Getting the house ready didn't take long at all thanks to everyone's magic. Although Hongjoong repeatedly expressed that he wanted to do things the normal way - using their powers was their normal way. Besides, even he had to admit it made life easier.

Once they were settled into the house, it was time to settle into life. A little background on their situation: Hongjoong had grown tired of Hell. He worked under the devil as a torturer. All the death, useless pleading, fire, screaming and even more death had him lulled into a state of apathy. He couldn't care about the smallest bit of life. Not even his own. He felt nearly hollow inside.

It was like that for years till he met Seonghwa. He brought light back into Hongjoong's life. Then when they found San, he felt like the happiest man in the world. In fact, he felt complete. However, after a few years of family leave, eventually, Hongjoong had to go back to work.

He just couldn't go back to that state of emptiness. So he decided to try something new. After lots of discussion, pleading and sex, Seonghwa agreed to move to Earth. He loved his life in Hell, but he loved Hongjoong even more. Seonghwa was going to stick by his side and go on this journey with him.

That didn't mean he wouldn't complain every step of the way though.

"Hongjoong-ah! It's freezing!"

"It's sixty-one degrees. You're fine." Hongjoong handed San a small container as they pulled up to his high school.

"What's this?" The teen asked.

"Contacts." Hongjoong told him. "Put them on before you get to class." San pouted. He liked showing off his bright purple eyes. He thought they were one of his most unique features, and he wanted to stand out while he was here.

"Are you excited?" His other father asked with a smile and San nodded eagerly.

"This is going to be awesome!" He exclaimed. "I've never been so close to humans before! Are they as weird and gross as you say they are, father?" Hongjoong sent his husband a glare, the older suddenly looking very invested in the things outside the window.

Hongjoong turned to look at his son, sighing. "No Sannie, they aren't. Just be careful when you're in there, alright? Now remember, try your best not to use your powers for anything. I mean it. Just blend in for the first few days."

San just rolled his eyes, nodding wordlessly. He said his final goodbyes then jumped out the car with a bright smile. "Joongie," Seonghwa whined. "I'm still cold."

"Hwa I swear to Satan, I will light this car on fire and leave you in it to burn for the rest of eternity if you don't stop."

Entering the school, San glanced down at the small box in his hands. No one had really taken notice of him just yet aside from the occasional glance. So he scoffed at his father's words of worry and stuffed the box in his backpack.

"Class, we have a new student joining us this term. Please, come over and introduce yourself." San did as he was told and stood next to the teacher.

"Hi! My name is San, I'm seventeen. I'm pretty new to the area, I just got here a few days ago actually. So I hope we can all be friends!" He flashed a smile. Some of the students gasped at him and began whispering among themselves.

"Any questions for San?" Several people raised their hands.

"Are you into cosplay or something?"

San looked at them in confusion. "When you're really into dress up." They explained with a groan. San quickly shut his mouth, remembering that he had small fangs. He shook his head. "No, I've just got sharp canines."

"What's with the purple contacts?"

"Why the Hell are you so pale?"

"Are you single?"

"That's enough everyone," said the teacher. "San, take a seat right next to Wooyoung." She pointed to a student with short, ashy blonde hair. The boy looked over at San with his big brown eyes and grinned.

Looking at him, San could hardly move. He had never seen anyone so...so perfect! So beautiful! So divine! So- "Ma'am, I think he's broken. Can we send him back to where he came from?" San hadn't realised he was staring and quickly shuffled to his seat while the other students snickered at his embarrassment.

"Nice to meet you," Wooyoung said once the young demon sat down. Almost immediately, San felt himself getting lost in Wooyoung's appearance. Seonghwa was dead wrong when he said humans were ugly, because Wooyoung was far from it. Surely all the others had to be the same?

The demon glanced around. Nope. Guess not. "Um...Hello?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah, sorry. I spaced out." Wooyoung chuckled.

"I get it, it's a huge school. You must be nervous." San blinked at him, nodding slowly.

"Yes...nervous...of course. I'm terrified."

"Then why don't I show you around? Show me your schedule and I'll tell you where you need to go!" Wooyoung then started to explain the school layout and its systems. All things that sounded pretty important, but to be honest, San wasn't listening.

He just kept staring at Wooyoung's perfect pair of plush lips and how they moved as he spoke. "What that mouth do though?"

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean what about math though!" San stuttered. "I've always sucked at math! Yeah I'm brain dead when it comes to that subject." Lies. San was actually very good at math but there was no chance he was telling Wooyoung what he was actually thinking about.

Wooyoung only smiled at him. He took out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, then handed it to San. "Here's my number. Maybe I can tutor you?"

"U-Um...Sure! Yes! Definitely! Thank you! Here, let me give you mine." Was it really that easy to get his number? All San had to do was play dumb? Maybe he should try that more often.

After their exchange of numbers, the two boys chatted a bit throughout class, simply getting to know each other. Wooyoung seemed to enjoy San's energetic attitude, and San liked Wooyoung's bubbly personality. He also managed to look both adorable and sexy at the same time, something that had the young demon intrigued.

They must've been speaking too loud however, because the teacher shushed them several times. Relegating them to only really speaking to review notes from the lecture. San didn't mind though. He was happy to just be by Wooyoung's side.

He told San that they probably wouldn't see each other again till lunch. Meaning San was on his own. Maybe he should've paid attention when Wooyoung was telling him where to go, because now he was completely lost. He tried asking a few people where to go, but everyone was rushing to get to their own classes and wouldn't stop for even a second.

San let out an annoyed huff, deciding he'd just hang out in the bathroom till he heard the bell for the next class. It was better than getting yelled at for being late. So to the bathroom he went. There were a few students in their already, most likely bunking as well based on how lax they looked.

"What are you staring at?" One of them growled as he puffed a cloud of smoke in San's face. The demon wrinkled his nose at the putrid smell as he tried his best to fan it away.

"Nothing..." he mumbled. San took out his phone as he stood against the wall. The student and the other boys around him continued to smoke, each time puffing in San's direction.

"Could you not?" He grumbled irritably. The delinquents chuckled at his annoyance, one of them going as far as to come up to him and blow directly in his face.

San let out a hiss and the student stepped back in shock. "Fucking freak." He muttered.

"Wait do it again! Is he hissing for real?" The others soon joined their friend's side. They each blew their cigars in San's face, even tapping some of the ash on his shirt. Each time San hissed like a vampire in the sun as he tried to fan away the horrid smell.

"That's so weird!"

"Let's see what other sounds he makes!" Before San could even comprehend what he meant, the group grabbed him. They pushed him towards one of the stalls and harshly gripped his head by his black hair.

"Let me go!" He shouted. "Let me go right now or I'll-"

"You'll what? Hiss at us some more?" The students continued to laugh. Their laughter only grew as they plunged San's head into the toilet. San's screams were muffled by water, momentarily being able to breathe when they yanked his head up, only to be thrown right back in.

This continued till the sound of the bell rang throughout the room. The students all scattered, leaving San wet and on the ground.

He let out a choked cry before he slowly got out of the stall and hobbled over to the mirror. San growled at the sight. He was soaking. The uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes sticking to his body made him hiss in discomfort even more.

"Another one?" A voice sighed. San looked up to see an adult, most likely a teacher, standing at the door. He ushered San to his side and took him to the locker room. Once there, he handed him a towel and told him he could shower and clean up.

"Thank you." San mumbled, awkwardly sitting on one of the benches. The teacher nodded and gave him a small pat on the back.

"Don't worry about it. Now, clean up then head to class."

"Uh-" but the teacher just left. He wasn't going to ask who did this? Or why? Did he not care? From the looks of it, no. San sighed.

"I wanna go back to Hell..."