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“You’re fired, Park Jongseong.”
Jay is going to kill someone. Or have them killed. Either way, he wants someone dead. Anger simmers in his veins, barely restrained as he grits his teeth. He only gives a nod and bows to his boss, eyes sharp as he exits the office. He’s tired of trying to reason out with his boss in the past hour whose ears are closed despite him telling the truth. He just exhaled a slow breath as he walked down the hallway, making his way to where his office table was , now that he was fired. He was fired for something he didn’t do. He was doing his job—or so he thought until his boss pointed out the things he did wrong, things he thought he was doing right because he was only doing what he was told—
His jaw tightens as his mind reels over the connections he’s making over the events that have transpired over the recent weeks of his work in this fashion company. He doesn’t make mistakes, and does his best not to make mistakes. Not once in his life was he described to be someone careless with his work. His peers in college praised him for his meticulous work ethic and critical eye for details. His internship earned him praise for his creative and refreshing ideas, along with his commendable character and sense of responsibility.
So, no, Jay does not mistake one fabric for another. He does not mistake the quantity he should order. He does not arrive at the venue late, nor does he get the venue wrong. How can it be when it’s the information he’s been given?
Jay comes to a conclusion: Someone is fucking with him, setting him up for all those failures.
As he turns the corner, he bumps into someone. He was about to apologize until he came face-to-face with the person he suspected to be the mastermind of the events leading up to his termination. He takes a deep breath to refrain himself from glaring at the person, though it seems to fail as his bastard of a co-worker smirks at him.
“How was the trip to the office?” Kim Jihoon, his senior of two years, asks with a mock smile. “Did you get the promotion?”
He leans forward, invading Jay’s personal space. “Or did you get fired?”
“You.” Jay bristles, jerking back from the other. “You did this. You set me up.”
“Oh, whatever do you mean, Jongseong-ah?”
“You gave me wrong information on purpose,” Jay starts. “The things I have to buy, the things I have to do, the schedules and venues. You misinformed me just because I was a prospect for a promotion you’ve been aiming for!”
“Not only that, you’ve claimed credit for fixing my supposed ‘mistakes’ when I made sure to rectify the mistakes I did, mistakes I ended up doing because of your scheme, once I’m corrected.”
Jihoon lets out a laugh, hands clapping for Jay as if he’s applauding the other for finding out. “Well done! You figured it out, but did the boss hear you out? I assume no.”
Jay hisses at him, the urge to punch the other making his hands tremble. If only he hadn’t been mindful of where he was, he would have landed a fist on the other’s face. His anger boils hot and pulsing in his chest, threatening to explode if he hears more of the other’s farce.
To my guardian angel dear, may you grant me patience because God fuck I’m running on a short fuse right now, Jay thinks. And he feels a small breeze pass him like a whisper, an impossible thing given the enclosed hallway.
“And even if he did, it’ll just be noise and excuses to him because it’s your name that was reported and not mine. And even if the boss had doubts about me, why would he take your word, a rookie of a few months, over mine?” Jihoon scoffs.
“I’ve worked here two years, crawled my way up to where I am. While you,” Jihoon points a finger to his chest. “You’re a nobody! Just because you have flashy ideas and a face to flaunt, people flock all over you like dumb fucks.”
The older grins, sinister and accusing. “Maybe that’s what you did. Parade your pretty face to receive all that attention. Tell me, Jongseong-ah, did you flaunt your body—”
Fucking— Jay sees red, mentally apologizing to his guardian angel as his fist meets Jihoon’s face and knocks him out cold in the hallway.
“You are so lucky no one was there to witness that because what the heck, Jay!” Sunghoon hovers over Jay’s shoulder, following the other as Jay strides through the streets. “You could have been reported!”
Jay murmurs, “Well, no one saw. And there were no CCTVs in that corner…”
“Still!” Sunghoon protests as he flies past Jay and lands in front of the other, halting Jay’s steps. Sunghoon has his arms crossed, looking like how mothers would when they’re disappointed. Jay feels a bit sheepish at the angel’s gaze, scratching the back of his neck as he looks away and walks past Sunghoon. The latter let out an exaggerated sigh at that.
“Assign the angel of patience to the most hot-headed human, they said…” Sunghoon grumbles as he flies beside Jay, his expression turning pouty. “It’ll be fun, they said…”
Before Jay can feel bad for stressing Sunghoon out, another supernatural being appears on his other side. Sunghoon’s expression immediately pinches at the entity that appeared.
“Damn, dude,” Jake smirks at Jay, slinging an arm over the latter. “That was quite the punch. Had me hollering down in hell.”
“You should have stayed there too,” Sunghoon quietly huffs.
Jake grins at the sight of Sunghoon, quick to remove his arm around Jay as he gravitates towards the other. “My pretty angel!” he greets with an enthusiasm that has Sunghoon shuddering, “I haven’t seen you in a while, I missed you. Did you miss me?”
“I missed not seeing you. Ugh, get away from me!” Sunghoon exclaims as the other tries to reach for him and embrace him. He barely manages to escape the demon’s clutches before the other teleports behind him, arms wrapping around his waist from the back.
“Well, isn’t this romantic?” Jake purrs against Sunghoon’s ear.
Sunghoon feels warmth creep to his cheeks and ears, his body wriggling against the demon’s hold. “No, it’s not! Jaeyun!”
“Damn, angel. I haven’t heard that name in eons.”
Jay just stares at them with a blank face, already used to seeing his guardian angel and demon bicker and flirt. Still, he makes a remark, just because he can. “Can you stop lusting after Sunghoon every time you two happen to be in the same vicinity a.k.a in front of me?”
“But I’m literally the demon of lust!” Jake so obviously points out. “What am I to do when I have my hands full with the prettiest angel to ever grace heaven?”
Jay just sighs and shakes his head as he continues his way down the street, not bothering to check behind him if the two are still following. Distantly, he can hear Sunghoon whining while Jake continues to press the other’s buttons.
“Jongseong hyung,” Riki says when Jay suddenly bursts through his door, forgoes the thought of knocking, and beelines for his favorite place on the couch. “It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, but don’t you know it’s rude not to knock? What if I was making out with my dearest Jungwon, you wouldn’t want to see that, right?”
Jay rolls his eyes, “First, your door wasn’t even locked. And second, I don’t care. You can even have sex in front of me and I wouldn’t even bat an eye.”
Riki splutters at Jay’s crude words, trying his best to form a coherent response that goes along the lines of “We don’t–I don’t–Jungwon hyung and I would never fuck in front of you! Or anyone! Not that it’s any of your business.” He ends his litany with a slight huff before dropping himself on the couch beside Jay. “What brings you here? Don’t you have work at this hour?”
Jay laughs, bitter and empty. “That’s funny because last time I checked I no longer have a job. For like, almost an hour now. I’m officially part of the unemployed club.” Groaning, he leans his head on Riki’s shoulder despite the pain it brings to his neck at their height difference. “I want to cry but my eyes are dry as hell.”
Riki’s expression softens as he watches his hyung close his eyes, carding his fingers through his hair, and smiles when Jay relaxes almost instantly. His hyung is the most hardworking person he knows; something must have happened that caused him to ultimately lose his job and Riki needs to find out what it is.
“What happened, hyung?”
Jay retells exactly what happened before he crashed into Riki’s apartment.
“I’m gonna kill him!” Riki exclaims, jumping up from his seat causing Jay to stumble and glare at the younger. “No, you’re not. That’s my line. If anything, I should’ve just ended him while no one was watching.” He mumbles the last sentence, however, because he doesn’t need Riki to hear how much of a murderer he is in his head.
“Besides, I have a better idea.” Jay grins just as Sunghoon and Jake reappear right in front of him, making Riki scream in delight at the sight of his two hyungs.
“What’s a better idea than killing someone?” Jake says, smiling at Jay and ruffling Riki’s hair as a greeting.
“I don’t know,” Sunghoon growls, “Maybe try not to be a criminal and just be quiet? Forgive and forget, Jay-ah. You’re better than this.”
“But that’s boring,” Jake whines.
Sunghoon just stares at Jake, the latter sending a not-so-innocent smile at the angel.
“Well,” Riki ignores his two other hyungs, returning his attention to Jay. “What do you have in mind then, hyung?”
Jay ignores his question, “Can I use your spare room for a bit, Riki? If you can, keep those two out of it, too.”
Riki, while confused, just nods at his hyung. “Alright.”
Jay looks around the dim room, having moved around a few pieces of furniture to make an empty space in the middle. There he stood, taking a breath as if to steel himself, praying (how hilarious, given the nature of what he’s about to do) that all goes according to plan. He has the windows shut close with the thick curtains blocking light from seeping through the room, the door is locked to refrain entry from his companions. Even though he knew two of them could technically teleport into the room, he knew Sunghoon and Jake wouldn’t interfere unless it was something that actually endangered him (“I swear, angel, what Jay’s about to do won’t cost him anything.” “You better make sure your words are true or I’ll end up summoning hell upon you.”).
He fetches a book from his bag, bound in cracked, dark leather clearly marred by centuries of use. A lock hangs broken on its side, its latch rusty and barely clinging onto the leather. Jay flips through the pages, almost like parchment as it has grown brittle from age. Stains blot some corners while some pages are filled with notes written by someone with slanted, cursive handwriting. Drawings of the grotesque and unsettling fill the spaces in between, some even taking up an entire page, creatures of dark nature and taboo symbols depicted in clear, dark ink despite the centuries that should have faded the ink, as if the illustrations themselves are alive, keeping up with time.
Jay kneels on the floor, and with a chalk, begins to trace a large, intricate inverted pentacle on the floor, carefully drawing out every symbol, painstakingly paying close attention to make each line precise. Each point stretches outward, touching a complex pattern of ancient symbols scrawled in a circular around the pentagram. A bigger, thicker ring encloses the pentacle, with five circles aligned with the corners of the pentagram occupying the space in between.
With the completion of the inverted pentacle, Jay takes out objects from a box he took from Riki’s… room of interest (the kid really has quite a fascination for dark objects and artifacts). On each circle, he puts down a skull, a charred bone, a silver dagger, a vial of animal blood (Jay won’t bother asking where Riki got it), and a miniature brass totem of a figure with a head and legs of a goat but a body that of a human. He also lit candles around the pentacle.
A heavy silence settles as Jay stands up and looks at the pentacle, letting out a breath before looking back at the leather book. With a palm outstretched towards the pentagram, he begins to mutter an incantation, his voice low and grave, barely audible with how loud his heart pounds in his chest. With each word, the candles flicker, the flames dance wildly and Jay’s voice gradually becomes steady and louder as he calls out to something beyond the veil, beyond life itself.
Shadows begin to gather around the corners of the room and the temperature plummets, further enveloping Jay in darkness and the cold. A red glow emits from the pentacle and smoke swims across the floor, gradually rising and blurring Jay’s vision. The room trembles and the furniture shakes, and Jay distantly hears his three companions call out to him but he pays no heed to their concern. He remains firm on his ground as the windows rattle and threatens to burst open, the flames of the candle erratic, blowing out only to rekindle again. A burst of wind erupts from the pentacle as Jay nears the end of his chanting, and he shrieks as he’s almost thrown back to the wall, having to kneel down to ground himself.
“Hyung!” Riki knocks against the door, the doorknob rattling as he tries to shake it open, but to no avail, Jay has kept it locked with a chair under the knob to prevent it from opening.
“Jongseong, what the fuck is going on inside that room!” It was Jake’s voice that followed, and despite the panic in his voice, he had an idea of what exactly was going on.
“If you don’t open this door, Jongseong, I swear to God—”
“Angel, no swearing.”
“Not now, Jaeyun!”
Jay remains kneeling on the floor, watching as smoke envelops the room and he can make out a figure beginning to appear before him. His jaw drops in surprise when he realizes that the ritual actually worked and that none of his friends were physically there to stop it from happening. This might have not been the first time they (read: Riki) tried to summon a demon, but it’s the only time Jay has ever found the need to.
It’s seemingly ironic how bright it becomes when a demon suddenly appears from nowhere, but there’s a certain gloom that fills the room which makes even breathing become a heavy task. Jay tries to breathe through his mouth, both the smoke and light dissipate and he gets a clearer view of the entity that appeared.
“What the fuck?” How Riki, Jake, and Sunghoon have managed to get the door open is a mystery to Jay. And then he sees the screwdriver in Riki’s hand and the gesture of Jake’s finger because of course they somehow had to use a bit of Jake’s abilities to open the door considering he had it blocked. Why they didn’t think of that the first few minutes Jay locked himself in, he has no idea.
“Jay, darling, why are you frowning? Are you not happy to see me?” Jay’s attention goes back to the demon right in front of him, the same demon who addressed him in the most intimate way. Darling. It has his whole insides shivering and his cheeks reddening.
“As far as I know, Sunoo looked nothing like this, ” Sunghoon says.
“Yeah,” Jay finds himself agreeing. “This isn’t Sunoo,” he points his finger at Heeseung accusingly. “Why the hell are you here and not Sunoo!”
“Okay, first of all, ouch,” the demon, Heeseung, pouts, clutching his heart as if it hurt (and they all knew he didn’t even have a heart!). “If you wanted Sunoo, why did you summon me, then?”
“I didn’t!” Jay scowls in frustration, crossing his arms above his chest to stop himself from ripping every single strand of hair out of his head. For a moment, the room fell silent—four figures watched as Jay tried to regain his composure by breathing in and out to calm his nerves.
“Hey, Sunghoon,” Jay calls out after a while. He hears a soft yeah in return and continues to talk. “How’d you know I was trying to summon Sunoo?”
Sunghoon shrugs, “Well, given the circumstance that happened just this morning, I presumed your form of ‘better idea’ is to summon the demon of wrath to do the job for you. Didn’t expect you to summon the demon of pride, instead.”
“Long time no see, Heeseung hyung,” Jake says as pats Heeseung on the back, grinning from ear to ear. Heeseung’s brows furrow, “You saw me this morning. And an hour ago. It hasn’t been a long time.”
“You’re no fun.”
Jake looked like a kicked puppy, Riki thinks.
“Can anyone tell me what happened?” Heeseung sat cross-legged right in front of Jay, reaching for his hand to help him calm down. Jay instantly relaxed from the touch.
“Jay hyung got fired!”
“Jay whacked someone in the head.”
“Jay almost killed someone today.”
Heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose when all three of their friends talked, trying to tell him what happened. He lifted his hand to shut them up, all three pursing their lips and ducking their heads, a sign of immediate obedience.
“The three of you, get out.”
“But why?” Jake whined, even going so far as pouting. Sunghoon scoffed at his pity display, thinking how such a demon could act cute .
“Let me talk to my husband alone, please.”
“Fine,” At Riki’s surrender, all three of them went out of the room to give the couple a bit of privacy. As soon as even a strand of their hair was not in sight, Heeseung gently pulled Jay to make him sit on his lap. Jay’s body sagged against Heeseung’s, burying his face against the demon’s chest.
“Jay, darling, tell me what happened?” Heeseung’s voice was soft and gentle, different from that of a demon, which caused the waterworks to start. The older’s hand wrapped around Jay’s waist to pull him close, thumb caressing the skin of his waist to try and calm him down.
“I got fired from my job today, hyung,” Jay exhales shakily, snuggling closer to his chest, trying to make himself small in Heeseung’s hold. “But it wasn’t my fault. Someone set me up which caused my boss to get mad, I promise. I wasn’t a failure like I used to be.”
Heeseung inhales sharply at Jay’s words, shaking his head in a form of disagreement, “Oh, darling, who said you’re a failure?” His gaze darkens slightly at Jay’s mention of someone because he knows his dear Jongseong would never be the failure that he thinks he is.
“I don’t know, it feels like it. He told me the reason why I got the job was because of my pretty face and–” Jay sobs, “And because of my body, h-hyung. He said I must’ve flaunted my b-body to get the j-job—”
“Who the fuck told you that?”
Jay whimpers at Heeseung’s tone—sharp, cold, and tinged with malice. A shudder runs through him as he feels the air grow cold, the lights flickering around them. He weakly tugs at the other’s necktie. “H-hyung…”
Heeseung breathes and reels his temper. He may not be the demon of wrath but every tongue who dares to speak ill of his husband shall meet his anger. He tightens his hold on Jay’s waist, burying his face onto the other’s neck and pressing a gentle kiss on the other’s neck. The younger relaxes as Heeseung trails kisses from his neck up to his face.
“Won’t you tell me who told you that, darling?” Heeseung whispers as presses a kiss on the other’s temple. “Tell hyung who did it and I’ll seek vengeance for you.”
“Really, hyungie? You’d do that for me?”
Heeseung chuckles and holds Jay’s face by his chin, leaning in to close the gap between them and capturing his husband’s lips in a sweet kiss. Jay’s heart flutters in his chest as he closes his eyes and kisses back, arms wrapping around his demon’s neck as their mouths part and their tongues meet in a familiar dance.
When they part, Heeseung rests his forehead against his husband’s, his eyes aflame and filled with devotion, “Oh, how I’d give you the world, darling.”
Jay feels his heart soar, a radiant smile painting his lips as he looks at Heeseung with an adoring gaze. To have such a powerful being bending a knee to him… Jay can’t help but pull the other back for another kiss—
“Are we late to the party—oh my demons, ew?!” Sunoo’s mouth drops open in shock at the sight of his hyungs who were about to kiss. And Jungwon, ever dramatic, went as far as covering his eyes.
“My eyes! My innocent eyes!”
For a moment, Jay forgets his manners. He doesn’t really like it when his time with Heeseung is interrupted. “I’ll have you two exorcized.”
“Woah! Calm down, hyung.” Jungwon puts his hands up. “No need to call a priest.”
“I don’t need a priest. I have holy water in my bag just in case a demon pisses me off.”
Heeseung looks at Jay, a bit concerned.
“Heard from Jake hyung you wanted to summon me,” Sunoo says as he walks around the room. He grumbles, “Seriously, he needs to learn not to randomly pop out of nowhere. I almost grabbed his neck to snap it when he made me drop my coffee.”
“Ah, how unlucky,” Sunghoon says, the three entered the room again when they heard screaming. Riki, in particular, perked up when he heard a familiar voice and urged his hyungs to go back to the room.
Jake looks at Sunghoon with faux hurt, a pout on his lips. “Angel, you wound me.”
Sunghoon rolls his eyes and ignores Jake, focusing on Jay with his arms crossed. “Well, Sunoo and Heeseung’s here—” Heeseung coughs a ‘hyung’ under his breath. The angel huffs. “Sunoo and Heeseung hyung’s here. Heck, four sins out of seven are here, which is giving me quite the chills if I’ll be honest.”
“Are you really going to go through with your initial plan?”
“I’ll prepare my weapons for you, Jay hyung,” Sunoo says, a shivering grin plastered on his face. Jay couldn’t help the goosebumps forming on his skin.
“When and where do we do this?” Jake looked very serious and determined.
“Can I just watch by the side? I don’t really like getting my hands dirty,” Jungwon grimaces.
All the demons in the room were very hopeful—including Heeseung—but deep inside, the eldest demon knew that his kind and dear Jongseong wouldn’t go as far as that. He already had a set plan in mind, just a little bit of mental torture here and there, but it will always be Jay’s final call.
After all, despite Jay’s wonderful heart, he has his limits too.
Jay leans against Heeseung’s chest as he tries to think of a plan. Sunghoon could already feel the impending headache he was about to face once Jay made a decision—he already knew he wouldn’t win against a battle of four versus one, five if you include Riki and his menace of a teenage mind. It was Jungwon’s fault for being a bad influence.
“Heeseung hyung,” Jay calls quietly and Heeseung leans closer. “Play with him for me?”
The room suddenly turns cold just as Heeseung’s eyes glow a shade of blood red. Their friends shivered and waited for Heeseung’s response with bated breaths, but they all knew that Heeseung wouldn’t deny a mere opportunity of torture, let alone any of Jay’s requests.
“Anything for you, my darling.”
Jihoon swears he might be going insane.
“Get a grip,” he mutters to himself as his eyes dart around his new office, breaths coming in pants as he calms down from the adrenaline brought forth by another nightmare. He had fallen asleep in his office again after a long day. He looks out of the glass walls of his office and sees the dark hallways. Only the lights of the office are left to illuminate the space.
A day after Jay was terminated, the boss called him in and offered him the promotion, which he accepted with much enthusiasm (greed) because finally, his boss saw his worth. Two years of having to work with mindless second-rates and the boss finally gave him the promotion he deserved. Now that he sits a level higher than them, they answer to him.
But despite the achievement, Jihoon can’t bring himself to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor. Since he got promoted, weird and unexplainable things started happening to him. Little things that he would’ve been able to ignore any other day—objects being out of place, mishearing that he’s being called, unlucky incidences such as spilling his coffee on his newly bought shirt, stepping on dog poop, hitting his toe on the corner of the table. They were relatively normal though unpredictable day-to-day experiences—inconveniences he can temper through, but for such occurrences to last for days? He thought he was just really unlucky.
That was until he started seeing and hearing things that shouldn’t be there, flickers of something in his periphery, whispers in his ears too guttural and inhumane to understand.
And there it goes again, a faint, cold whisper hovers just beside his ear. The words remain incoherent and garbled, but he feels the intent behind it, causing him to shudder in his seat. It felt… angry. Hateful.
Jihoon shakes his head and stands up to loosen up his tense muscles. “It’s all in your head…” His voice sounded foreign, too quiet against his thumping heartbeat, betraying the gnawing fear crawling up his spine. Then a soft, crawling sensation prickles at his skin and he jolts, head jerking back to check if someone’s with him in his office. His breathing picks up when he sees no one, his lack of company failing to provide reassurance. The room only seems to expand and close around him, his vision seemingly swimming while something, a shape of sorts, shifts just out of his view—
The lights in his office suddenly turn off.
The room plunged into darkness, and goosebumps formed on his skin as he froze, unable to make a reaction as he felt a tightness in his chest, like fingers wrapping around his lungs and gripping it to suffocation. His eyes dart everywhere, his breathing coming in panicked, shallow bursts, his steps staggering with no direction.
Red. He sees red. A pair of red glowing eyes amidst the darkness of the building. Red. Red coming after him—
A phantom touch on his shoulder has him whirling around—a mistake. Because when he turns back, he’s met with a sinister face of contorted features, red eyes glinting with pure malice, lips curled up in a grotesque grin revealing fangs covered in blood.
“Boo.”
He screams, legs stumbling back to get away as far as he can only to fall on his butt, scrambling to the corner.
The entity cackles. A red glow surrounds it and Jihoon sees the entirety of the being, his face turning green in fear as he realizes what it is the moment the horns and horned tail reveal themselves.
“D-Demon!”
The demon’s grin widens, its features contorting as it drags itself towards Jihoon. Drawing near, the demon morphs. In its place, a man appears in a brown suit, indistinguishable from humans if it wasn’t for the red glow and vengeful glare in his eyes.
“Let’s have fun, shall we?”
Screaming. All Jihoon can hear is screaming.
He runs and runs, the hallways seemingly endless. The slippery floor shakes as a heavy, monstrous creature—a two-horned black snake the height of the ceiling—chases after him.
“S-Stop! Go away! Let m-me go!”
Screaming. He doesn’t know whether it’s just his voice, but it echoes. It rings in his ears, in his mind, in the empty hallways. Voices upon voices, telling him to run, threatening to death. Angry. Hateful.
Screaming, as he is dropped somewhere else. This is not the office, not the hallways he’s been running through. It’s red. Everything is red—the sky, the ground, as if blood rained and painted the world crimson. And it’s hot. Hot, hot, hot, and it burns his skin. Every breath barely passes, his skin turning blue—
Screaming, as his skin flares with fire, consuming his whole being. The scent of smoke fills his senses, senses that begin to numb as his flesh blisters and breaks and blackens, skin bubbling and peeling to reveal muscle being seared and bone being charred. Acrid and nauseating—
He gasps as his eyes open, his chest heaving as his breathing comes in pants. His eyes dart around, back to the familiar corners of his office. The hallways are dark and empty, his office the only place with lights still on.
He breathes. In and out, then lets out a laugh teetering between disbelief and relief, half-choked and shaky. He breathes, “It’s just a nightmare.”
A chuckle and Jihoon freezes, dread pooling in his stomach. “Really?”
“Perhaps I haven’t broken you enough if you still think of it as a nightmare.”
“This is all your fault, Jungwon-ah,” Heeseung massages his temples, beginning to feel the onslaught of a headache.
“Why me?!” Jungwon says, seemingly offended. “Just because I’m the demon of greed doesn’t mean it’s entirely my fault,” he huffs. “All I did was knock on his head a bit but that’s entirely him, hyung! You know I would never do that to Jay hyung.”
“If this is Jungwon-ie’s fault, then why am I here?” Jake growls as he’s forced to kneel on the floor beside Jungwon, with Sunoo on the other end. They were sandwiching Jungwon in between them because after all, the demon of greed is the main character of Heeseung’s scolding for today.
“Me too,” Sunoo whines. His knees were starting to hurt even though it hadn’t been long since they were being punished.
“Be quiet,” Heeseung scoffs at them, making them zip their mouths shut. His gaze drops to the person sleeping on his lap, his husband, Jay, the human he’s soul-bound to for eternity, peacefully in dreamland while he scolds his three little demons. “Jay hasn’t slept this comfortably in a while. I am going to shred you three and throw you into the fires of hell if you dare wake him up.”
“Sorry, hyung.”
“What can we do to make it up to him?” Jungwon says with hopeful eyes, smiling innocently at Heeseung to get his attention.
Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Stop smiling at me like that.” Jungwon instantly pouts at his words. “You three wanna make it up to your Jongseong hyung?”
All three of them nod with eager looks on their faces. It’s funny how Jake and Sunoo also wanted to make it up to him despite it not being their fault.
“Good. Play with him, and continue where I left off. Can you do that for me?” They nod in response. “Okay, now, shoo. Leave and let me have my time with my husband.”
“This is going to be fun~” Sunoo singsongs as he stands up.
Jake grins, sinister and enthusiastic as he follows suit. “Maybe I should have my incubi and succubi toy with him too.”
Jungwon scrunches his nose at that. “Damn, you’re filthy.”
Sunghoon just stares at them with a pinched look, letting out a sigh as his eyes flutter close in weariness. Jake notices and makes a beeline for him, surprising him with a kiss on the corner of his lips.
“See you later, angel.”
Sunghoon tries to glare at Jake, but his flushed and full cheeks make it all adorable for the demon. He huffs, looking away. “...See you later.”
Jake smiles, genuine. Then he teleports away to have his fun.
Riki pouts at Jungwon, “What about me?”
Jungwon rolls his eyes, “You’re such a baby.”
“I’m your baby!”
“Whatever,” Jungwon shakes his head fondly, kissing Riki square on his lips. Their kiss lasts for a few seconds before Jungwon takes the initiative to pull away, winking at his human boyfriend before he goes. “Bye, Riki. See you later!”
“Hmm.. see you later.”
Sunoo’s nose scrunches in distaste as he watches his friends be all lovey-dovey with their significant other. As he spares his Heeseung and Jay hyung a glance, the distaste remains, yet he knows that what they have is genuine despite their… eerie circumstance.
Oh well, as long as they’re happy, he thinks. Even if it means ruining the lives of a few along the way.