"You need to stop getting into fights," Muttered Wooyoung as he pressed a bandaid on San's cheek.

"You should see the other guy." A cocky statement meant to lighten the mood met only with a glance of slight ire from the younger.

"I did and he looked fine," The teen had glanced away for 2 minutes and when he turned around, he was terrified to see that the two divines had started a brawl in the middle of the hallway. So Wooyoung had to pull his boyfriend to the bathroom before Yeosang could drive his sword into his stomach. Aside from safety concerns, the last thing either of them wanted were any more demon rumours, or worse, angel ones, knowing they would just fuel Yeosang's ego.

Yet even with this knowledge, San still instigated a fight. Wooyoung would never get why he was constantly on the hunt for people to attack. One would suppose it was the fact that he was a demon, but the blonde chose not to think about it that way. As far as he was concerned, San just got a little aggressive. Nothing too major to worry about as long as it was kept in check.

"I don't need a plaster, Woo. It'll heal in a few minutes." The glare Wooyoung sent him made San zip his mouth shut. He had lived with his father for long enough to know that you shut up and listen when you get that look. A lecture was coming.

"I don't want to hear it. The last time you got into a fight your dad nearly killed you because of it! You're lucky the teachers are too terrified to report this, or you definitely would have gotten expelled. And I don't want to hear how 'he started it', you still threatened him San. Please be more careful? I don't want you to get in trouble, or worse, hurt." With a slow nod, San mumbled an apology, a sigh coming from his boyfriend. The demon felt a hand run through his dark hair, looking up to see that Wooyoung was smiling at him.

"I'm not mad at you Sannie," He said softly. "I just want you to be more careful."

"I can hear your disappointed thoughts from here," San pouted. The other teen arched a brow. Occasionally, he would forget the array of powers his boyfriend possessed until he was unceremoniously reminded of their existence. Especially since San had a bad habit of reading Wooyoung's thoughts at the strangest moments, and it didn't help that they shared a bed now.

One could probably guess what San was hearing in the dead of night.

Regardless, Wooyoung pecked his lips and continued to grin. "I promise, I'm not upset with you." San then smiled as well. Without warning, he hoisted Wooyoung into his arms, the younger's legs wrapping around his waist in surprise. "San!"

"What? You said you're not mad at me." Chuckled the demon with a mischievous leer. "Can I get a prize?"

"For what? You haven't earned anything," Wooyoung yelped when a hand squeezed his rear, eliciting an explosion of blush and then a giggle.

"That's not true! If you didn't drag me away, I would've won that fight." With his head resting on the blonde's chest, San had him against the bathroom wall, Wooyoung's legs still wrapped around him.

"That doesn't count- Oh~ Sannie..." As the demon sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his lover's neck, Wooyoung gasped, adjusting to feel more friction against his body. Open-mouth sounds of pleasure managing to escape him. "S-Sannie, we have class."

"I don't care," Growled the older student. His deep voice had Wooyoung under instant submission, nodding as he allowed San to trail kisses across him. Yet his strict tone of dominance didn't last very long.

The frigid feeling between his legs began to get the better of him at the sight of Wooyoung flushed and mewling beneath him.

"Wooyoungie~" Even if Wooyoung was the one on the bottom, San would sometimes use a certain tone that would say otherwise. His voice would go soft, almost an embarrassed whine and Woo could never deny him when he used it.

"Yes, Sannie?"

"P-Please touch me!" He pleaded, body rubbing against his in desperation for the contact he craved so deeply. "Please, I'll be good!"

Wooyoung chuckled at that. "But you got into a fight, Sannie. Naughty boys don't deserve rewards." Teasing his boyfriend was always fun. He loved it when San got like this, desperate and whiny.

The younger found it funny how hesitant he was during their first sexual interaction. Now here he was, begging for Wooyoung's hands on him.

"Won't do it again! Just need you now!"

"Does Sannie promise?"

"Sannie promises!"

Their lips crashed together yet again, a newfound lust between the two as Wooyoung went to fulfil San's request, hand slipping through the fabrics of his pants, and slowly stroking his hardened member. The demon's light pants and whines filled the blonde's ears, broken up only by more kisses.

The bathroom door was kept shut by San's powers, with the teen growling angrily when someone tried to push it open. Thank God there were no other students in there.

Yet they were interrupted by the sound of the blonde's phone from his pocket. San's eyes went soft, as if to say "aren't you going to get that?" despite Wooyoung begging him to continue. When it was clear he wasn't going to get anymore, he huffed and snatched his phone from its holdings and answered the call. In spite of his previous irritation, his face brightened when the person on the other end began to speak.

"Grandma!" He exclaimed. San watched attentively as the other chatted on the phone with this 'Grandma', lip jutted out and a frown on his face.

He wasn't jealous that someone wanted to see Wooyoung, more so, he was just confused as to what this grandma was. It didn't sound like someone he had ever met or even heard of. He nearly questioned Wooyoung about it, but the younger seemed so excited and didn't want to bring down his mood with a dumb question. So he let it be and simply grinned back.

Apparently, he was going to visit his grandma later today. A plan that San didn't necessarily agree with since he was told he couldn't come with. "Relax Sannie, I'll be fine." The demon still pouted, arms crossed. Wooyoung tilted his head, twisting it so he could see the other teen face. "How about this, when I get back, I'll give you a reward for being so patient."

Just like that, San's face lit up. He wrapped his arms around the smaller and grinned. As he nuzzled into his boyfriend's shoulder, the other teen giggled. Out of all of them, Wooyoung loved sweet San the most. He was just so cute and cuddly. "As long as my dads aren't home, you can give me as many rewards as you want~"

While Wooyoung grinned, San was hit with the realisation that he hadn't told his fathers that he had lost his virginity. They wouldn't be very happy if they found out and he knew Seonghwa would be livid that he had lost it to a human. Yet there was a tinge of guilt now hanging over the young demon like he lied to them this whole time.

It was so sudden but he couldn't help but feel terrible about it.

Well, I guess I know what I'm doing today.

------------------------------

Hongjoong had been acting odd recently and Seonghwa knew it. After knowing him for hundreds of years he was able to spot the differences the moment they happened. All-day, he wasn't as engaged in conversation as usual, would avoid eye contact and spent much more time in the basement and not for the reasons they were usually there for. Seonghwa would hear the soft sounds of the piano plucking below him, a sign that he was deep in thought. However, in the past he would often air his grievances to his husband, now he would hardly say a word. It was certainly strange, to say the least. Eventually, Seonghwa finally had enough of being ignored and confronted his husband later that evening, just after dinner. "Hongjoong," Whispered the older demon to the redhead, who sat just beside him on the bed. "Something is wrong."

"Nothing's w-"

"Don't lie to me," His sharp tone made Hongjoong flinch, only to lower his head a moment or so later. Realising how strict he must have sounded, Seonghwa took the smaller's hand, gently caressing to show him that he had calmed down. "I didn't mean to snap...I'm just worried about you, hun."

There was hesitance in Hongjoong's voice, as the younger demon only managed to stutter out a sigh. It made Seonghwa nothing but nervous, his brow furrowing in concern. "Hongjoong?"

"Seonghwa...I'm so sorry I-"

A soft knock from their bedroom door interrupted him. Seonghwa was ready to ask them to leave yet Hongjoong was much keener on a distraction, telling them to come in. He sent his husband an apologetic look, a silent sign that they would speak again later, then turned his attention to who was at their door. San shuffled in not a moment later, his head hanging low in an unidentified shame.

Hongjoong sighed and opened his arms for his son to fall right into. "What's wrong Sannie?" He whispered, smiling softly with Seonghwa right behind him by rubbing the teen's back.

"Will you be mad at what I'm about to say?" He muttered while burying his face into his dad's chest. His fathers' glanced between each other, sharing a look of worry and scepticism.

"It depends on what you say..." Muttered Seonghwa in response. "San, what happened?"

San shifted in Hongjoong's grip, clearly uncomfortable. Eventually, he gathered his breath and sighed. "I...Wooyoung and I...h-had sex..."

The tension was palpable. San went stiff in the older demon's arms, unsure of what he or Seonghwa were thinking. He could've sworn they were angry, ready to storm out and throttle Wooyoung or shout at him, and yet...nothing. "San ah," He heard Hongjoong sigh. "I never thought you'd be ready for-"

"HE DID WHAT? Where is that shrimp of a human! How dare he corrupt our son!" Shouted Seonghwa, shooting to his feet. "When I see him I'm going to tear him apart!" San whimpered at his harsh reaction and Hongjoong was quick to pull him back down.

Seonghwa, obviously, growled at him for this, still five seconds away from killing the boy who laid a hand on his child. Yet Hongjoong kept his grip firm and the older demon in place.

"Dad...You're burning up..." Whispered San, slowly moving away from Hongjoong's heated chest. "I thought you wouldn't be mad..."

"I'm not mad," Was his reply through Hongjoong's gritted teeth. Seonghwa rolled his eyes at this reaction and grumbled something under his breath. It was clear that they were both upset. "I'm just...shocked. That's all..."

San groaned then pushed himself away. "Why? You and father have sex all the time!" Hongjoong sucked in a breath. He never thought he would actually be having this discussion with his son, nor did he think it would be what would interrupt such an important conversation.

Seonghwa was equally as bewildered, though he tittered on the verge of emotional. "That's because we're married, San. Adults just do things like that- Oh...Adults..." That's when the tears started to spill. "Oh, Sannie! You're growing up so fast!"

"Father," Groaned San towards his now wailing parent. Sighing, Hongjoong shifted and brought Seonghwa into his lap, stroking his raven hair and rubbing his back. San never liked seeing either of his fathers, but mainly Seonghwa, emotional and quickly tried to divert his attention. "I'm seventeen now, father. This is a good thing! Don't you remember when you lost your virginity?"

Seonghwa wiped his tears with a light hum. "Of course I do," His sorrow was replaced with a smirk and he leaned into his hand while he reminisced on it. "It was Park Jinyoung over his dining room table. Oh yeah, he wrecked me good." He bit his lip at the memory, earning a questionable look from Hongjoong which Seonghwa didn't seem to notice. He had stopped rubbing his husband's back, feeling the need to glance away.

"Uncle Jinyoung...?" Muttered San. That makes sense. He shook that thought away though. "Anyway...it made you happy though, didn't it? And Wooyoung makes me the happiest demon in Hell or...on Earth. I thought this would be an important thing to let you know. Please, just don't do anything to scare him off!" Of course, neither of them wanted to see San upset. So, begrudgingly, they promised they wouldn't do anything to frighten Wooyoung.

San jumped to his feet with a bright grin. Both fathers were nearly knocked back when he pounced on them, engulfing their bodies withs hugs as he said his thanks over and over again. He left excited, possibly ready to tell his boyfriend the news while Hongjoong and Seonghwa remained seated on their bed. "I still can't believe he's dating a human..." The latter muttered, earning only a light hum from his husband. "Joong, about earlier-"

"Forget it." Seonghwa reached for his arm but Hongjoong stood before he could touch him. He watched as the younger brushed himself off then left the room. The older was left sitting there, confused and worried. What was going on with him?

------------------------------

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Pouted San, looking at his boyfriend with his big, adorable eyes. Wooyoung swore he would have melted right then and thereby his expression alone. Pressing his lips again San's, he delivered a soft kiss before grinning at him.

"I'll be fine Sannie. It's just my grandma's house. I'll be back before you know it."

San stuck his lip out further, still pouting. "I don't trust this grandma. How do I know it won't kill you? Then I'll never see you again!" Wooyoung sighed. He shook his head at such a thought yet still brought the older teen into a hug.

"San, do you know what a grandma or grandpa is?" Wooyoung chuckled when San shook his head against his chest. The demon felt just a little silly that he didn't know the answer to something that sounded like general knowledge but Wooyoung didn't look down on him for it.

"They're your parents' parents." He explained. "Like, the people who gave birth to you dads'." Before San could question him further, Wooyoung's eyes widened at his watch. "Oh jeez San, I've got to get to the train station! I'll call you when I get there." He kissed him yet again before sprinting off.

San made sure to watch him until he was completely out of sight. Once he knew he was safe and gone for sure, he sighed. Wooyoung was going to spend time at his "grandma's" house, whatever that thing really was. He was leaving for an entire week and he had no clue how he would cope without him. The young demon floated into the living room with a heavy groan which didn't fail to gain the attention of his father below him. "San? What-"

"Why don't I have a grandma?"

Seonghwa's mouth fell open then immediately slammed shut while his hand travelled towards the back of his head, rubbing it awkwardly. "Well...um..." He wasn't sure how to put this into words. Sure, San knew where babies went but Seonghwa highly doubted he knew where they came from. Which made this all the more awkward for him. "You see...um...You don't have one because...The Devil made us! Yeah! Or something...and he was the first being to ever be created so he doesn't have parents...?"

Whether or not that was actually correct, Seonghwa had no clue. It wasn't like he ever paid attention in school or anything...

"Father...wouldn't that mean that you and Dad are technically related?"

"I...No! Well by that logic sure but...Agh! Dammit, where is Hongjoong?" Seonghwa paused. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen his husband since earlier than evening. It was past ten now. "San, have you seen your dad?" His son shrugged at him. Pulling out his phone instead of giving any real answers. In turn, Seonghwa rolled his eyes and figured it would just be easier to go find him himself.

Down the hall, Seonghwa was still searching for Hongjoong. He had looked in every room by now, yet on the first and second floor, he was nowhere in sight. The very last place that came to mind was the basement and Seonghwa smacked himself for not thinking of it earlier. To his surprise, all the lights were on, but there was no one around. Seonghwa furrowed his brow and walked further into the room.

He smiled at the array of sex toys lining the walls but wasn't too focused on them. After peering around for a moment, he figured he would go back upstairs. Something caught his attention though. A muffling sound from the other side of the wall. That's strange. It seemed to be coming from behind the piano but...Oh...

When he gave the wall an ever so slight push, it moved, and what he saw was horrifying.

"Aw, how cute~" Hongjoong chuckled. Seonghwa couldn't really tell what he was standing over, it looked like a person, but there was so much blood splattered on it that it could be anything. But one thing was certain - it was living. The demon's eyes went wide at the downright demented look on Hongjoong's face and was glad he had yet to take notice of him. "Ready for another round sweetheart?"

"P-P-Please! I-I'm begging you! S-Stop!"

Hongjoong tsked. "Begging gets you nowhere. I thought you would've learned by now. Ah well, I guess that pretty mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson." The demon strutted over to the line of weapons on the wall, humming to himself as he examined each of them.

How long was this room been here? How did Seonghwa never notice? Well, there was a damn good reason he was never told about it.

Chained to the wall, his prisoner could do nothing but struggle as he came over with a metal clamp, a collar with spikes pointing towards the neck and a slick, black whip.

"Are you ready, my little doll?" Seonghwa couldn't watch any longer. In an instant, he teleported himself back at the entrance of the basement, immediately shutting the door behind him. He hadn't noticed but his heart was racing, pounding beneath his chest in a way that made him wince. It took a few seconds but eventually, Seonghwa collected his breaths.

San looked up from his phone and just out of the corner of his eye, saw his father walk towards him. "Father? Is something wrong? You look-"

"Time for bed San."

"Bed? It's only half-past ten why would I-"

"Bed." Was all Seonghwa repeated, this time, his tone was strict and San knew better than to test his patience. Obediently, the teen gathered himself and flew off to his room. It left Seonghwa the space to fall onto the couch, an exasperated breath leaving his lips. His hands found their way to his cheeks, holding his face while he attempted to come to grips with what he just saw.

What the hell was that? He thought to himself. Okay...Okay. I just need to make sure he's alright. I'll keep San in his room until then...

He hadn't seen Hongjoong like that in a long time. So unhinged. He never took pleasure in the pure suffering of others unless he was pushed to the edge. Seonghwa of all people knew this well. But he didn't wish to dwell on those memories. They were painful to think back to, especially when he knew they were his fault.

Once he made sure San was safe in his room, Seonghwa had to decide the best course of action. He couldn't just confront Hongjoong, not when he was like this. But he was afraid of what may happen if he waited too long. "Why am I thinking about this so much? This is my husband, I should be able to ask what was wrong..." It wasn't a mystery. He knew why. He was scared, terrified even.

Seonghwa thought back to the Blood Moon. The pure delight in Hongjoong's eyes when he hung him over the burning city was enough to make him sweat. His head pounded at the lone thought of that night, as he could feel the curse Jackson spoke of began to creep through his head. Though he tried his best to shake it off, he could hear the screams of those whose minds he took over. It didn't make it any easier for the demon to relax.

He was so distracted that he failed to notice Hongjoong walk out of the bathroom; His previously bloodied hands cleansed of any stains. Seonghwa grabbed his arm immediately, prompting the younger to growl violently at him. "Sorry..." He mumbled, drawing his hand back.

The dark red in Hongjoong's eyes alone were enough to warn Seonghwa yet he still ignored his gut feelings to go. "Joong, please, tell me what's wrong! I can't help you but I can't do that if you won't tell me what's going on!"

"What could you possibly do to fix this? It's too late now anyways..."

"Why? What was that thing in the basement? What did you do?" His tone became more frantic. It seemed to be the thing to snap Hongjoong out of his aggressive trance as well, his eyes fading to their usual lighter shade. The younger demon held his head suddenly, groaning to himself while Seonghwa wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hongjoong...please...what happened?"

"I...I made a deal."

"A deal? With who?"

"A deal with the Devil."

Just then, screams erupted from upstairs. The pair's eyes went wide. Instantly, they rushed to San's room, where the sound came from. The door was blasted open by Hongjoong but they were too late.

Demons in heavy armour surrounded their child, his arms and legs held by a tight rope, teeth bared. With zero hesitation, the two demons leapt forward. Seonghwa's fist collided with one of the guards faces, while Hongjoong sent a ring of fire towards another. He hardly took the time to watch him burn before turning his attention to someone else.

Dark limps slithered from the shadows, snaking around the offenders' bodies. Yet before he could get to all of them, Seonghwa's head was bashed from behind. Hongjoong's attention went straight towards his fallen husband but his distraction was his demise. One of the soldiers whipped a dark rope around his neck, shoving him to the ground. He clawed at the string harshly restricting his breaths yet his arms were soon tied behind his back.

"Dad! Father!" They heard San cry yet they could do nothing to get to him.

Slow claps entered the scene, followed by a demonic chuckle and large shadow casting over them. "A brilliant attempt! Futile, but brilliant." Hongjoong growled at the man as he entered the room but it only made him coo. "And Hongjoong, a cute display you put on in your basement. So glad my gifts are being put to good use. All that anger wasn't because of me, now was it?"

"Let him go!" Hongjoong shouted. His eyes didn't leave the other demon's, watching while he strode over to San. "He did nothing wrong!"

"Correct. But a deal is a deal, Hongjoong. And I hear you don't intend to pay your end of the bargain." The Devil laughed at the way Hongjoong's face scrunched. The enchanted ropes were the only thing keeping him down but if they weren't, oh god if they weren't - he would've torn him to shreds.

Seonghwa inched up with a painful groan from the throbbing sensation in his head. First, he looked at the state of his loved ones and lunged forward. Yet noticed the swords surrounding his figure right after. "What do you want with us? Let them go!"

"Us? No. Just them. I'm sure your little husband told you about our deal all those years ago and he denied my visit." His finger trailed towards San's face. The teen hissed as the Devil traced his cheek, earning nothing but a smirk from him. "The child is mine, after all."

Both of the other demons growled in response, bodies arching for attack, only to be reminded how outnumbered they were. "Bastard!" Yelled Seonghwa! "Lay a hand on him, and I rip your spine right out your back!"

Namjoon grimaced at the thought, a look meant only to entertain the dark creature. "How rude. With a mouth like that, you might as well be left for the dogs. Let's get on with this. I don't want to be on this rock any longer than I must."

The ropes around the other two tightened. With the flick of his wrist, Namjoon had opened a spiralling, red portal that radiated with fierce demonic energy. Even with all the force in his body, Seonghwa wasn't fast enough to reach them.

"Father!"

"Seonghwa!"

Were the last voices he heard before the portal was shut. For just a brief moment, he could see the Devil smile. A dark, sinister leer left there to taunt him. For the second he was gone, Seonghwa was alone.

Not even the hand of God could make him believe what he had just witnessed. The curse of silence uncomfortably laced his son's bedroom, practically consuming him within seconds. So many thoughts raced through his mind, each more cancerous than the last at the image of what the Devil had planned for his family.

It was suffocating.

Encasing his body in dread.

I need to get back to Hell. But he had no way to open a portal. Not on his own at least. Who could-

"Jinyoung!" The demon raced to his phone, hastily dialling the number of his friend and praying he would pick up.

"Ah, Seonghwa. Need another pick me up or-" Meek sobs but off whatever snarky comment Jinyoung had prepared. It didn't take long for the younger to break into tears over what had happened. Nothing in the world felt worse than seeing them ripped from his sight.

If Jinyoung said anything, Seonghwa didn't notice. Too clouded by his newfound grief to really listen to what his friend had to say. Though it wasn't as if he spoke much anyway. After two minutes, Jinyoung had the last say right before he hung up. "I'll be there in three minutes."

Said three minutes had to be the most agonisingly painful time Seonghwa had ever felt. He couldn't but teleport anxiously from room to room until he landed in the living room, not caring about the energy he was wasting on worry.

Even after waiting for what felt like an eternity, Jinyoung appeared in front of the hopeless demon, who flung himself in his arms without hesitation. The older male ran one of his hands through Seonghwa's soft, black locks, the other rubbing his back. "Shh, it's alright Hwa."

"It's not! J-Jinyoung, he took San and Hongjoong! I don't know what to do!" He was so distraught, his legs began to shake, hands trembling against Jinyoung's chest. The other demon realised he was close to collapse and carefully led him to the couch.

Gently, he wiped the tears from Seonghwa's eyes. "Hey," He said softly, the younger looking up at him with his big, teary eyes. "I know how to make you feel better."

"The only way you could do that would be if you brought back my husband and son."

Jinyoung then leaned in, warm breath brushing against Seonghwa's neck, making his hair stand on edge. "Don't be too sure about that, baby boy." The nickname and the way his hand landed on the raven-haired's thigh made something click in Seonghwa's head. And he didn't like it one bit.

Jinyoung was pushed away by his friend, back hitting the arm of the couch while Seonghwa stood over him. A harsh glare rested on his pale and anguish filled face, directed at the male in front of him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted, visibly angered by his previous action. "Didn't you hear any of what I said?"

"Of course I did," In this circumstance, Jinyoung had no right to be upset. Yet his lowered tone and fierce gaze as he went back to his feet said otherwise. "Let me do you a favour and distract you. It's the least you can do for me."

"For you? FOR YOU?" A shockwave of fury erupted from the enraged demon, shaking everything in the room. Jinyoung was able to deflect it with a simple wave of his hand, but it did nothing to stave off Seonghwa's anger. "You work for the damn bastard. Hell, I bet you knew about this. Didn't you?"

"Seonghwa-"

"I don't want to hear it! All I want is to get them back, and if you're not going to help me do that, move out of my fucking way so I can find someone who will." Despite the venom in his threat, the older demon was hardly phased. As a matter of fact, pity soon engulfed his face. A response Seonghwa didn't quite understand until Jinyoung turned around.

Digits tracing the air, a glowing line of red left wherever they travelled, a pattern was formed and with it a portal. "I was really hoping you wouldn't say that..."

All Seonghwa could do was let his mouth fall open, left agape at whoever stepped out of the portal. Red hair that fell over his right eye to match the deep crimson of his glowering pools. Tight black pants hugged his legs to accentuate the perfect curve of his rear as well as a ripped shirt that didn't serve much in the way of purpose other than to show off his chest.

The sable boots he wore, adding at least four inches in height, just built upon his already intimidating stature. Seonghwa found himself frozen in the presence of this demon, as most would. "W-What...?"

"Did you miss me, oppa?" His sweet tone was laced with a dark undertone. Every time he spoke, it was as if there was another just behind it, never failing to unnerve the demon. "Youngie and I had a little bet. We wanted to see who could get it first. Now it's my turn."

"Don't get your hopes up Jimin. It's not happening." With the portal open just in front of him, Seonghwa took his chances and sprinted forward. He didn't have a plan - so it was no shock when he was grabbed back. The master of seduction took hold of his neck, slamming him to the ground and leering over him. Jimin's serpent tongue slithered out of his mouth and ran across his plush lips, giggling at the way Seonghwa struggled so uselessly.

"What a cutie~ After all this time, you still think I ask for permission? You even told me, I could have this whenever I wanted." His sharp finger traced Seonghwa's soft cheek. It was clear he enjoyed watching him squirm helplessly. "Your little husband isn't here to protect you this time. You're mine now Park Seonghwa."

˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚

Kill me, I've rewritten this chapter like 3 times now and everything that could go wrong decide to go wrong today 🤡🔫 When I tell you I'm tired-

Fun fact, this was supposed to be Woosan centric but I got stuck. *Cry*