Wooyoung took a deep breath as he looked up at his school building. The last time he saw it, it was crumbling because of Yeosang and Jongho's fight but now there wasn't a scratch in sight. Everyone was fine, gossiping or chatting happily as Wooyoung walked through the halls. There was nothing out of the ordinary. He heard several complaints of headaches, but he didn't think too much of it.

He spent much of the day by himself, avoiding as many people as possible. His head stayed down in class, he avoided eye contact and he didn't dare utter a word. Yet it all came to a close when Yeonjun confronted him just before break. "What's wrong with you today?" He asked softly. "You haven't been to school in a while and you seem really upset..."

"I'm fine," Wooyoung replied unconvincingly.

"Wooyoung, is it something with San?"

Wooyoung turned to him with a glare. "Why does it matter?" He snapped. Yeonjun put his hands up in defence, taking a step back from him.

"Calm down, I'm just making sure. You guys haven't been to school in a few days and I'm just surprised to see you, that's all. If you want someone to spend break with, I'll happily-"

"Back off Yeonjun." The two of them turned around. Jongho stood there with his hand resting on his hips, a deep frown on his face as he glared at the oldest student. "Don't you have people to dress code or something? From the looks of it, you're in violation of the school rules with that sweater. Last time I checked, boys weren't allowed to wear crop tops. It doesn't work for you anyway." Yeonjun's cheeks fumed with embarrassment. His hands went to pull down his pink, cropped sweater as he stormed away, muttering a few things under his breath that simply made Jongho scoff. "He's so dramatic."

That just left him and Wooyoung. The older student fidgeted uncomfortably, awaiting Jongho's inevitable spat towards him. Yet to his surprise, he got quite the opposite. The younger rested his hand on Wooyoung's shoulder, gazing not with malice, but concern. "Are you alright?" He asked with odd sincerity.

Wooyoung nodded at him slowly, still unsure of where exactly this was going. To his surprise, Jongho gestured the blonde to follow him, which he cautiously agreed to, ready to sprint away at any given moment. The two students made their way up to the school roof, greeted by beautifully clear skies and a nice morning breeze to set the calming atmosphere.

Jongho sat down on the bench just by the railing, and Wooyoung followed behind, sitting just a few feet away from him. When Jongho noticed the distance between them, he sighed. "How are you coping?" He asked quietly. Wooyoung only shrugged at him, keeping his eyes on his hands. "Crazy isn't it? And to think everyone just forgot about it."

"What do you want, Jongho?" Wooyoung finally asked. He looked up at the younger, his brows furrowed. "Are you just trying to make me feel better because you feel bad for me? Well I don't need your pity and I'm doing just fine! So if you have something to say, spit it out."

Jongho looked away, exhaling as if to gather his breath for what was about to say. "Do you know how nice it feels to not be at the bottom of the food chain?" he muttered. His gaze was still averted, looking at the floor rather than Wooyoung. "And I hate myself for taking so long to realise something so basic, but I shouldn't be targeting someone just because they're weaker than me or because I'm bored or for any reason."

He sighed, finally turning to the older boy. "What I'm trying to say is - I'm sorry Wooyoung. I'm sorry for being so awful towards you at the start of the year and for spreading around that demon rumour about San." Wooyoung didn't respond. At least not yet. When Jongho thought his apology wasn't accepted, he stood to his feet, ready to leave, but Wooyoung called him to sit back down.

"It's alright," He responded quietly. Jongho rose his brow in disbelief. "I mean, it's not okay, and you've been nothing but a bitch to me since the day I met you." Ah, there it was. "But at least you recognise that. I don't know what happened to you, but say thank you to whoever taught you to stop being such a nuisance."

"Um...Okay? To be honest, I wasn't really expecting that..." Wooyoung scoffed at that, telling him he should learn to lower his expectations.

"How's Yeosang?" Wooyoung asked suddenly. Jongho, almost shaken by the mere mention of the name, looked away, his face turning a shade of crimson.

"O-Oh he's...well he's awake...and I'm really starting to wish he wasn't..."

EARLIER

"No, you don't get it. She's a bitch like that. We all know she's got a sugar daddy, she'll be out of here in no time once it gets out. Want help? Sure, give me five minutes and she'll be over." Jongho covered his face with his pillow, groaning in pure agony. He was really starting to wish Mingi had never given Yeosang that damn phone. All he ever heard was him gossiping and plotting with these stupid girls and they never shut up.

"We've got food!" They heard Mingi call from the kitchen.

"Oh thank god!" Groaned Jongho, rolling off the bottom bunk of his bed.

"Where are you going?" Asked Yeosang, leaning down when he saw Jongho get up. The younger rolled his eyes at him.

"To get food, and to get away from you. Do you know how hard it is to listen to you talk for an hour?"

"Oh please, you're overreacting." Jongho didn't respond. He only put his hands up in defence and started to walk out. "Wait!" Yeosang flinched when he turned back, realising what he said. "Um...stay...here...with me?"

"No."

That definitely wasn't the response Yeosang was expecting. Nor was it the one he wanted. Just before Jongho could leave, the angel appeared behind him and tackled the boy to the ground. Jongho yelped in surprise, and when he rolled over, Yeosang was on top of him. "Y-Yeosang? Get off!"

"I asked you to stay with me. Why would you reject me?"

His tone was low, nearly seductive. Jongho cringed at the way he phrased that and quickly tried to push him away. However, Yeosang grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. Jongho knew he should have been able to get him off, but he was trying to be careful with his strength, something Yeosang was well aware of. "Stay with me...please..."

PRESENT

"Wow..."

"Yeah...You can have him if you'd like."

"No, I'm good." Jongho, although sighing, nodded in understanding. The sound of the bell screeched just below them, indicating that break had ended. The two of them stood up, grinning at one another, before heading off to class.

By the time the school day was over, Wooyoung's overall mood had improved. His reconciliation with Jongho and the thought of going back home to San had lifted most of his spirits. Though they were quick to be bashed yet again when he noticed Yeonjun waiting by his locker, this time, dressed appropriately in a simple white t-shirt tucked in his pants. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes at him, hardly sparing him a glance as he gathered his things. "Wooyoung," The other replied with a mere hum, still not looking at him.

Yeonjun growled and slammed the locker shut, shoving him against it. "Would you look at me dammit!" He shouted. Several students stopped to stare but were scared off with one glare from Yeonjun. He sucked in his breath, turning back to the shaken blonde below him. "Why won't you give me a chance? You're so obsessed with San that you don't even look my way anymore! If he was here, I swear to God I'd-"

"You'd what?" Yeonjun spun around. He hardly got a moment to react before San, appearing out of thin air, punched him to the ground. His fist colliding right in his face. He glared right into Yeonjun's eyes and the older student suddenly started to groan in pain whilst San grabbed Wooyoung's hand.

He dragged him off to the locker room, with little protest from the younger, and once he was sure they were alone, he locked the door. "S-San? What are you doing here? How did you even-"

"Why were you talking to him?"

"Maybe I wanted to...Why do you care? " San growled at him. He shoved Wooyoung against the locker, slamming his hand just by his face while he glared down at him.

"Maybe I don't like you talking to other people. Maybe I don't want others to take your attention. Maybe I don't like how he flirts with you. Maybe I don't want your eyes on anyone but me." He leaned down, tilting Wooyoung's chin up at him. As threatening as San was, Wooyoung had to admit...

This side of him was kind of hot.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Wooyoung challenged. "What if I want other people's attention. Maybe Yeonjun has something you don't." He knew he was playing with fire just by the way San's dark purple eyes glared down at him but Wooyoung couldn't help it. He wanted to edge him on. He wanted to hear San say it.

"There's nothing Yeonjun has that I don't."

"And why is that? What can you do that he can't?"

Wooyoung gasped when San pulled him closer, their faces just inches apart when he whispered: "There is not a single being in the three realms that can love you the way I can."

"You...love me?" It took a moment for the demon to process what he just said, and when he did, San's expression softened instantly. He wanted to open his mouth to speak but panic took over immediately. He drew back from Wooyoung, covering his bright red face with sheer embarrassment at his slip up. On the other hand, Wooyoung giggled at his cute reaction and took his hand.

"I love you too, Sannie."

"You do?" His bewilderment made Wooyoung chuckle, nodding his head to confirm. There was nothing but pure bliss on San's face as he scooped Wooyoung in his arms and twirled him in the air. The blonde giggled along, holding onto him for support and not breaking eye contact with him even as he was put down.

Before anyone could burst in and ruin the moment, San placed a soft kiss on Wooyoung's forehead and said: "I've been waiting so long for this. Jung Wooyoung, will you do the greatest honour in-"

"Yes!"

San chuckled. "I haven't asked anything yet."

"It doesn't matter. Yes. Yes, I'll be your boyfriend!" San clapped his hands excitedly, bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. It made Wooyoung shake his head with a smile. "What happened to scary San?"

"Scary San?"

"It doesn't matter," he took San's hand yet again. "All that matters is that we're together now."

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With that, San flew Wooyoung back home. The moment he closed the door, Wooyoung helped himself to the older's lips. San accepted immediately, raking his hands through Wooyoung's perfect blonde locks as they stumbled up the stairs, trying their best not to break the kiss. "Wait," Wooyoung gasped once they got to San's room. "Won't your fathers hear us?"

San chuckled at him, shaking his head. "Don't worry, they're still at work. Even if they were back, they'd be too busy to hear us." Wooyoung smirked at that. Without warning, he pushed San onto the bed and crawled over him.

"Hear us do what, Sannie?" He whispered in the demon's ear.

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"Wait..." Said San just before Wooyoung could reach for the hem of his pants. The younger's eagerness came to halt at the soft and somewhat frightened expression on his boyfriend's face. "Is...Is it going to hurt?" He almost whimpered.

Wooyoung couldn't help but coo at him, then placed a kiss on the demon's forehead. "This is your first time, isn't it?" He asked with a gentle smile. When San didn't respond, Wooyoung sat up and moved away from him. "Then we don't have to do anything. We can wait for when you're ready."

Within an instant, San felt himself missing the warmth of his lover, arms going to pull him back. "No, I want to do it now." He told him. "I don't want to wait any longer."

Wooyoung's face fell into a smirk, liking the neediness in the demon's voice. With permission, he soon straddled himself on San's lap. He took in the demon's heavenly scent while he placed kisses on his neck, dark bruises left on the spots where his lips trailed. The way San gasped at every bite had Wooyoung giggling. "S-Shit~ Wooyoung."

He's so sensitive.

Eventually, Wooyoung began to shift on San's lap, urging to treat the erection beneath his briefs. What seemed unplanned, San knew very well wasn't. The way the blonde grinded his hips down was calculated to get the perfect reaction from him. He knew what he was doing.

Wooyoung's smirk grew at the sound San made while biting his lip, trying to suppress whatever sinful sounds he was suppressing.

"Let it out, Sannie. Am I doing good?" His tone was innocent, masking his devious intentions. San gave in within seconds, a deep moan escaping his parted lips as Wooyoung continued to hump him.

"So good~" he finally sighed. It was music to his ears. The blonde took San's hands to his waist and smiled reassuringly when he saw the look of uncertainty on his face.

He moved his hands to his rear before he leaned closer and whispered: "I want you to take control," In San's ear. "You won't hurt me. Just tell me if you want to stop at any time." There was hesitancy in San's movements as he went to pull Wooyoung's face closer. Yet confidence was regained the moment their lips touched.

There was no need to fight for dominance as Wooyoung gave in the second San let his tongue slip through his mouth, easily controlling the kiss. 

Wooyoung was too busy kissing back to be prepared when San flipped around and pushed him down against the bed before crawling over him. "You're so fucking perfect," San's warm breath against his neck sent shivers down the blonde's spine, and he loved it. "And it's all for me, you're all mine. Aren't you, my little prince?"

Wooyoung whimpered at the name, a twitch beneath his boxers. He could feel San smirk against his skin while his hands travelled further down the younger's body, settling on his thigh. "Oh? Do you like that? Do you like it when I call you my little prince?" Wooyoung nodded at him, slowly moving his hips up and down to feel the friction between them.

"What a good prince you are, submitting yourself like this~ What should I do to reward you?"

"Make me yours, Sannie."

Never in San's life did he think he would reach heaven, yet that very day, he felt as though he had touched the highest plane possible. The sounds of Wooyoung calling his name beneath him fueled a desire in him that he never knew he wanted until now. He adored him. "S-Shit Wooyoung I'm close..."

"It's okay Sannie, c-cum in me."

"Oh, f-fuck!" Shouted San. His body convulsed as intense energy pulsed through him. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the lights above them begin to flicker wildly, his purple eyes glowing furiously. The only thing on his mind was Wooyoung. He was flawless and San thought of nothing more than seeing him drowned in pleasure.

San pulled Wooyoung closer to him, growling in his ear until all that energy finally burst when he came. A shockwave exploded from their bodies shaking the building and everything in it while they rode out their highs.

When it was all over, Wooyoung gasped, falling onto the bed as soon as San pulled out. "W-What was that?" He marvelled. He heard the demon chuckled. Right after removing the condom, he fell against the mattress and pulled him close to his chest.

"You, Jung Wooyoung, just took my virginity. Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"It means I trust you with my life, and that I'm never letting you go."

Wooyoung smiled up at him, snuggling closer to him. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

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If there was one thing recovery gave Yeosang the chance to do, it was read. He was able to convince Mingi to get him a new book without him actually disclosing what it was. It was, of course, a hentai. This one in particular had him hooked since he heard about it. It was called Love Sick and he enjoyed every second of it.

As he read through the book, the part Yeosang was waiting for finally arrived. He bit his lip at the erotic scene, his hand inching towards his pants under the blanket.

"You're mine and you'll be mine forever, even if I have to force you." Is what the main character said to his lover.

A light moan escaped his lips at the sudden idea of doing these things with Jongho. He replaced the two book characters with the image of them making it ten times better. "I'll make you mine forever Jongho," he sighed to himself just as he came. Yeosang groaned, realising he'd have to get out of bed and clean up now.

He walked over to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he turned around he was surprised to see San, of all people, standing there. "Nice show," he remarked.

"How did you get in here?"

"Through the window," he pointed to the open window in the bedroom, Yeosang rolling his eyes. "Learn to cover your mouth, will you? I could hear you from down the road. Oh, and keep your kinks under control. No one needs to hear you say 'choke me Jongie' over and over again."

Like I didn't see the way you choked Wooyoung during the Blood Moon.

"What do you want, demon?" Yeosang finally grumbled.

San held up a bag. There was a pleasant and mouth-watering aroma coming from it, making Yeosang's eyes go wide with delight. "C-Chicken?"

The demon nodded his head. "Mingi told me to drop some off," Yeosang reached for it but San yanked his hand back. "Not until you apologise for letting Wooyoung get hurt."

"And how is that my problem?"

"You were supposed to protect him!"

"And you weren't supposed to take advantage of him. All of that is really your own fault."

The angel snatched the bag from his hand, grinning profusely when he put it down. Before he ate, he turned to San. "Why do you care so much about him?" Yeosang grumbled. "He's just a human."

"Jongho's just a demon but you care an awful lot about him too."

"Don't you dare compare them! He's leagues above your little whore." A deep growl rumbled in San's throat. This angel was really getting on his nerves. He tried his best to keep calm though. He highly doubted anyone wanted to come home to Yeosang's dismembered body.

"They're practically the same. Two people we're not supposed to love. Or in your case, allowed to love."

"The only difference is that I'll have Jongho forever. You'll have Wooyoung for what? Twenty years? Sad honestly."

"At least we get along."

"At least I'm not dating the school slut."

"At least he loves me!" Yeosang stopped. His eyes slowly turned to a harsh glare, his hair flaring as his fist balled into a right fist. San saw that he had a leg up here and smirked. "We're dating now. What about you and Jongho? Not even friends. Wooyoung and I have had sex and everything. Meanwhile, you two can't even hold hands."

"That's not true! I'll prove it."

"Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?"

"Just you wait."