Taeyong's pov

  Yuta gently pulled me off of his chest, his eyes were sad. He tried his hardest to hold back his tears, but to no avail. The clear beads of liquid cascaded down his cheeks, soft sobs wracked his body.

   "Taeyong, I know you like Jaehyun, a lot." Yuta hiccuped. "But I'm not too sure I'm okay with being around him anymore."

  "I don't think I am either, Yu. I gave him back his ring and left. It- it just hurt way too much to see Jaehyun drain the life out of Sicheng." I wept. I gently shook my head and looked at the cream colored carpet on his floor.

  "Since Jaehyun came around, only destruction has followed. Mark wolfed out and killed Johnny, then tried to kill himself. Satan himself tried to take you, but left you here emotionless. Now Jaehyun has killed Sicheng? I'm sorry Taeyong, but it's still an eye for an eye." Yuta spoke calmly. His voice didn't shake or waver, it remained flat. He carefully lead me to sit on his bed, then turned to walk away.

   "Yuta, no! Please.. I can't loose anyone else. If you go, I know one of you two won't make it back to me alive!" I cried harder. I weakly jumped from the bed and wrapped my arms around his waist, my face between his shoulder blades. He sighed lowly then turned around in my hold.

   "I loved him, Taeyong. Since middle school, I valued Sicheng most. He never looked at me though, Yong. It was always you." Yuta verbally spat, tears falling at a faster pace. He laughed bitterly and shook my hold off of him.

  "I- I didn't—" I was quickly cut off by Yuta, who bore a cold smile. The warmth I had always associated him with was long gone. Now, I only saw a shell of my friend.

   "Of course you didn't know, Taeyong! I hid my feelings for him, so he could unknowingly love you without regrets of hurting me. I don't care who Si ends up loving, as long as it's not toxic. It's love when you realize you want them to be happy, even if it isn't with you." He looked up at the ceiling, hoping his tears would dry up. He knew it was futile; his heart was shattered by the news.

   "Don't even bother apologizing, Tae. None of this was your fault. I should have told him sooner of my feelings..."

   In hell, Sicheng was being forced to watch as Taeyong and Yuta fell apart. He could see every tear that fell from their beautiful eyes. He couldn't take his eyes away from the mirror that showed the scenes.

"What did you do to Taeyong? What was that light?" Sicheng hastily asked the demon in front of him. Hansol sighed.

"It was just enough to knock the wind out of him for a little bit. It wouldn't have killed him even if Jaehyun left me-you alive."

"I still don't understand why Lucifer even wanted one of us in the first place." Sicheng whined and pulled at the chain on his left wrist. He quickly grew tired of the lack of mobility.

   "You can always fix this by joining us instead, Sicheng. You can tell them I faked your death, heal their hearts. But what would be worse? Thinking you're dead, or that you actually joined the enemy?" Hansol spoke kindly, depsite being a demon. Sicheng sat the mirror on his lap.

   "You've already faked my death, ruined their engagement, and forced Yuta to speak untold emotions I hadn't known he felt. You've done enough damage to them, Hansol. Anything else to 'ruin' them should be brought onto me, am I clear?" Sicheng lowly growled, his head tilted to the side. He saw Hansol swallow deeply, then looked back at his mirror, this time it showed how Jaehyun was dealing.

Jaehyun slowly walked around Taeyong's house with his heart in his stomach. He hated himself for hurting Taeyong so deeply, but he couldn't hate himself for saving him. He sat on the old bed and reminisced their past.

He knew he had screwed up royally, but he had promised himself he would do anything to save Taeyong. And he meant anything.

Taeyong, please answer me. I'm going insane wondering how you're doing.

Just leave me alone, Jae. I'm safe enough where I am, so stop worrying. Give me the time to calm down, I'll come to you when I am ready.

"See Hansol? They were perfectly content with each other this morning, and now they can't be in the same friggen house. I may not like Jaehyun, but he was more suitable to protect Taeyong. And Taeyong liked Jaehyun from first glance." Sicheng pouted. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back towards the demon.

"Don't act so pouty, cutie." Hansol drawled as he slid onto the bed beside Sicheng. He laid his head on Sicheng's shoulder and held his hand. Sicheng couldn't find it in himself to shake Hansol off of him.

"Another thing I don't understand.." Sicheng softly began. He laced their fingers together absentmindedly. "Why am I so comfortable with you? I'm not usually like this."

"When I had to alter my looks to look like you, it took some pretty strong ingredients to make it perfect. But, they put the warnings and side affects after the spell.." Hansol laughed awkwardly.

"Hansol, what was the side affect?"

"It tied our souls together permanently. And because I did it multiple time to make sure it wouldn't fail, the connection process excessively sped up." Hansol said in one breath.

"So you mean to tell me I'm stuck with you? Permanently?"

"No, not quite stuck with me. Eventually- even if we both hate the idea now- we will fall for each other."

"So, I'm stuck with a demon as my future boyfriend? Well, at least you're pretty attractive." Hansol blushed darkly hearing the sudden compliment from the human. He gently patted Sicheng's thigh, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I just now told you the side affect, and you've already made yourself comfortable.?"

"Well, it's magic and irreversible. Might as well get used to you now." Sicheng lightly shrugged his shoulders.

"Well then, what would you say if I..." Hansol cut himself off my kissing Sicheng carefully on his soft pink lips.