I just red a fic about chan as a demon and when I tell you drove me insane like imagine chan with black horns and dark eyes and a tail and dark wings *screams*
For example he is just randomly in hell and suddenly he is being summoned by you so he is standing in your bedroom in black dress pants and matching black shirt the top buttons undone and when he sees you sitting on the floor with the book on your lap looking at him with big eyes Chan probably fell in love with you right then and there. He holds his hand out and helps you get up one of his hands on your waist to help you stand properly. You’re probably still in awe because you didn’t think it would work and secondly you didn’t expect a demon to be this pretty the curls that frame is big dark horns and the set of wings on his back combined with the tail that’s swishing behind him in interest… chan’s soft brown eyes stare at you when he asks in a soft voice why you summoned him and you shyly look down on the floor telling him you felt lonely. Since that day chan often comes out of hell to see your sweet smile. And when you both realise your feelings for each other he probably won’t be able to keep his hands to himself or his lips. He adores you…the way your eyes light up when he suggests watching your favourite movie and ordering dinner. He doesn’t need to eat food but he does it for you and when you sit on his lap just looking at him as if he was your universe he is melting how cute you look. Demon Chan also enjoys the feeling of your hands in his hair playing with his curls and touching his horns…and when you hold them while riding him? Chan can’t hold himself back anymore😮💨
Thanks for listening to my Demon Chan thoughts :)
yeah im definitely not fine after this YOURE INSANE FOR PLANTING DEMON CHAN INTO MY THOUGHTBOX RN!!!!!!
Demon!Chan smut below cut mdni 18+
Demon Chan waits for the night that you finally, finally, give in and let him feel you. He warns you that once he's inside of you, you'll never be able to shake the dark urge that will grow within. Nevertheless, you've not been scared of him thus far and you don't see it happening.
We thought human Chan had a big cock, but demon Chan's cock is something to be terrifyingly excited for. There are intense ridges to him, his tip constantly angry, ready to just tear into your little cunt. The first time it happens, his dark eyes sparkle, the vein in his forehead darkening with his lust.
He grabs you and pushes you to the bed, your screams morphing into moans in your throat.
"Do you trust me, Y/n?" he says, his teeth barred, but his voice cautious and protective.
It was never a question for you. "Yes," you breathe.
As you perch over him on the couch, his cock is throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own, waiting to be pushed inside of your cunt. He's never felt a human before you, and his mind races with the adrenaline of feeling your cunt.
His tip aligns to your opening as he breaches you, his girth bullying in your cunt is unimaginable to the human eye, yet somehow fitting perfectly inside of you.
As your hips press into his, the bulge in your tummy becomes aparent.
He's so big.
"Your little human cunt is too small for my cock, hm?" he says, holding you with his veiny hands, eyes dark as hell on yours.
Once you set your own pace, you instinctually grab his horns to steady yourself. The dark growl that emanates from his throat is not something you'd ever head from him before.
"D-don't do that," he squeezes his eyes tight, "or I won't be able to control myself." His last words sound in your mind like a warning destined to be forgotten.
With your hands around his horns, you speed up, watching as he fades into demon Chan like you've never seen him before. His cheekbones are shadowy, sharper, his lips open in a snarl, his lips painted in a lusty red.
Within a second, you're bucked off of his lap, off of the couch and against the wall.
"Ch-Chan!" you wail, feeling him press his heavy body into yours on the wall.
Plunging back in, his teeth grow an inch, as they graze your delicate skin. "More Ch-Chan m-more," you yelp, in a swirl of pain and pleasure.
Anonymous asked: hi rocket, I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you would consider writing a seventeen story (I don’t care what member/s) which is a demon/angel au? or perhaps fallen angels?
Characters: Chan x female reader (featuring Seventeen)
Genre/warnings: demon au, angel au, angst, some fluff religious stuff
Word count: 4,996
Summary: “You have to promise me that you will never follow me. I don’t care if you ever miss me or want to see me, you don’t say anything that gets you in trouble. Do you understand? You promise me that you’ll do as you’re told. You don’t belong anywhere else but here where nothing could ever hurt you.”
“I promise.”
a/n: I know I said I was making a fallen angel au for Yanan and I still am but I got distracted by this request that’s been in my inbox forever and it gave me inspiration (and yes, there will be a spinoff with Jeonghan and Seungcheol)
**EDIT: here’s the spinoff for JeongCheol!!!
Hansol tugged on your hand, his classic gummy smile on his face as he brought you to the place you were supposed to have been ten minutes ago -- as always, Hansol made you late. But with the giggle that passed his lips, how could you be mad about it?
The two of you were face-to-face with Seungcheol, who didn’t really look too pleased, but you knew it was your own fault. You let Hansol distract you on the way here (”No, we don’t need to teleport! Let’s walk and look at the flowers!”) so Seungcheol was stuck waiting around for you.
“I have good news, and bad news,” Seungcheol stated, his hands clasped together in front of him.
“Good news first!” Hansol chirped.
“You’ll get to visit the mortals today.”
Both of your faces brightened. It had been a while since you got to go run around among the humans, and you kind of missed it. Despite the bad that came with humanity, you liked to try to find the good -- you did that with most anything.
“Wait,” your smile faltered slightly, “what’s the bad news?”
Seungcheol sighed, “The uncleaned souls have escaped, and you need to find them in the mortal world.”
Hansol frowned, “How did they get out?”
“We’re looking into it. For now, they’ll need to be caught and brought back.”
“There’s so many,” you said quietly. “How do we get them all?”
“There will be multiple groups of angels and demons going out to--”
“Demons?!” Hansol gasped. “Why demons?”
“Some of those souls belong to them, too,” Seungcheol stated. “Besides, there’s way too many for us to handle on our own. We need the help.”
“I’m not working with demons, am I?”
“Everybody has to.”
Hansol groaned, but you didn’t care either way. You were more worried about getting the souls back. Besides, you already knew not to do anything a demon told you to do. You’d seen other angels get tricked, and it never ended well for them. You weren’t going to end up like that.
Unfortunately, you weren’t put in a group with any of your friends. Actually, you weren’t working with any angels at all. It would just be you and a small handful of demons, which you didn’t care, you were just a bit shy. However, you were sure that you’d still get the job done no matter what, so you went down to earth to meet them.
Already waiting were four demons. One had cat-like eyes with pink hair, another had sharp features and a bright smile that he greeted you with, another was tall and thin with dark hair that hung in his face, and the fourth looked like he belonged up in Heaven with you with his perfectly styled blond hair, and beautiful face. It was the first one that stood up from the table they sat at in the cafe to greet you.
“You must be the-- the...one...working for...Him,” he said, choosing his words carefully since you were in public. He let out a chuckle before holding out his hand to shake. “I’m Joshua. Nice to meet you.”
Despite having a completely harmless smile on his face, just the way his eyes glinted showed a hint of mischief that intrigued you. Nevertheless, you took his hand and shook it politely, “I’m _____.”
Joshua introduced you to the other three: Seokmin, Minghao, and Jeonghan. They all seemed nice enough, looking like they were just here to get things done without any sort of quarrel. However, there did seem to be one problem before you got started.
“If Channie would just show up on time, we could go,” Jeonghan sighed, his chin resting in his hand that was propped up on the table by his elbow.
“Oh, there’s another one?” you asked as Minghao gestured for you to sit between him and Seokmin.
Joshua nodded with a dry laugh, “Yeah, and he’s always late. Guess we should’ve expected this.”
“It’s okay,” you shrugged, “I have lots of friends who are never on time. It doesn’t bother me at all.”
You weren’t even on time to see Seungcheol that morning. You had Hansol who was always late because he was never paying attention -- or paying too much attention to other things -- Mingyu who was easily distracted, and even Junhui who was too busy enjoying other things to ever be on time for anything.
There was one person who had always made you late without fail because you were always with him -- and you were the reason he made the two of you late. However, despite still missing him, you chose not to think about him. It hurt too much.
But in that same second that the thought crossed your mind and was gone, it was brought back to the forefront. Before you was standing that very person you wanted to forget because remembering him hurt too much. He looked the same as ever, just with different clothes and a harder expression on his face. That expression softened, though, as soon as his eyes -- that you remembered to be blue but were now dark -- landed on you.
“_____?” he asked, looking just as innocent as you remembered him.
“Chan,” you breathed out. “Hi...”
“Hey,” he let out an airy chuckle. “It’s been a while.”
The four other demons looked between the two of you as you just stared at each other. You weren’t paying any attention to their faces, but you were sure that they were completely dumbfounded.
“You two know each other?” Jeonghan asked.
Chan’s expression shifted from innocent and surprised, to a mischievous smirk as his eyes shifted to his friends, “Remember when you asked me what I was banished for? She’s the reason.”
You felt a pang in your heart hearing it even though you already knew. You still remembered that day vividly in your mind even though you tried your best not to think about it. But seeing Chan in front of you, all your mind did was fill with thoughts of him and how things used to be before he was banished -- not even to become a fallen angel, but banished straight to Hell.
“As much as I would love to reminisce on your angel days,” Minghao began, standing up from his chair, “we have a job to get done, and I’d rather do it sooner rather than later. Humans freak me out.”
“Right,” Jeonghan nodded, taking one final sip from his coffee before standing up as well. “Let’s get going, kids.”
“We’re not kids,” Seokmin whined, getting up with everyone else to follow.
But you hung back because Chan’s stare was keeping you in place. Seeing his face after so long almost made you want to cry, but it definitely made your heart flutter.
“I missed you,” he told you softly.
But because of your promise, all you could do was nod before following him out of the cafe.
-
After not seeing Chan for two years, you thought things would be awkward. You thought you would’ve seen him in a different light or that he would’ve changed, but it was like nothing was different. You seemed to pick up where you left off, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It made your heart hurt knowing that after all the souls were caught, you’d never see him again. That was another thought you tried to lock at the back of your mind, though.
“How’ve you been?” you asked one day while you were taking a break.
The six of you were at a park, sitting in the grass. Joshua, Joenghan, Minghao, and Seokmin seemed a bit uneasy being around humans, so they kept themselves invisible to them, keeping their distance. You and Chan, however, didn’t care. Your wings were tucked away into your shoulders, and your halo was hidden to blend in. Chan had never seen you looking so normal before, and it made him feel almost sad. It was like looking at you if you were stripped of your angel status, and that was a thought he didn’t want to have.
At your question, Chan shrugged, “Pretty good, actually. Haven’t really been doing much lately, though. It’s kinda boring, but I’ve had a lot of free time to do whatever I feel like. What about you? Is He still enforcing a shit ton of rules?”
“You know those rules will always be in place,” you told him with a soft laugh, tucking some hair behind your ear.
“They’re so fucking dumb,” he said under his breath, shaking his head. He let out a harsh laugh, sitting back against his hands as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “I can’t believe I went along for it as long as I did. Seriously, he thinks that He should be held above everybody else? Forbid somebody falls in love and tries to be happy, right?”
“Chan, I’m not comfortable with--”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, looking over at you with soft eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m just...still angry with Him. I think I’m always going to hate Him.”
“I’m sorry,” you said just above a whisper.
He licked his lips, his brows furrowing slightly like he was unsure if he should say what he wanted to. But who cared? There wouldn’t be any consequences if he said it, and he wanted you to know it anyway.
“You know I still love you, right?” he asked, his voice soft, and his eyes still full of that fondness that he used to always look at you with.
Your heart swelled, “You do?”
“I do,” he smiled, taking in every detail of your face -- you hadn’t changed at all. “I always will, _____.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he quickly placed a hand over it, giving you a stern look, “Don’t. Don’t say anything. You promised.”
So you kept your mouth closed, but you wanted so badly to scream out how you felt, too.
-
“Do you ever wonder why we have these rules?” Chan asked one day as the two of you sat together. His wings were relaxed at his sides, the white feathers brushing against your arm. “I mean, I know He made them, so that’s why they’re there, but why did He make them?”
“Why do you ask?” you wondered, looking away from the mortal world the two of you were looking down upon to study your best friend’s face.
“Look at them,” he said with a soft smile, nodding down to the humans. “All of those couples. Despite some of their situations not being great, they’re still happy because they’re with the one they love. They can freely express that love, too.”
You already knew where this was going. Even you could tell Chan had feelings for you, and he knew you felt the same way. You could never say it or show it in ways the humans could, but you both just knew. It was the connection the two of you had.
“Chan--”
He looked up from the world below him, his blue eyes serious, “_____, I’m tired of keeping this in. I shouldn’t have to.”
“And what about me?”
Chan suddenly gripped your upper arms tightly, his eyes piercing into yours as his face was only inches away, “You have to promise me that you will never follow me. I don’t care if you ever miss me or want to see me, you don’t say anything that gets you in trouble. Do you understand? You promise me that you’ll do as you’re told. You don’t belong anywhere else but here where nothing could ever hurt you.”
After lots of thinking, Chan had realized that the rule to never love anybody other than God was a stupid rule. The more he dwelled on the rules put in place for the angels, the more angry he was with God for making them. He also realized that he loved you too much to keep it in anymore. He refused to abide by a rule that kept him from loving you, so he wouldn’t go along with it anymore.
He knew what that meant. He would have his halo removed, his wings ripped from him, and he would fall to earth where he would stay. He would be away from you, but he could be free. But he refused to take you with him. Heaven was safe, and the mortal world had things that could hurt you. He knew the process would be painful, too, and he refused to see you go through that. You deserved to be up here, even if he couldn’t be with you.
With a quivering lip, realizing that Chan really was going to do this, you nodded, whispering, “I promise.”
With that, Chan leaned in, pressing his soft, warm lips to yours. You felt electricity and warmth spread through you, and despite your body wanting to so desperately, you didn’t hold onto him. He cupped your cheek and held you close to him, but you kept your arms at your sides, your hands balled into fists.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, “I love you, _____. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone. That will never change, no matter what.”
You felt him being pulled away from you, and you knew why. He had broken a rule, and he was going to get punished for it.
“Chan--”
“No,” he cut you off as he started to slip away from you, “don’t say anything. You promised.”
And then he was gone.
-
He knelt down, surrounded by witnesses. He was held in place by two other angels who you recognized as Seungcheol and Wonwoo. Hansol sat by your side, holding your hand to comfort you as silent tears slipped down your face.
“You’ve broken a rule, Chan,” God’s voice boomed, though you couldn’t see him. “You’ve fallen in love, proclaiming that you love them more than anything and anyone.”
“I have,” Chan admitted, staring across the white floor beneath him. “I’ll even say it again: I love _____; I love her more than anybody here, and I love her more than the asshole who made the rule saying I can’t tell her that I love her.”
You heard a soft collective gasp from the language he used. Nobody had ever spoken to or about God in such a way, and it was alarming to them. God, however, seemed unfazed when he spoke again.
“You also kissed her,” He recalled.
“I did,” he nodded, “but she didn’t do anything. It was all me.”
“I’m well aware. However, she is here to witness this.”
Chan glared up at the white, sparkling clouds above him, “That’s fucked up and you know it. We’re best friends, and you’re making her watch this?! Fuck you!”
“Chan--”
“No, I’m done listening to you! You’re pretty fucking full of yourself if you think people should hold you above all else, y’know. Why can’t we love who we want and be happy, huh? Why do you have to make up some dumb fucking rules and--”
“Silence!” God ordered, causing the benches to shake, and silence to fill the room. Even Chan dropped his head at the booming voice. “If you’re going to talk like a demon, then maybe you should be one.”
“What?” you gasped softly.
Hansol held you tighter, afraid you’d stand up and say or do something that would get you in trouble, too.
“I hereby sentence Lee Chan to be banished to Hell, where he will become a demon to suffer in the Underworld for all eternity. Please remove his halo and his wings.”
“No,” you whimpered, clinging to Hansol like your soul depended on it.
You had to watch as Seungcheol took the softly glowing halo from Chan’s head, letting it smash onto the ground into small shards. But you refused to watch as the two boys grabbed onto Chan’s white wings and pulled, using large, regal-looking swords to assist in getting the wings off.
You buried your face in Hansol’s shoulder, sobbing silently into his pristine white shirt as Chan’s screams of pain filled your ears. Chan’s white clothes stained blood red, as well as everything around him -- including Seungcheol and Wonwoo.
The two boys took him under his arms and began dragging him over to where they’d send him off to Hell. As he was dragged across the floor, he called you your name, making you look up. Although you could hardly see through your tears, you still watched him until the three boys were in the elevator and out of your sight.
“_____!” Chan called. “I love you! Please don’t do anything stupid! Keep your promise for me!”
They descended, and soon, Chan’s cries were no longer heard.
-
You only had another day left with Chan before all of the souls were supposed to be completely collected. There were only a few left, and you were clearly upset because you would never see Chan again after this. Seungcheol had found out that you were in a group with Chan, and so when he saw that you had been acting off lately, he knew why.
“_____.”
His voice startled you, making you jump a bit as you sat on a bench. Your “shift” to collect souls had ended half an hour ago, but you weren’t ready to go back home yet. For some reason, you felt closer to Chan when you were on earth. Maybe it was because it meant you were closer to the place he had to go back to. Either way, when you didn’t return, Seungcheol decided to go look for you.
“I’m sorry,” your immediate instinct was to apologize for being late -- you were always late now that you were with Chan again because the two of you tended to draw out the task everyday to spend more time together. “I know I should’ve been back already, I just needed to think.”
“I know what’s going on with you,” Seungcheol nodded, putting an arm around your shoulders, “and I understand.”
“No you don’t,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“I do,” he stated, looking down at you seriously. You looked up into his clear blue eyes, and he patted your knee. “You don’t have to tell me if you really do love him or not, but I think you should stop listening to what Chan tells you to do. I think you should do what you think is right; what you feel in your heart.”
You shook your head, “Not to sound rude, Seungcheol, but how can you give me advice when you’ve never been in a situation like this before?”
“You don’t know everything about me, _____,” Seungcheol smiled softly. “Just think about what I said, okay? Really think about it. Don’t stress over anything that you’ll regret not doing later.”
Seungcheol got up, saying he would give you some space while you thought. But before he disappeared, he stopped and turned around, “Oh, and _____?”
“Hmm?” you looked up from your lap.
“Tell Jeonghan I said hi,” he winked before he disappeared.
-
It was the last day, meaning it was the last time that you’d ever see Chan again. You couldn’t even enjoy it, though, because you had thought long and hard about the advice Seungcheol had given you, and that was still all you could focus on. Your palms were clammy, your body was full of nervousness, and you hardly even said anything to anybody all day.
While most of the demons minded their business, Chan noticed the quietness. You had also seemed to be distancing yourself from him that day, and it made him upset. Was it because you’d have to say goodbye that afternoon? Was it because you realized that a demon and an angel just couldn’t be near each other? Had he done something wrong? Or was it because you still did love him, and you were just upset that he’d have to leave again? He wanted to ask, but he figured it was better that he didn’t know. He also knew that even if it was the latter, you’d never tell him -- you promised.
Despite keeping to yourself, the day seemed to fly by as if you had talked to Chan the whole time -- talking to him always made time feel like it went by faster than it did. Soon enough, the sun was setting, and you were being called back to go home, never to see the demons again.
“It was nice meeting you,” Joshua told you, sounding sincere as he shook your hand. “Thank you for the help.”
“Thank you, too,” you mustered up a smile, nodding to him.
“You were actually pretty fun to be around,” Seokmin grinned, taking his turn to say goodbye.
“Yeah, I get why Chan likes you so much,” Minghao smirked, nudging the shorter boy with his shoulder.
Jeonghan stepped up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Despite always having a devilish smirk on his face, and a playful glint in his eyes, he gave you a serious look.
“Seeing you again has made Chan happier than I’ve ever seen him,” he told you, his voice low. “I don’t know if you feel the same toward him, but if you do...don’t let him go.”
You nodded slowly as Jeonghan dropped his hand. Before he stepped away, though, you spoke up.
“Jeonghan?”
“Hmm?”
“Seungcheol says hi.”
The smirk was back on his face again, but this time, it was warmer. He shook his head, “He really didn’t forget.”
As Jeonghan walked away, he shooed the other three demons away as well, leaving you and Chan alone. He hesitated before he approached you, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
After a beat of silence, Chan took a breath, kicking the leaves beneath his feet lightly, “I wish this day never came.”
You stayed silent.
At your silence, he looked up from the ground to you, a soft smile on his face, “You don’t know how happy I am that you kept your promise. It’s really great knowing that you’re still safe and happy where you are. What happened to me... _____, I’d never want you to feel that kind of pain. I don’t know what I’d do.”
You stayed silent.
“I just--” Chan sighed, taking his hands out of his pockets, unable to keep himself from reaching out to you. He took both of your hands in his, looking into your eyes. “I want you to remember that I’ll always love you. Even if we never see each other again, you’re the only person I’ll love like this for all eternity.”
‘This is it,’ you thought to yourself, ‘It’s the last time I’ll ever see him again. It’s now or never.’
You opened your mouth, but Chan quickly put a hand over your mouth. His expression was pained because as much as he wanted to be selfish and have you go with him, he knew this was what was best for you.
“_____, don’t...”
You nodded slowly, speaking as his hand fell from your lips, “I know, I promised not to say anything.”
“Good,” Chan nodded, his hands falling back down to his sides again. “Good... Then...I guess this is it.”
You took in a deep breath, “I guess so.”
“Goodbye, _____.”
You let it out.
In an instant, you closed all distance between you and Chan, your bodies pressed together. Your arms were around his neck as your lips pressed to his in a kiss that you’d been wanting to give him since before he was even banished from Heaven.
Chan froze, his eyes wide. While he wanted this more than anything, he was absolutely terrified for you now. You’d just ruined everything for yourself, and it frightened him. He wouldn’t even be there to help you when you were confronted.
A few yards away, the four other demons were watching. Minghao, Seokmin, and Joshua were shocked. Jeonghan smiled to himself.
Above, Seungcheol was watching it all -- he’d been watching you all day. Like Jeonghan, he was smiling.
You pulled away from Chan, keeping your arms around him. You looked up into his fear-stricken eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile even though you knew what was coming next.
“I never promised not to do anything,” you told him quietly. “I’m not losing you a second time. I love you too much to be away from you anymore.”
“_____,” his voice was panicked as he saw the white, sparkly dust appear around you. His engulfed you tightly, hoping that somehow he could just keep you with him instead of having you go off to endure the worst pain of your life. But there was nothing he could do to go against God, even now. “_____, no!”
You disappeared in his arms, leaving him falling to his knees and staring up at the sky, shouting every profanity in the book.
-
“_____,” His voice resonated through the large room, “do you love the demon known as Lee Chan?”
“Yes,” you replied plainly, “I do.”
You expected all of this since you saw it all happen with Chan. You expected the large gathering, the questions, and the two angels standing on either side of you. You’d seen and heard it all before, so you were at least slightly less scared. But you knew that when your wings were removed, and you were tossed down to earth, that all of that would be excruciatingly painful.
As the trial went on, you didn’t look at anybody. You knew there were some friends of yours that were watching with sad eyes -- Hansol who was there to comfort you after Chan was banished, Mingyu who was always there for warm hugs and loud laughs, and Junhui who was possibly one of the kindest people you’d ever known -- but you didn’t want to have those looks on their faces be your last memories of them. Your last memory of Chan for two years was the trial, and you didn’t want to ruin your last memories of your other friends.
After what felt like an eternity, you heard that sentence that would make everything final.
“I hereby sentence _____ _____ to be banished to earth to be a fallen angel for all eternity. Please remove her halo and wings.”
You heard your halo smash on the floor beside you, but you kept your eyes trained on the floor. It wasn’t until you felt the tugging that you braced yourself for the pain to come.
The swords plunged into your shoulder blades as the tugging got harder. You let out a blood curdling scream, drowning out the noise of your wings being torn from the root. Every muscle in your back felt like it was on fire, and the air that hit the open wounds stung like salt being dumped in continuously.
As you were dragged over to the hatch you’d be dropped through, you were already starting to sleep out of consciousness -- you weren’t sure if it was from blood loss or the pain. Red trailed along the floor as you were dragged, your eyes keeping on the stained floor as your eyelids began to drop.
As the hatch was opened, the last thing you heard was God calling Seungcheol’s name.
-
The voices you heard sounded muffled and far away, but you could at least feel yourself slowly coming to. You were aware that there were people around you, and that you were warm. You were aware of a dull ache in your back, and of somebody gripping your hand in their’s.
“...come to soon,” you could make out somebody saying.
“What about Seungcheol?” another voice asked.
Seungcheol? What about Seungcheol? Wait, you had heard God calling for him, so had Seungcheol gotten in trouble for something too? But he was one of God’s favorites, there’s no way Seungcheol could’ve done anything wrong.
“I cleaned his out already,” a voice said. “_____’s lucky that she landed the way she did. Cheol was crying and yelling. I felt bad because he was begging me to stop, but it would get infected if I didn’t clean it.”
“Well, duh,” another voice scoffed. “Cleaning out a wound that deep is gonna hurt like a bitch.”
Finally, you had control over your eyes. You fluttered them a few times before you managed to blink them open, being greeted by a warm, dim light. Then somebody leaned over you, and your eyes adjusted to make out the features of Chan’s beautiful face above you.
He brought you back to the Underworld with him after him and the others stumbled across you and Seungcheol -- he was banished with you because God had caught onto him and Jeonghan, though nobody really knew the story behind that one other than the two of them. You were laying down on a towel on the floor, the blood from your back soaking into it until your new black wings would come in. But all that mattered to you was that you were finally with Chan.
“_____,” he sighed in relief, his hand that wasn’t in yours stroking your cheek. “Fuck, you’re awake. If you weren’t bleeding so much, I’d yell at you so much. I can’t believe you did this to yourself!”
Despite how groggy you felt, you smiled faintly, mumbling, “You were worth it.”
He chuckled, tears brimming his eyes. He hadn’t seen you for two years, and now, you were beside him like old times. But this time, he could kiss you and hold you and tell you how much he loved you. Finally, you were his, and he could be yours.
“You’re a giant idiot, you know that?” he told you, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. “But you’re my idiot now; all mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
the temperature around you suddenly dropped, a gasp leaving your chapped lips as you look at the creature who was standing right infront of you.
you knew who he is and you knew exactly what he wants.
cold eyes, a smirk stretched on his pale face, blonde hair. who knew demons could dye their hair blonde? and of course, there it was, the dark aura that surrounded him. he literally screams the epitome of death, and you are now his target.
"im tired." you said in a calming manner. your voice made him flinch a little, thinking he heard you wrong.
the sunlight glared at your skin, too mad as the demon in front of you study your presence, looking for doubt and uncertainty that never showed up in your eyes.
"then lets go home. stop running away from me." he said, slowly entwining your fingers with his own and although the touch of his skin made you shiver, you felt like you're already home.
you looked at him, giving him a tired but genuine smile as the both of you turn in black dust, and then nothing.
