix. Were you really getting protective of a demon? The demon who killed your parents' partner? What the hell was going on?
“I—“ he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing, you wouldn’t want to worry about me, right? After all, I am just a demon.” He almost said sadly, though, the flirtatious smile on his face contradicted his sullen tone. “I’ll get going then,” his legs began to melt away into the familiar black smoke. You just stood there, dumbfounded, while Felix literally vanished into thin air in front of you. Apparently it was some kind of personal issue he had with that entity?
You had so much to think about. And now you definitely had to try to find out what kind of entity had just appeared there. You tried to ignore the way your heart beat for Felix. You were most certainly not developing a crush on the demon that attacked your parents, nope.
The next day rolled around quicker than you’d thought. It felt as if the minute you’d gone to sleep the sun had come up. The morning was uneventful as per usual. You had a hunt planned, but felt yourself being drawn to find Felix again. You yawned. You wish you would have slept longer, but sadly you had things to do. You were preparing to hunt down another minor demon, but you were dangerously distracted. As frustrated as you were about it with yourself, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Felix. You felt like you desperately needed to talk to him. Some part of your mind suggested you should even try summoning him, but that would be entirely too risky, you thought.
Eventually when you were preparing to finally leave the house and go out, you felt something off. Like someone was inside your house. Your nerves were tingling with fear yet excitement. Was it Felix again? You immediately started searching for him. “Hello?” You called out. “I know someone is here. Is that you Felix?” You couldn’t believe you were actually praying for it to be Felix. Maybe because any of the other options you could imagine would result in bad news. At least you were armed with holy water and a blessed knife again.
You felt cold air drop down on you from above, and as you looked up you were met with an upside down Felix hanging out from the ceiling. His signature smoke was gently falling in wisps down and curling around you. “Hi,” he gave a small childlike smile. You sighed in relief, a small smile sneaking onto your face. “What’s with the position? Are you impersonating a bat now?” You watched him closely again. With every meeting, the hostility and fear was slowly replaced with affection. You just couldn’t stop it. He looked adorable with his freckles and you immediately tried forcing your thoughts down again.
“Just dropping by,” His body morphed into its gaseous state and he eventually materialized right before your eyes, inches away from you. “You could say I have lots of free time,” he shrugged. You couldn’t help but giggle at his dumb pun. “Sounds nice,” You answered, trying to hide the fact that you were shaking. Your heart was beating faster and you tried to ignore the rising blush on your cheeks from his proximity. “So you’re using me to alleviate your boredom?”
“Hmm,” he tapped a finger on his chin. “I guess you could say you’re the most exciting thing around,” he grinned and leaned closer, as if he could get any more close than he already was. Your breath hitched for a moment when he leaned closer. A part of you wondered what would happen if you kissed him now. Not wanting to linger on these thoughts and wanting to calm your beating heart, you retort. “Seems like you live a very boring life then,” your eyes were wide, in contrast to your casual speaking tone.
“Mhmm,” he gave a toothy grin, his nose scrunching in the process. “Well, there’s only so much you can do and not be bored. Being immortal and all,” He waved his hand around, pulling back now. “How about you? Any plans you had today, or were you waiting for me to come,” he teased. He was so cute when he was all casual like that, you almost forgot he was a dangerous demon for a second. You tried to hold back your sigh of relief, or was it disappointment, when he pulled away. “I was planning on sitting around all day, hoping you would come save me from boredom of course.” You deadpanned. “No, actually I was preparing to go out again.” You omitted the hunting part, but guessed that he’d get it on his own anyway.
“Ah I see. So we’re competing for prey now are we?” He licked his lips. “Where is your target located?” He remarked in a sly way. Was he going to try and hunt this demon before you? You scoffed. “And I should tell you this why exactly?” You raised your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. What was he planning now? You could never tell what was going on in his mind. “Because I’m tired and hungry,” He drew a fake tear down his cheek. “You don’t want your favorite demon starving do you?” He nudged your arm with his elbow.
A smile blossomed on your face against your will. “Hm, I guess that would make my job easier though, wouldn’t it?” You grinned at Felix. “Well... I guess in the end it doesn’t matter who gets rid of the demon,” You shrugged. “She was last seen at the old bridge downtown.” You weren’t sure why you were so free with the information now. As much as you tried to deny it, you did care about him quite a bit already.
“Oh that’s not too far,” he clapped his hands together. A mischievous glint in his eyes spoke more than words could as his body began to slowly disintegrate. “Race ya?” He laughed before totally disappearing into a puff of smoke. You shook your head with a smile. “As if that’s fair,” you spoke into the empty air, gathering up your things and leaving to the spot. You half expected Felix to wait for you there already, job done. And sure enough, when you arrived in the area you could already see that the demon was dead.
“That’s not really a race, is it?” You asked, a half smile on your face. “I thought you’d at least get here a little earlier,” He kicked the demon aside. “It was pretty wimpy. Would’ve been a waste of your precious time anyways,” he joked, smile toying at the corner of his mouth.
“Well excuse me if I can’t teleport,” You giggled. “Hm, so my time is precious now then? What makes you deserving of it?” You couldn’t believe you were being this calm and joking around with a demon, a very dangerous one at that. He gasped. “I think I’m worth all your time,” he laughed. “So, what now?” You interjected.
“I don’t know, I just,” he sighed and shrugged. “I’ve just been so bored. It’s not easy being a demon,” he almost chuckled in a sorrowful way. “You sure of that?” You shot him a grin. “Not very fun either.” Felix’s tone dropped. Your heart grew softer at his next words though and you lost your smile. “What does one even do to spend time as a demon?” You can’t believe you were so soft for him. You always had too much empathy for your job, and he was the worst one of all. You really needed to get rid of this impossible blossoming crush you had on him.
“Well, when I was younger I used to just screw around.” He rambled. “You know the stereotypical ‘haunting’ and just messing with people but,” he paused. “But now I feel as though I’ve done everything,” he shrugged. “Well, not everything. You get what I’m trying to say,” You cocked your head to the side. “Not ‘everything’, huh? But yeah, I get it. Must really suck to be an immortal and powerful being.” You were only partially sarcastic. “There has to be something to do, right?” Now you just wanted to help him. You couldn’t believe he had you wrapped around his finger so easily. You still knew he was a dangerous demon but you just wanted to hug and take care of him.
“Hmm.” His face turned into a somewhat flirtatious one. “Well, I’ve never had an s/o before,” he tried to muffle his growing laughter. “I’ve never been to heaven either,” at this point he couldn’t help but chuckle. “But who wants to go up there anyways,” he threw his hands up. You couldn’t help the blush rising to your cheeks at his comment. You tried to mask it with a giggle at his next words. “Of course, how great could heaven be if you’ve been to hell, huh?” You raised an eyebrow. You honestly hadn’t expected Felix to have never dated before. But then again you knew next to nothing about demons and their love lives.
“Who needs it,” he laughed his eyes sparkling with what looked to be sincere happiness. He’s never felt this way with anyone before in his whole lifetime. He didn’t really know what this feeling was in his chest. Feeling bold, you pressed the matter a little. “I’m sure you’ve had a crush though, right? Or at least a whole horde of other demons crushing on you, huh?” You said with a teasing smile. There was genuine happiness in your eyes, though. You really were happy. You couldn’t believe yourself. Happily flirting with a demon at a site where he had just killed another demon.
“Ah. That, my friend, is where you’re wrong.” He pointed his finger at you. “Most people don’t dig the whole gaseous body thing,” he joked, making his arm become the familiar fog and then reappearing in its place. “But who needs to spend the rest of their life with someone,” You blinked. “What, really? I thought that was your best quality,” you joked. “But really, nothing? No one?” You found it hard to believe somehow. In your mind you added, but you’re so cute though.
You frowned a little. “Though, I guess I’m not really one to talk either,” you added wryly, a slightly bitter smile on your face. “Maybe it’s fate then,” Felix looked down at you and gave a grin. “Two lonely people? meeting? Makes sense,” his smile grew in a sly fashion. “Who knows,” he shrugged. The sun was beginning to set now, it’s golden haze washing across the field the two of you stood in. Felix frowned seeing that it was the end of the second day. He didn’t have much time left.
“What, star crossed lovers? A match made in hea- in hell?” You joked, though it was exactly what you wanted. You suddenly caught onto his more sullen mood. “Hey, is everything okay with you? you seem a little out of it there.”
“A-ah! Yeah, don’t worry about me. There’s nothing to worry about,” he gave a firm nod. “Anyways, I guess I should go, right? It’s getting late and you probably have other things to do.” You frowned. Felix seemed nervous. Had this to do with the three days countdown he had mentioned when the invisible creature had appeared? After all, tomorrow would be the last day if you were counting right. Biting your lip, you tried to joke. “What, trying to get rid of me now?” In truth, you were actually starting to worry about Felix. Something was off about him.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” he laughed a bit nervously. Had you caught on? Did you know? Truthfully he only came to see you, but in reality maybe he was just trying to ward off Chan from telling you about the whole situation. Chan was somewhat of a wildcard, and Felix didn’t like it when he interfered with his business.
You raised your eyebrow. Something was definitely going on. What had happened that would make him so nervous? You kind of wanted Felix to stay a bit longer, but he seemed so anxious that you told him goodbye and left, only to find a man lingering at your front door. The immense feeling of dread he inspired in you and the slight burn on his hand clued you in. This was the invisible creature Felix had been talking to. You didn’t want to get any closer to him.
“Ah, you’re finally back.” He turned around, his bleached curls falling over his forehead gracefully. “It’s nice to finally meet you, formally.” he added. “Not often do I get to see a hunter this close,” he chuckled. You were on guard. You weren’t completely sure what he was, but you knew he was bad news.
“What are you doing here?” You were already reaching for your bottle of holy water. You were being even more defensive than usual. Was it because you knew this guy, this entity, actually scared Felix a lot?
“Just wondering where your little friend went,” he looked around as if searching for Felix. “I assumed he’d be around here by now.” He stepped off of your front porch. You raised your brow. “I can’t say I know what you mean.” You shrugged, taking another step back from him. “Whatever you assumed, you’ve obviously assumed wrong, so I’d like to kindly ask you to leave now.” You were watching his every move. He laughed, his expression turning light and his dimples showing before his expression fell.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Love.” He stalked forward a bit, but was careful to distance himself. “I know about your little demon of a friend,” he chuckled. “Felix? Right?” You could only narrow your eyes. “I don’t know why that should be any of your business. And I told you to leave. Now.” You couldn’t show how nervous you were. “Or at least tell me what your business is here.”
When he got closer, you gripped the bottle of holy water tighter, getting ready to use it. “Please, you may have hit me with that water of yours before but it won’t do you any good now.” He looked through you as if he’d read your mind. “Did you ever wonder why Seungmin came? The reaper you ran into two days ago?” He paced around you in slow circles.
You did the best you could to suppress your hands shaking at his words. You needed to keep at least a pseudo calm facade. You followed him with his circles, trying your best to stay alert for any little change. “Depends. Can you tell me the reason?” Your voice was weaker than you would’ve liked.
“I don’t think you’ll like the answer, darling.” He slid his hands into his pockets, wearing a smile, to your dislike. “Did Felix not tell you? After all, it is his mission.”
“...What?” You were baffled, stopping in your tracks for a moment. “What mission?” You knit your brows together. Was he playing with you? What did that have to do with the reaper appearance? You were not going to trust this demon one bit. For all you knew he could be making everything up in his head as he goes, just to mess with you.
“Silly, silly hunter.” Chan shook his head. “You were supposed to die two days ago, didn’t you know?” He laughed. “Felix only made a deal with Seungmin to extend your lifespan by three days, who knows why.” He deadpanned. “He should kill you tomorrow— No, he will kill you tomorrow.” He nodded to himself. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”
You stared at him, unmoving. This couldn’t be. It was simply impossible that you were scheduled to die then. It was even more ridiculous to think Felix would have made a deal like that. But doubt overcame you. Maybe he really played the long game, maybe he is sadistic enough to plan to gain your trust before killing you. You didn’t know what to think anymore. You were met with silence for a moment.
“And how do you know about that?” You asked. “Don’t you know?” He cocked his head to the side before vanishing almost instantaneously. That was, until you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. “I’m much more powerful than that little fiend,” Chan snickered, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear. You violently flinched away. You were panicking. It seemed like the only two options for your life were to die by the hands of this mystery demon, or die by the hands of Felix, whom you had just started to trust. A bad mistake on your part. A quiet, “why? What’s my role in this mess?’ left your lips.
“Why don’t you ask Felix? After all, he was the one who made the deal.” Chan remarked. “I’m just here to make sure the job gets done.” He smiled sweetly at you, but his voice was laced in a venomous tone. His voice was making you sick. “I don’t know where he is, so I can’t really do that.” You were desperately clinging to a last semblance of calmness. You weren’t going to cry in front of this demon. You couldn’t. Just how high of a rank was he? He’s already quite a bit higher than Felix already, so how dangerous was he truly?
“Mhm. Well, I’m sure he’ll be here tomorrow, right?” He smiled. “You’ll let me know when he’s here, won’t you?” His voice turned from it’s usual melodic sound to more alluring, and mesmerizing. Oh god, what was this feeling. It was as if he was pulling you in only with his voice. You quickly snapped yourself out from the daze. Could he manipulate people with his voice? Shit. You grimaced.
“I’ll think about it when I See him.” You were distancing yourself back again, trying to get more space between you and the demon again. You just wished he would finally leave. “Just… out of curiosity, what would happen if Felix were to fail keeping up his end of the deal?”
“I’d kill both of you,” Chan chirped in an upbeat tone. “If he doesn’t complete his mission, he’ll die. If you were supposed to die you’d be living beyond your destined lifespan, and I can’t allow that.” He clapped his hands together. You kept quiet at that. Seems like you really were dead anyway. You sighed deeply, grabbing the holy water again. “Seems like there really is no way out for me, huh?” You said bitterly, and then rapidly splashing the holy water in the demon's direction. You figured you should have at least some satisfaction before dying.
Chan, who was severely surprised, hadn't managed to be so lucky this time. A good portion of the blessed water splashed up and onto the side of his face, running down his neck and leaving blistering skin in its wake. His hand flew up to his eye as he yelped in pain, his fingers shaking upon contact. “Fuck yOU,” His voice dropped several tones, his body trembling. He gave you one last look, his crimson tinted eyes locking with yours before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
“Just know that you’ll still be dead by tomorrow,” with that said, he was gone from the area. You were shaking. You were proud that you had at least hit him with the holy water, but slowly realized that you would probably die tomorrow. Even though it was late, you called your parents, pretending to be casual and just talking to them for perhaps the last time. After that, you wanted to go to sleep. You kept tossing and turning, your thoughts and fears keeping you awake. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
At what felt like 3am in the morning, you felt as if something was there. In your room. Your window was ever so slightly cracked open, a chilling breeze now leaking into your room. When you lifted your head to get a better view you saw the all too familiar freckled boy sitting on the sill of your window. He hadn’t noticed you yet, though. His head was turned out to face the outside, like he’d been guarding you. His arms were crossed over his chest and he wore a somewhat tired expression.
You gasped quietly, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. “... Felix? What are you doing?” You slowly sat up, stretching. Maybe you were just dreaming? “Are you okay?” You got up from under your covers and slowly approached him, swaying slightly from still being half asleep.
He turned quickly, his eyes blazing before calming once they settled on you. “I— well, this is a little awkward,” he scratched the back of his neck, turning toward you. “I didn’t have a good feeling— I don’t actually know why I’m here to be honest.” He didn’t seem to have a grip on his words, his usual suave chit chat completely gone from his mouth.
You thoughtfully tilted your head. You guess it would be best to be truthful. “Is it because of what’s going to happen tomorrow?” Your heart hurt a little, seeing him like this. You fiddled with your hands, adjusting the t-shirt you were wearing to bed where it had slipped a bit. His eyes were filled with sorrow. “... How long have you known?” He wore a small broken smile as if trying to hide his pain behind it. “I wasn’t going to actually follow through with it, if that’s what you were worried about.”
You bit your lip. “That demon who had appeared before. He had been waiting when I came home a few hours ago. He told me about it.” You took a deep breath, a bitter smile on your face. “Maybe you should follow through with it. At least then one of us would survive. And I trust that you would make it painless opposed to that other demon,” you swallowed, your breath uneven. You were desperately fighting back your tears.
“N-No!” Felix waved his hands in the air, jumping up from sitting. “Did you ever think of why I ever made a deal to extend your life time?” He almost said in annoyance, his eyes flaring. “I don’t want you to die—!” He slapped his hand over his mouth. Your heart stopped for a moment and you looked at Felix with big, tear-filled eyes. A smile started growing on your face, and one tear rolled down your cheek.
“Thank you for that, Felix. But we don’t really have a choice. I don’t want you to die either.” You paused for a moment. You had only just realized how much you cared for him when you spoke those words. “If you kill me at least you’ll survive, please.” You slowly wrapped him in a careful and gentle hug.
“No. I’m not going to kill you,” he shook his head, his voice just slightly cracking as he hesitantly returned your hug. It was a foreign feeling to him. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d never been affectionate with anyone. “We’ll find a way, okay?” He pulled back to grab onto the sides of your face. “Okay? No one is going to die.” He nodded at his own words.
You tried to smile at Felix’s words, but it didn’t quite work. “I guess we can try, but if there’s no way, you’ll kill me to stay alive.” You were already starting to accept the fact that you will probably die. It made you slightly reckless. After all, you should take your chances if you’re going to die anyway. You took in a deep breath, looking into Felix’s eyes. “Can I kiss you?” You didn’t know why, from all the thoughts in your head, this was the one that found a voice. A slight reddish color dusted his pale cheeks, similar to the color of when his eyes flared in mischief or anger. He slid his hands off from your face and down to your arms, pulling you in closer. His eyes fluttering before settling shut as he slowly pressed his lips against yours.
Your breathing hitched in your throat. You hadn’t expected him to actually kiss you, but now you could feel your heart beating fast. Your own eyes fluttered shut, and you relaxed, melting into the kiss. Your hands held Felix by his shoulders. It was a short kiss, just a moment, but it still felt like a little eternity. You rested your forehead against Felix's, mumbling a shy thank you when you pulled away. Your feelings were so conflicted now. There was no way you could let him die. Even if it all was a lie.
“Sorry for waking you up so early,” he scratched at his arm, which was scarred now. “I’ll get going now and come back tomorrow…?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You winced seeing his arm. ”I’m.. sorry for that,” You said awkwardly. “It’s fine, it’ll heal eventually.” He brushed it off. “You could stay if you want?” You offered. You didn’t really want to be alone on your last night. Knowing he was here would be at least a little comforting.
“I— really?” He cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure? Harboring a demon in your house is a little unusual for a hunter,” He teased. You laughed. “I think I’ve already gone way past what’s usual for a hunter. And anyways, if I might die tomorrow, let me enjoy your company.” You sounded far more vulnerable than you wanted with that last sentence. You started nervously fiddling with your hands again. “Okay,” he hesitantly began to wrap his arms around you, until he finally grew confidence and hugged you tightly.
“Thank you,” his voice was soft, like a lullaby. You relaxed into Felix’s embrace, feeling comforted. “Thank you,” You whispered, slowly drifting off into sleep. It was much easier to sleep while being held like this than being alone with your thoughts. The morning came quicker than you predicted. As you slowly began to wake you felt the unfamiliar dip in your bed, and the slight heat that radiated off from Felix. He looked peaceful while he slept. Beneath his flirty exterior, he was actually just a somewhat normal boy. A demon boy. You smiled a little seeing Felix like that. Feeling bold, you gently tucked some stray hairs behind his ear. You just wanted to stay in bed like this, experience some more peace. The knowledge of what this day might bring had you far too anxious to stay in bed.
He stirred a bit, his eyes fluttering open and meeting yours. His lips almost immediately turning into a smile upon seeing you. “Goodmorning,” he stretched out his arms, scrunching his nose up. You couldn’t help but return Felix’s smile. “Morning,” You stretched. In a moment of honesty, you added. “I’m glad you’re still here…” Your voice was quiet. You were doing your best to push the thoughts of the nearing deadline away.
“How cute.” A voice cut in. For a second panic flared into Felix’s eyes before he felt his body being propelled toward the window. “Fuck—“ Felix managed to just break free from the invisible force before he was launched into the glass. When his body hit the glass he instantly disintegrated into smog, escaping out through the crack of the window and outside. After the sudden chaos had vanished, you had a sudden realization. Chan was going to kill Felix. Fear and fury coursed through you. How could he dare to do this? The time wasn’t over yet.
You hurriedly got up, a little dizzy, and started packing your things. An amulet of protection, large amounts of holy water, a blessed knife, and a gun with bullets containing holy water you only used very rarely. You ran out of the house before you realized. How were you supposed to find them? You could only hope that they were still somewhere nearby. You found the two wrestling it out in your backyard. Chan was on top of Felix, his eyes blazing as he threw a punch square into Felix’s cheek. Felix’s head jerked in the direction of the blow, biting his lip to muffle his screams.
“It hasn’t been three days yet, bastard!” Felix latched his hands around Chan’s neck, attempting to push him off and away from him. You weighed your options. You had the holy water, but with the way they were wrestling you would probably hit Felix too. Same went for your gun. And you didn’t even know if the knife would do any damage. Still, you had to try. Trying to stay out of sight from them both, you took the knife in your hand, preparing to plunge it into the demon holding down Felix. His back was still turned to you.
“Come on Chan,” Felix clenched his throat between his fingers. “You know you can’t kill us yet,” Felix gave a malicious grin as he threw Chan backward, scrambling to get back up onto his feet. “It’s against the deal. You know that you can’t interfere unless it’s broken.” Felix hissed. You carefully watched what happened between the two of them. There was distance between them now. You carefully switched to grasp your holy water. Carefully keeping it away from Felix’s direction, you threw the holy water onto Chan, alerting both demons of your presence immediately. You swallowed. Hopefully this had been the right choice.
Chan spun around just to get another face full of the vile acid he knew as Holy water. He screeched in pain, his hand viciously attempting to wipe away the deadly liquid only to have his skin being shredded. “Fucking hunters—“ Chan grit his teeth together, his attention switching to you now. “I’m gonna drag you down to hell with me,” his voice dropped several octaves. You grit your teeth. You had hit him, but this was only the beginning. He was dangerous and you needed to be completely careful. Still, you couldn’t help but shoot a worried look towards Felix. He was alright, wasn’t he? You grabbed another vial of holy water.
“Don’t come any closer,” you warned Chan. “You sure are someone, aren’t you?” His voice did a full flip, his tone now more serene and calming, almost like a lullaby. “It isn’t worth fighting a battle you can’t win,” he hummed. “Right?” Felix was recovering behind Chan, massaging the punch he took in the face. You could feel yourself hesitating, your courage wavering. Curse this demon and his powerful voice. You could feel the muscles in your body relaxing, your hands lowering before you managed to get a grip of yourself again. It was a continuous fight against the effects of his voice. “You were the one who attacked first,” you retorted.
“It’s your time to go dear,” Chan gave you a somewhat cocky smile. “I don’t care if the time isn’t here yet. He’s still two days late.” His head whipped around toward Felix. “You’re awfully disobedient for a demon such as yourself.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “Disobeying the laws, fighting a reaper; your brethren, falling in love with a hunter,” he emphasized harshly. “You’re fucked in the head,” Chan shook his head in disbelief. “It’s a good thing you’ll both be dead soon, right?” Chan turned toward you with malice coursing through him.
Your heart skipped a beat when he said that. Falling in love? Could he really? You tried to push the thought away for now, ignoring the blush creeping up on your face. First of all, Chan needed to go. The moment he turned towards Felix, you made a risky decision. You took your holy knife, drenched it in holy water, and charged at Chan. It was reckless, but you didn’t know what else to do. “Hey,” A split second before the blade pierced Chan’s skin he turned toward you at an ungodly speed. You felt your whole body freeze. “You don’t want to kill me,” his eyes bore into yours, a gruesome smile toying at his lips as he slid his index finger beneath your chin. “You want to kill Felix, isn’t that right?” He hummed, turning to Felix with nothing but sick enjoyment written across his face. “Won’t this be fun to watch.” A poisonous grin spread across his lips.
No. No, no! That was definitely not what you wanted. You couldn’t harm Felix. But your body was no longer obeying you. As much as you were fighting, you could feel yourself turning, raising your knife towards Felix. “No! Please, no!” It seemed you still had some control over yourself, so you begged. “I won’t kill him! I can’t.” You fought his control as desperately and hard as you could. Felix shook off the numb feeling in his face, “What the—!” He reeled himself backward violently just as your arm flew forward with your knife.
“Please! Fight it!” Felix dove out of the way. Felix wasn’t exactly in shape to use his powers, so disappearing wasn’t exactly an option. Chan merely watched from the sidelines, the grin never leaving his face. He, of course, would step in eventually after the fun was over. You were getting desperate. Every time your knife came close to Felix, it felt like it ripped through yourself instead. You screamed when the knife left a thin red scrape on Felix’s cheek. You took together all the strength you had, remembering what you had learned about demonic powers.
Slowly, you managed to stay still. You needed to focus, and you couldn’t move yourself, but at least you weren't attacking Felix now. Tears were forming in your eyes. Felix was a good distance from you now, his hand gliding over the cut only to mix his blood around the tips of his fingers. Chan frowned when you’d managed to counter his sirenic voice.
“Are you really gonna stop now? You only landed one cut,” Chan said that as if you were his child, disappointing him as a parent. “Felix won’t die just by one scrape dear,” he shook his head. “Maybe I’ll have to help you complete your task.” You slowly shook your head. It was the only movement you managed on your own whilst still fighting against his control. His words cut deep, and you felt panic well up in you again. “I’m... not gonna-” You forced yourself to take a deep breath. “I’m not gonna kill him.” You grit out. “And you won’t either.” You felt like you were close to freeing yourself from the demons' control.
“Mhm,” Chan shook his head and walked past you and began to approach Felix. “Your deal with Seungmin is almost broken, you know,” He gestured toward the slowly but surely setting sun. “It won’t be long until he gets here too,” he gave Felix a grin. “Just die already,” Chan ripped the knife out from your hand and slashed it across Felix’s chest.
That was the final straw, the desperation forcing you out of his control. You screamed Felix’s name, running towards him and Chan, wrestling the knife from him in a lucky grab but not without getting cut yourself. You stood in front of Felix, shaking, bleeding, and desperate to save his life. Whatever it may cost. The minute Felix saw the blood spilling down your arm something snapped within him. Chan hurt you. He felt his blood boiling within him, his fingers itching to grapple Chan’s neck and strangle him to death. Watch him beg beneath him for life.
With inhumane speed you watched Felix appear behind Chan in a split second, his fingers digging themselves into Chan’s neck and throwing him to the ground. It would have been horrific, had it not been Chan, to see Felix mangle his neck to pieces. Chan’s blood was everywhere, staining the grass, coating Felix’s arms, and covering his own now dead body. You felt a heavy weight fall off yourself as you saw Chan lay dead. But still, there was so much blood. You were shaking, the adrenaline and desperation finally dying down. You stumbled over to Felix, ignoring the blood in that moment and just throwing your arms around him.
“I-I’m glad we’re still alive,” you mumbled into his back. Felix still had his hands deep in Chan’s now nonexistent neck. His hands only grappled at the veins now laying in dried blood that had spilled out from his detached body and head. Felix’s eyes were glued to Chan’s, watching them turn cloudy and dull. Chan’s body eventually evaporated into a thin black dust, similar to Felix’s, and absorbed into Felix’s body.
Felix let out a long sign before standing, taking you into his arms. You were tired, so tired. Realization was finally settling in. You hugged Felix close to you once more, before stepping away. Everything about this was a little surreal. “We should probably clean ourselves off now,” You mumbled. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle Felix and celebrate that you were both still alive. Although, one question grew bigger and bigger. What now?
“Okay,” he flexed his hands beside him, the blood flaking off and fluttering back onto the ground. He took your hand into his, and began to walk back toward your home. He seemed dazed, in a fog like state. Out of it. You couldn’t blame him. After all that had just happened, it made sense being a little out of it. You offered him a change of clothes before going and washing all the blood off yourself and changing into clean clothes too. When you were both clean, you simply leaned against Felix with a sigh. That’s when your phone beeped.
It was Minho, a fellow hunter you had completed some missions with in the past. Felix’s eyes glanced to your screen. Who was texting you? “Is something wrong?” His eyes blinked to a slight crimson color before disappearing in seconds. He was a little on edge after everything that happened. You opened the text. Minho was talking about sightings of a demon somewhere in your area, asking if you should team up for a hunt again. You hastily texted him no, and that you were currently taking a break from hunting. You looked at Felix. After all that has happened, you should probably look for a different job.
“Who’s Minho,” Felix inquired in a distasteful voice, but quickly masked it with what seemed to be his exhaustion. “Another hunter?” He cocked his head to the side. Felix seemed extremely drained and tired. He should probably rest soon. You nodded at him. “Yeah, I worked together with him every now and then in the past.” You took a deep breath. The question that had been burning in the back of your mind for a while resurfaced. “So, now that this is over. What are we two now? Do you.. really love me?’ A light blush dusted your cheeks.
“I—“ He almost immediately perked up, his face turning many shades of pink. “I guess that’s what you’d call it,” his fingers picked at the cut on his face, almost as if trying to calm his twitching hands. “Yeah,” he finally caved, giving his head a firm nod. A broad smile blossomed on your face at Felix’s shy confession. “I’m glad,” you mumbled, taking Felix’s hands in yours. Your face fell a little when you saw the cut on his face. You still felt so guilty about it. “I think we should rest now,” you offered, since you were worrying about how dazed Felix seemed. “Yeah, okay,” a grin toyed at the corner of his mouth before his hand grasped at the hem of his shirt in a nervous fashion.
He wasn’t used to clothing like this. He liked it. It smelled like you. Looking at Felix wearing your clothes made you feel warm and fluttery inside. He looked so cute, so human like this. You grinned back at him. Suddenly your phone beeped. Reading the text, you bit your lip. “Minho said he’s going to visit because he’s in the area. Can you pass as a normal human or hide anywhere maybe? I don’t know how he’d react to you.” You were nervously fiddling with your hands.
“Uhh,” he looked down at himself, the various scars littering his body, and his ghostly white skin were certainly not so human. Not to mention his unnatural eye color. “Yeah even I can’t change this,” he shrugged, letting smoke fall from the pores of his skin just to make a point. You let out a short sigh, your hand reaching out to gently run over a few of the scars on his body, being especially careful about where you had hit him with the holy water. “I guess we’ll need to find a way to hide you then when Minho comes…” You bit your lip again. “But how?” You sighed. You were a little bit worried about Felix, you didn’t want him to encounter another hunter.
“If I hide in the ceiling he’ll never find me,” he joked, referring back to the time when he appeared to you upside down. “I’m a master of stealth,” he gave a firm nod with a wink. “But yeah, I’ll probably just have to leave. Or hide in the closet…?” You laughed. “He definitely won’t see you hanging from the ceiling.” You hesitated for a moment. It would probably make the most sense for Felix to leave, but you kind of wanted to know he was here with you... “I’m sure there’s enough space for you in my closet, but it’s your call in the end.” You shrugged a little. “I think you’re forgetting I’m a somewhat high ranked demon,” Felix scoffed in a joking way, his nose scrunching up. “I could survive a day outside, yknow.” He elbowed your shoulder. “But if it makes you feel better I could stay in a closet,”
“Oh, really, could you?” Your tone was teasing, but your smile faded a little seeing all his scars again. “Well like I said, it’s your call. My closet’s really cozy though,” You added teasingly. That’s when you got another text from Minho. You read it, frowning. Had he really just killed Seungmin? “Hey, what’s up?” Felix dropped his joking attitude and switched to a more serious one, his hand going to give your arm a gentle squeeze. “Apparently Minho just killed Seungmin? He saw him lurking around my house…” You blinked.
“Wait, that means he’ll probably be here any minute. You should probably decide where to go now!” You jumped up, a little frazzled. You almost flinched in surprise when the doorbell rang, shooting Felix a look that he should hurry. “Wait—! I thought he was coming tomorrow?” Felix dematerialized himself and you saw the snake like fog whip into the nearest closet, which was in the living room. Hopefully Minho wouldn’t open it…?
“He was probably passing by and saw Seungmin so he wants to talk now,” You kept your voice quiet as you passed the closet, hoping Minho wouldn’t notice you talked to someone. You slowly opened the door, attempting to greet Minho with a friendly smile, but you were too tired for it to look anything other than fake. “Hey Minho, long time no see…” You were nervous. He couldn’t find Felix. “Hey!” Minho gave you a bunny smile, walking into your house. “Is something up..?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, setting down his backpack of gear.
You nervously shifted, your hand subconsciously going to the cut on your arm. “I.. just had a run in with a demon today and now that with the reaper. I’m a bit shaken, that’s all. That’s also the reason I won’t hunt with you. I need a break.” Your voice was a little shaky. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flick to the closet for a moment before looking at Minho again. “Oh, okay.” Minho’s eyes glanced over the cut on your arm. “Hey, you usually never get hurt. What happened?” He cocked an eyebrow curiously, pushing some hair out of his eyes.
You shifted your weight from one foot to another, too preoccupied with worrying about Felix. “I... It was a higher ranking demon than I had expected. And he had said something about a reaper... There’s a good possibility he was working together with the one you killed.. So, thanks for that.” A genuine smile blossomed on your face. You were a bit awkward. You had long gotten over the crush you once had on him, but now it just felt awkward interacting with him sometimes. “Ah! That’s good then,” he gave a soft smile. “I’m glad I could help. Feels like old times,” he laughed a bit. “Are you serious about not wanting to hunt though? I mean, we’ve been doing this since forever now.” He looked a bit disheartened. “I get that you need a break, but would you consider ever coming back to it?”
You were feeling a little bad about all the half truths you were feeding him. You frowned at his sad face. “Honestly, I can’t say at this point. All I know is that I seriously need a break right now…” Again, your eyes flicked to the closet for a moment. “And, I mean, we could still just meet for fun without going after demons, right?” You were nervously fiddling with your hands again. “Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Are you okay? You seem a bit on edge.” Minho knit his brows together, following your eyes to the closet. You panicked a little bit inside seeing Minho's gaze on the closet. “Huh? Oh uh I’m... I guess I’m just still a bit shaken from what happened this afternoon?” Your voice didn’t really sound convincing. You couldn’t meet his eyes. Why were you such a terrible liar in front of Minho?
“Are you sure? Do you wanna sit down?” his hands gently began guiding you to the sofa. He could tell something was off, and he let his eyes linger on the closet for longer than you would’ve liked. “Somethings not right,” he stopped himself. You hesitantly sat down. You couldn’t reveal Felix, you had to take Minho's mind off it somehow. “Everything’s okay, really Minho.” You were waving your hands in front of his face, but stopped when you saw Minho's eyes focused on the coffee table. You had left your parents notes about Felix there. This was bad. You could see the pain and anger shining through Minho's eyes toward the picture.
“I never gave up on trying to find him,” Minho flexed his hands in and out. “I’m still trying to figure out where that thing is,” He spat with disdain. “Please,” he looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Please help me do this, I can’t do it without you,” he took your hands into his. Bold move. You looked down at your hands in Minho’s. You almost thought you’d heard a noise in the closet, but you hoped it was just your imagination. “I….” You looked Minho in the eyes before looking away. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” You swallowed, thinking of Felix’s bright smile and blushy cheeks, fighting the blush rising to your own cheeks.
You pulled your hands away from Minho’s. “You know how dangerous he is…” Minho let out a frustrated sigh. “I need to do this!” He begged. “I can’t live with myself knowing that I couldn’t save my father, or anyone else that may deal with this demon in the future,” he shook his head. “Do you feel something…?” Minho slowly took a glance around the room. You bit your lip. You could feel Felix’s presence getting stronger. Minho mustn’t know that. “I... I’m not sure what you mean?” You fiddled with your hands, refusing to meet Minho's eyes. “Also... that demon, he hasn’t been sighted for a long time. Maybe he isn’t even here anymore? I don’t want you chasing after phantoms, Minho.”
You were scared. Please let Felix stay hidden. “That’s not going to stop me from trying!” He exclaimed. He stopped himself from his outburst, though. “Somethings here,” his hand clenched beside him. “How can you not feel that? After all the hunting we’ve done together?” He seemed to be growing more on edge by second. You were feeling bad for Minho. But you couldn’t let him go after Felix either. “I guess I’m just too exhausted from today?” Your lie sounded weak even to your own ears. Minho's nervousness was catching on to me, even though you knew exactly what was going on, and you started shifting in your seat.
“Maybe you should go now? It’s late after all…” You scratched your arm. “I can’t leave you when something could be lurking!” Minho exclaimed. “I literally just killed that reaper right around your house. It’s not safe here,” You flinched a little at Minho's outburst. The atmosphere was really tense. Sighing, you looked at Minho again. “Maybe we could go somewhere else then? I’m sure you’re just too tense, maybe some dinner will help you?” You just wanted Minho to get away from the closet and Felix. Minho seemed to reel himself back, combing his fingers through his hair.
“Look I just don’t want you getting hurt okay? I want to be here for you,” he looked up with hopeful eyes. “Please, I can’t lose you too.” You smiled at him. “I’m thankful for that, but believe me. Nothings going to happen, and even if it does I can handle myself, okay?” Out of instinct you reached out and patted his hair, something you would’ve done quite often when you were younger. “You should go and rest too.” You urged him. “Just promise you’ll call me if you need anything okay? I’ll hang around in the area,” He plucked up his backpack from the ground. “Get some rest okay? I don’t want you stressing,”
“Sure, I’ll do that. Same goes for you though!” You waved Minho off, smiling. Incredibly relieved that he was finally leaving. The moment he was out of the door and out of sight, the closet door opened. Relieved that Minho hadn’t noticed him, you immediately reached out to pull Felix into a hug. Felix immediately returned the gesture, his body still a bit smokey from just popping back into his physical form. It felt like a warm embrace, the black dust spilling over your skin gently.
“I’m sorry,” he started. “I was having trouble maintaining my gaseous state,” he laughed a bit, his arms tightening around you. The warm moment lasted for what seemed to be years until you heard something. The door opening. Minho left his coat on the hook. The surprised shriek you let out when you saw Minho was probably a bit overdramatic, and you immediately tried to get out of Felix’s embrace to push him back into the closet. His arms were tight around you, and from an outside standpoint it might look like you were struggling to get out of Felix’s grasp. You did look really scared, but what Minho couldn’t know was that you were actually scared for Felix’s life.
Minho almost immediately acted, his instincts kicking in as he yanked out a bottle of Holy water, thrusting it in your direction. It smashed against the nearby wall, splashing all over you and Felix. “Get away!” Minho yelled, his eyes blazing as he pulled his blessed knife out from his belt. He began to rush over toward you. “Minho!” You called out, panicked. When the holy water rained down you tried to shield Felix from it as much as possible, but you still saw some of it had hit him. You wanted to tell Minho to stop, to leave Felix alone, but instead you were frozen with one hand on Felix’s shoulder.
When you saw Minho’s knife coming close, you tried to step in between him and Felix. Felix was on the ground, his skin already blistering from the mass amount of water that had hit him. His arms were curled around himself and his eyes were shut tightly. “What are you doing? We can kill him,” Minho pushed you aside, raising his knife. Your eyes were wide and panicked, tears forming in them. “No, Minho please!” You wrapped yourself around Felix, basically shielding him with your body, your back now turned to Minho. “Don’t!” You sobbed. “Don’t kill him please,” you were shaking. Your heart was hurting both for Felix and for Minho.
“What the fuck?” Minho threw his arms up. “Do you know how much pain he’s caused me? How much pain he caused to your family? Do you even care?” Minho was furious. He finally finds the demon after all these years yet you refuse to let him finally gain revenge. You just shook your head, still frozen in place between Minho and Felix. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the black fog gathering around Felix again. Hoping he would escape, you slowly, almost robotically, kept standing between Minho and Felix. When you saw the black shadows finally vanishing together with Felix, you immediately sank to the floor in relief like a marionette with cut strings.
“What the hell are you doing?” It was Minho’s turn to now have tears in his eyes. “I—“ He grasped a fistful of his hair, his knife clanging to the ground beneath him. “He was right here,” his eyes were crazed and intense. You were sobbing now. “I... I’m so sorry Minho. I couldn't…” You hid your face in your hands. You felt so guilty about this all, though you couldn’t have let Minho harm Felix. You just sat on the floor, hiccupping and shaking your head. This was such a mess.
“I’m so sorry…” Minho looked like he was about to scold you more, but instead, softened and bent down beside you. His arms slowly wrapped around yours, and he hesitantly pulled you in. “It’s—“ he paused. “It’s okay,” I was shaking in Minho's arms. “I’m just so sorry…” You tried to take deep breaths, calm yourself down. After a while you had your breathing under control. You were still worrying about Felix, but you couldn’t look for him until Minho was gone. “I... I’m okay now. You should leave for real now.” You looked at Minho tiredly.
You were so emotionally exhausted you were really close to falling asleep. “B-But he’s here! He’s around I can’t just—“ Minho was frantically arguing with himself. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you,” Minho’s voice cracked in the process. His words broke your heart. You knew how hard it had been for him to lose his father like that, and you were feeling so guilty, tears welled up in your eyes again. You couldn’t do anything but bury your face in Minho’s chest and sob a quiet sorry leaving your lips now and then. When you finally calmed down a little again, you carefully separated yourself from Minho.
“What- what do you propose we do then?” You laced your fingers together. “If you’re okay with it, could I stay here? I’d hate to leave you like this, really. I can’t bear seeing you this way,” he shook his head. “If you don’t want that then I could just find a nearby hotel or something,” he scratched the back of his head. “I…” You hesitated for a moment. “Well, if you’re okay with it you could sleep on the couch. I don’t want you to waste money on a hotel.” You bit your lip. Even though this meant you still couldn’t look for Felix. You were just hoping he’s alright. I could feel a fresh wave of tears welling up and looked away, sighing.
“Cmon, I’ll walk you to your room,” Minho offered his arm for you to take. “You need rest. Sleep late tomorrow okay? I’ll scout around.” He gave your head a pat. “You still know your way around my house?” A small smile grew on your face as you entered your bedroom. “Thank you for everything,” you murmured, trusting that Minho would know what to do. You got ready for bed and then told him good night. You were really incredibly tired, and your eyes closed the moment you were lying down. You could’ve swore you saw a silhouette of Felix in your window, but you were too tired to investigate it.
The next morning you woke up to the smell of breakfast? Seconds later a messy haired Minho slowly walked into your room, holding a plate for you. “Goodmorning,” he said with an awkward smile. At first you thought it was Felix, but then you realized Minho had made breakfast. “Oh..? Morning,” you mumbled, sleepily blinking. You sat up, taking the plate from Minho with a thanks and starting to eat. You still needed to find Felix. “So, what have you planned to do today?” You asked between two bites, trying to sound casual. You were reminiscing about the morning you had spent with Felix, your heart soft at the memory.
“I was just going to scout, see if he is still lurking,” Minho messed with his hair. “I still don’t feel as though it’s safe here. Why was he here in the first place?” Minho began rambling to himself. “Mmh I see,” You nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t know why that is either,” you shrugged. “Maybe this is the chance for Felix to come!” You thought. You stretched, feigning tiredness. “Will you be okay on your own? I think i'm still too exhausted to go with you.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me. Okay?” His fingers tried to smooth down his tousled hair. “I’ll be getting ready to go and probably be out in 15 minutes,” his eyes trailed to your windowsill. You followed his gaze, frowning. “Is something wrong? Also, stay safe out there, yeah?” You got up, wanting to get ready yourself. Hopefully Minho wouldn’t find Felix but you would. You got up to go to the bathroom, taking a deep breath. You were praying that everyone would be safe. “Yeah, I’ll try,” He gave you a nod, heading down to gear up and leave shortly.
You swore before you left your room small wisps of smoke were spilling into your room from the window. Listening carefully if Minho was still downstairs, you stepped into your bedroom again. “Felix?” Seeing him appear in front of you startled you a little, but a relieved smile spread across your face. “I- I'm so glad you’re still here, I’m so sorry,” you moved to hug him again. He dodged your touch, the half of his body still looking bloody and eroded. “Please, don’t.” He spoke curtly, his arm held out to distance the two of you. “Is he still here..?” He looked around in a nervous way, unrevealed anger lingering in his gaze.
You bit your lip, looking away. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, or hurt him by touching him. “He just left the house.” You mumbled, nervously fiddling with your hands. “I’m so sorry Felix, I,” you drew a shuddering breath. You couldn't believe Felix was this injured and that it was your fault. “Is there anyway you can get him to leave?” Felix scratched at the peeling skin on his cheek.
“I’m already getting drunk in his scent and I hate it.” He mumbled beneath his breath. I sighed. “I’m trying, but... He’s already suspicious as it is.” You thought for a moment. “The only thing I could think of would be making him believe you’re somewhere else…” You stopped talking. Minho would immediately leave if he had reason to believe his mother was threatened by Felix, but you didn’t want Felix to put himself into danger again for that. You sighed, your gaze on Felix’s wounds again, biting your lip.
“God I don’t think you have any idea how much I want to strangle him,” his eyes pulsed at this phrase, his fingers twitching. “I just—“ Felix inhaled. “I don’t like him being around here. I feel like there’s another reason as to why he’s sticking around.” You winced at Felix’s words, it was understandable, but you were still worried about both of them. You looked at Felix confused. “Wait, what do you mean there could be another reason?” You tilted your head. You could hear a faint noise from downstairs. Was Minho returning already? Felix didn’t bother waiting to see what it was, as he already began escaping out your window.
It was indeed Minho, looking a bit disheveled but in a way where he still was attractive. Then again, when was Minho ever not? “Are you okay?” He was almost frantic. “I swore I sensed something here,” a year or two ago your heart would have probably skipped a beat at Minho's appearance, but your crush on him had been long gone. You looked out the window for a moment almost longingly before facing him, playing innocent. “I’m not sure what you mean? There was nothing here. Are you okay? You seem quite stressed. I hope your scouting went safely?” You had to get Minho to leave somehow. But how?
“I— yeah, I’m fine. There wasn’t anything around,” he scratched the back of his neck, an embarrassed look playing at his face. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he looked back up at you to meet your gaze. You swore you heard Felix silently gag at this comment. You had to suppress a smile at Felix’s reaction. “Well that’s good then,” I awkwardly shifted your weight. “Have you thought about what you plan on doing now? I’d assume Fe- that demon is probably far away at some other place now, don’t you think?” You fiddled your hands, trying to look concerned. “What if he’s going after someone else now?” It was kind of a low blow, but you just needed Minho to leave.
“I just don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” He shook his head. “It was already a close call when I luckily forgot my jacket. I don’t want anything to happen like that again.” He paused before restarting. “If you think it is gone then I’ll leave.” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from correcting Minho. He, not it. “It’s okay, I can handle myself, yeah? I promise something like that isn’t going to happen again. And yes, I'm convinced he’s moved on by now. Wouldn’t make sense for him to stick around after all. Just go. Text me how it goes, but I assure you that you’re not gonna find that demon here.” You were all but shoving Minho out of the house with your words, but you didn’t care at that moment.
“Alright,” Minho reluctantly nodded. “Update me though, okay? I’m still worried.” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder before beginning to pack up his things. This time, he grabbed his jacket too. He was halfway out the door before he turned back. “All good?” “Yeah yeah, I will. As long as you do too.” You nodded kind of impatiently at Minho. “Yes, everything’s fine, okay?” This time you carefully watched him leave, only going back inside and waiting for Felix. When you were sure Minho was gone- and that he didn’t leave anything behind this time. You let out a sigh of relief. You didn't hear or see any sign of Felix.
Did he not stick around? He only just left out from the window. You pondered for a few seconds, thinking of where he could be when you heard a scream rip out through the silence. A gunshot followed, and then suddenly, nothing. It was in the direction of your front door. Fear ran through you. Out of instinct, you grabbed a knife before hurrying to the front door. Your heart was beating out of your chest. What had happened? You were so worried about Felix.
Slowly you approached the front door, trying to look at what was expecting me before being seen yourself. You saw Felix standing over a body, head hung low, and gun in hand. He dropped the weapon before turning to face you. His eyes were blazing and smog was spilling down his shoulders and onto the ground. He didn’t seem to be hurt at all though, you couldn’t say the same for the other one— Minho. It was Minho.
You slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent the ragged breaths that threatened to escape. You could hear Felix’s footsteps growing louder and approaching your location. You hugged your legs closer to you, ever so slightly leaning farther backward into the shadowed crevasse you managed to escape to. A bead of sweat rolled down your face and you could feel your body beginning to tremble.
You began asking yourself, how long had it been since you had seen sunlight? When was the last time you took in a fresh gulp of air? Or felt rain against your skin? These thoughts alone were enough to keep you chasing after freedom. The footsteps subsided in the damp basement, but you knew better than to give yourself away yet. You slowly gathered what little courage you had left and began to crawl out of your hiding spot. You could practically feel terror ripping through your veins when you finally stood up.
A part of you knew he was still here, somewhere, but you had to keep going. You had barely managed to take a step or two out from your hiding place when you heard glass shattering a room over. Your head snaps around toward the noise, but stops when your eyes are greeted with the staircase.
With adrenaline now coarsing through your system and the exit in sight you bolt, making a beeline for the stairs. As you approach the top of the stairs your breath hitches when you look down. A slightly sweaty Felix skids into the stairwell, knocking his shoulder against the wall abruptly to stop his momentum. A look of frenzied horror is painted across his features.
“Please you can’t leave me alone—!”He begs, his legs already pounding up the stairs. You don’t think twice about escaping the stairwell and promptly slamming the door to the basement shut. Your hands are shaking as you twist the lock and scramble toward the front of the house. The halls are dark and narrow, leaving you nearly blindly running toward freedom. You let out a sharp gasp of pain when your hip collides with a small wooden table sitting against the wall. You wince, continuing to stumble toward the door in front of you.
As soon as your finger tips meet the cool metal handle your legs are kicked out from under you. A shriek erupts from your throat when you feel your back smack against the floor. You wince in pain, your eyes squinting open only to be met with the sight of your crazed ‘boyfriend’.
“___ you can’t leave me, I won’t let you!” His voice is quivering a few octaves above his normal tone.
You flail your legs in an attempt to distance yourself, landing a firm strike to his shoulder. He lets out a yelp, grabbing at your ankles until he succeeds and jerks you toward him.
Your upper body is yanked down into the floor, the back of your head smacking against the wood floor. Your vision blurs for a split second, and when you regain sight Felix is towering over your body. You waste no time beginning to launch punches up toward his face. Felix fights against your attacks before curling his fingers around your forearms. He forces your arms down beside your head, his weight too much to overcome.
“Why can’t you just stay by my side? Do you not love me anymore? Was I not enough?” His voice cracks with every question, his tears falling onto your cheeks. His nails dig into your arm, leaving crescent shapes indented into your skin.
You let out a cry, writhing underneath him.
“I don’t know what I did wrong— I did everything right so why would you try and leave me?” Felix sobs, his expression of despair quickly turning to rage.
“I can’t live my life like this!” You choke, tears falling from the corners of your eyes. “I want my own life away from you!” You hiss, hatred laced in your voice.
With what little strength you find left in your body, you buck your hips up, throwing Felix off of your abdomen.
When you clamber to your feet he’s already up from the ground. Wasting no time you yank the door handle toward you, squinting as the harsh sunlight floods your vision. You scream as you slam the door shut, your trembling legs lurching forward and carrying you away from the dreaded house and man that kept you hostage.
Felix throws the door open and staggers outside. It doesn’t take him long to nearly catch up with your pace. You don’t dare to look back, focusing only on the street that awaits you.
It seemed as if the universe was on your side when your eyes traveled to the lone police car that sat at the traffic intersection.
“Hel—!” You manage to speak before a pair of arms wraps around your waist and you’re dragged down onto the grass. You and Felix both scream in pain as your bodies fall into the unforgiving earth. You’re locked in another fist fight on the ground, struggling to escape the iron grip he has on you.
“Felix this is wrong!” You cry, attempting to pry his fingers off of your body.
“I won’t live without you— I won’t! I can’t,” Felix tightens his grip, pulling you closer into his embrace.
“We can go back inside the house and forget this ever happened, yeah? No more fighting?” His voice is pleading with you, he’s growing desperate.
“___ I can’t function without you— I’ll die without you,” He growls in a devestated tone.
“Without you there’s no reason for me to breathe.”
In a frantic attempt to free yourself, you roll on top of Felix, slamming your elbow into his rib cage.
He exhales sharply as the wind is knocked out of him. His arms loosen just enough for you to rip them off of you. You drag yourself away from him to widen the distance, gasping for air.
Before Felix has the chance to reach for you again, flashing red and blue lights partnered with an oddly comforting siren greet you.
I know my writing is rusty + and I quickly wrote this but heRE have content :,))
“You can’t do this—!” Demon! Felix yanked his hand away from the salt circle that burned at his fingertips.
“BITCH watch me, you just shattered my TV,” You pointed an accusatory finger toward the now shattered television that lay on the floor. “What you thought you could kick me out of this apartment just cause you’re a ‘scary demon’” You rolled your eyes at the trapped boy. “Didn’t think I could catch you hmm?” You taunted, standing right outside of the barrier. “You chose the wrong person to pick on,” You stuck out your tongue before going to clean up the mess your house guest had made.
“Come on! We’re gonna be late,” Felix takes your arm into his hands and attempts to yank you off from your bed. He groans and turns his head to face your clock. “It’s literally 7:33 oh my god we’re never gonna make it—“ He turns back to you only to be met with a kiss. “Good morning to you too,” you laugh softly, still barely awake.
Felix slowly tiptoes into your room, the moonlight spilling over your delicate sleeping form. You can hear his feet scurry across the floor and feel your bed dip beside you. The warmth of his chest meets your back and you feel his arm drape across your waist.
Warning(s): Obsessive themes, Violence, Swearing, Bullying, Drug Use
Genre: Yandere, High School AU
< I do not condone this type of behavior !! This is purely meant to be a fictional representation of said person/character :) >
[Chapter 2]
Chapter 1, Chapter 2,
Summary: Everyday on the way to school you’d always be met with the sight of a young boy being beaten down in your school’s alley way. It was a sickening sight, and he’d always attempt to cover his bruises and cuts in class with baggy clothing and long sleeves. But today, you wouldn’t let this happen again. You decided to be brave.
How naive of you.———————————————————————-
“Hey!” You chased the boy down the crowded hallway, weaving in and out of strangers. “Wait—!” You stumbled up to him, taking a deep breath. “What’s your name?” You huffed, adjusting the books between your hands to fit more comfortably.
“Look,” he yanked you aside to a nearby wall, escaping out from the sea of people. “Thank you for helping me out, really,” he held his hands out. “But you don’t need to worry about me anymore,” he shut his eyes tightly. “I’m not your responsibility,” he muttered before continuing.
“Hanging around me is social suicide,” he sighed, “I’m a nobody to everyone, and I don’t want you to suffer because of me. You don’t need to pretend to care, or pity the bullied kid, alright?”
“I’m not pitying the bullied kid,” You held your fingers up in quotes. “I genuinely want to be your friend.” You placed your hands on your hips, meeting his gaze with fire.
“I— Fine,” his head hung in defeat. “Felix,” he coughed. “What?” You knit your brows together. “My name is Felix,” he took in a deep breath. “Well, it’s nice to officially meet you,” you offered an outstretched hand, to which he hesitantly took. “Here,” you handed him a folded slip of paper.
“Is this a drug,” Felix cocked an eyebrow at you. “W-what? No! It’s my phone number,” your face flushed a dark red in embarassment, “I don’t need you saying things like this outloud, I’m not a druggie,” you huffed.
“Whatever you say,” He shrugged, pushing the paper into his back pocket. “So... I guess I’ll see you around then?” He bit at his bottom lip a bit, a nervous habit. “Yeah, just drop me a text if you need anything.” Your eyes flicked up toward a nearby school clock. “Oh shit— shoot I mean, I gotta go,” you point in the direction of your class before scurrying off into the hallway.
Felix shook his head and smiled to himself.
Maybe, for once in his pathetic life, he’d found someone who actually cares about him.
It was a gift to him that he’d never let go.
The next week or so you found yourself growing closer and closer to the boy named Felix. It had taken him a while to gather the courage to text you, or maybe he forgot. You didn’t want to believe he forgot about you, though.
The two of you became inseperable, and you often hung out with him during school and after school. Whether the two of you were doing homework or just merely chatting.
It was nice for you, the two of you easily clicked so fast. You never thought you’d meet someone who posessed the same interests and hobbies as you. It was a dream.
But for Felix, Oh. He relished in every moment he saw you. Just existing in the same room, breathing the same air sent waves of happiness over him. Like he was a seashell and you were the ocean engulfing his whole being. He loved it. He loved you. It was such an odd feeling to him, but he was addicted.
