Just wanted to say thank you for getting Hell Born to 4k! I honestly never thought it would get this far! What kind of chapter should I do to celebrate? (Not a family flashback, I've already got one planned ;3) Woosan fluff, Jongsang, Seongjoong past or present (maybe even more of the basement) You choose!

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The bright rays of the sun glistened through the blinds of the bedroom. Yunho sighed in delight, soaking in as much of its energy as he could before his lids finally fluttered open. His eyes travelled to his right, surprised to see that he was the only one in the bed. With his brows furrowed, Yunho sat up and called for his missing companion. "Mingi?" No reply. He thought that he may have been taking a shower yet the water wasn't running. In fact, it was clear that the bathroom had been used earlier this morning.

The angel frowned. He checked the kitchen, the living room, the garden - Mingi was nowhere in sight. "Where on earth could he be?" For a few moments, he racked his brain as to where he could've gone off to. The cafe was closed and he knew for a fact that he didn't have classes on Sunday. After a bit of thinking, it finally hit him.

Just to be safe, Yunho peered into Jongho and Yeosang's room. He could hear them snoring peacefully from just behind the door. Good, they were still fast asleep. With that, Yunho closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, he was in the park. Once he arrived, it didn't take long for him to spot Mingi at his usual spot, his head hung and his fingers laced between each other.

"Mingi?" When he heard his name, the younger man looked up and, ever so slowly, turned to him. His eyes were light red, dried tears on his cheeks. Yunho's eyes widened and he hastily rushed to comfort him.

"Yunho? How did you know I'd be here?" Mingi asked in a hushed tone.

"I remember you told me, this is where you come to get a moment to yourself. I couldn't find you this morning, so I assumed you may be here." The younger sniffed, wiping his nose and averting his gaze yet again.

"I'm sorry for worrying you," He whispered. "I've just got a lot on my mind..."

"Care to talk about it? It may relieve some of your stress." Mingi finally looked up at Yunho, greeted with his warm smile. It was so small yet the Sun itself couldn't compare. It brought brightness to Mingi's soul.

The brunette gathered his breath, stuttering out a sigh. "This is the day someone very special was taken from me...we used to come here together almost every day before he passed."

"He sounds like he was very important to you."

"He was...He was my best friend, and the love of my life." Yunho felt his stop and then shatter. The love of his life? Of course. Despite his feelings, Yunho continued to hold the younger, stroking his soft hair.

"What was his name?"

"Hwanwoong..." Mingi replied, a tiny smile on his lips. "He died this time last year. We were on our way to a date. I-It was dark and we couldn't see very well. A-And I leaned over t-to kiss him on the cheek but when I did he saw a deer in the middle o-of the road. He swerved and hit a tree." Mingi stopped himself, noticing the heavy tears running down his face. He allowed himself to relax at least a little before he continued.

"I-I'm not sure how long we were out, b-but when I woke up I saw him lying beside me...just as he flatlined...If I hadn't distracted him like that, he'd still be here. He'd be sitting with me, holding me, and telling me everything would be okay but it's not! It's my fault Yunho, it's my fault he's gone!"

Mingi gasped when he was pulled right into Yunho's arms. "Listen to me Mingi," He said softly. "Do not ever blame yourself. It is not your fault, nor will it ever be. You didn't know that deer would appear and you had no idea the car would swerve. You are not at fault here." Mingi nodded through his tears as Yunho continued to stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him. He made sure to tell him over and over that what happened wasn't his fault, complimenting him and doing his best to keep his spirits high.

Neither were sure how long they were sitting but it didn't matter. Mingi eventually found himself relaxing in Yunho's tranquil aura. His warmth filling Mingi's body like a blanket of protection promising to keep him safe from heartbreak.

"Thank you, Yunho..." Mingi mumbled to the older. "At least I know he's one of the good angels watching over me..." Yunho paused at that. He opened his mouth to speak, desperately contemplating what to say, before shutting it entirely and just humming in response.

See, when a good person dies, they don't become angels. Just like in Hell, they become energy for them to consume. Only the humans are purified rather than tortured. Chances are, Hwanwoong's soul was consumed a few months after he died if he was a good enough person, or he was still bathing in holy water as they spoke.

But there was no chance of Yunho telling Mingi that. Instead, he just left it and allowed the human to lay on his chest. Neither spoke a word, sitting in silence as they allowed their thoughts to flow.

He's still hurting, of course. Why did I think I had a chance?

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Jongho yawned, trudging into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes tiredly. To his surprise, neither of the hyungs seemed to be here. Usually they were conversing in the kitchen right about now. Yunho always woke up at the same time, so there was no way he was still asleep, and Mingi didn't have school on Sunday, so they must've been out. Shrugging his shoulders, the teen made his way over to the fridge and poured himself a bowl of cereal, waiting for Yeosang to join him.

While he waited for his coffee to finish brewing, the angel in question zipped into the room, stretching when he got to the counter. "Good morning," He greeted with an odd chip in his tone. Jongho responded with a look of exhaustion and a weak hello, too tired to reply with the same enthusiasm.

"Why are you so happy today?" Grumbled Jongho, finally pouring his drink into a mug.

"Who wouldn't smile when waking up to such a gorgeous face in the morning?" Jongho's cup shattered in his hand as his head whipped towards Yeosang. The angel cringed at his reaction, then rolled his eyes. "Ugh, never mind. I take it back." He turned around muttering something about how it was better in the books. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Jongho glanced down at the broken glass around his feet, then hastily blew at his hand, finally realising he had just spilt piping hot liquid over it. Yet as warm as it was, it couldn't beat the heat rushing to Jongho's cheeks at what Yeosang had said to him. Why is he being so weird today? He thought. The teen eventually just groaned to himself and started cleaning up his mess.

He went straight to the showers afterwards, washing his thoughts away in the water. He glanced down at the knobs, careful to use as little of his strength as possible when he turned them. When Jongho walked back into his room, he noticed Yeosang sitting on a beanbag in the corner of the room reading something. "You need to stop reading those disgusting books..." Jongho told him. "They're gonna fill your head with all sorts of weird thoughts."

"And why do you care? It's not like I'll use anything I learn on y-you..." Yeosang stopped mid-sentence when Jongho ran his hand through his soaking wet hair with a sigh. The way the water dripped down Jongho's face and onto his neck made the angel gulp.

"What were you saying?" Questioned the younger teen once he realised the other had stopped speaking.

Yeosang blushed and hastily stuttered out a response. "I-It doesn't matter. Will you dry your hair already! I-It's distracting!"

Jongho scoffed but did as he was told. When he finished he flopped onto his bed and sighed. Bored. He was bored. He glanced over at Yeosang, only to find that the angel was staring at him. "What?"

"I'm thinking."

"About?"

"You."

"Why?"

"Because...Because..." Yeosang smacked his forehead with a groan, coming up blank. "You confuse me!" He finally shouted. Jongho, intrigued, sat up and tilted his head to the side. "D-Don't do that..." It's too cute.

He had no idea when these feelings started to develop, but they made Jongho doing the simplest actions hard for the angel to watch. He just couldn't stop thinking about him.

Jongho chuckled at Yeosang and rolled his eyes. He patted the space next to him, asking the angel to sit next to him, to which he reluctantly agreed. "What's up? Why do I confuse you?" He almost laughed at such a statement.

Yeosang had to choose his words wisely. He wanted to ask him why he made his heart beat fast, why he liked seeing him so much and why he despised it when he was around other people but all of that sounded so odd coming from him now. So he chose a different question.

"You never ask questions. Haven't you ever thought about where you came from? You're obviously not human." There was quite some time before Yeosang received an actual reply. The younger sat with his hands in his lap and his gaze lowered. The odd silence made Yeosang feel as though he had said the wrong thing.

After a few moments, Jongho finally said: "I try my hardest not to think about it, honestly. It hurts my heart too much to wonder if my parents didn't love me enough to keep me, or if they died and I never got the chance to mourn. I've always thought of myself as human and I still do. I never wanted any of this...I just wanted my parents..."

Demons and angels don't have parents. They are not simply born. For a certain amount of humans that die on Earth, an angel and a demon are born in balance. They are then incubated and sent to training/containment. San was the strange exception to this rule.

Sympathy flashed in Yeosang's emerald eyes, knowing this and wanting to help him understand but couldn't risk hurting him anymore. Would it be better to leave him in the dark? Full of false hope and sorrow, or risk his heart dropping in disappointment?

"I'm sure you'll find out what happened to them someday, Jongho." Said Yeosang, smiling softly. The younger returned the smile. Unexpectedly, he placed his head on Yeosang's shoulder, curling up to him for comfort. The angel's body tensed at this action.

With his eyes closed, Jongho could hear nothing but the relaxing heartbeat of the angel beside him, grinning. "Your heart's beating so fast." He giggled.

Blush crept across Yeosang's face, suddenly wanting to hide away in embarrassment. "It's all your fault," He muttered irritably.

"Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?"

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A little idea snaked its way into Yeosang's head. Biting his lip, his hand tilted Jongho's chin towards him, the younger's eyes fluttering open. God, he's so gorgeous. Without a second thought, Yeosang brought their lips together. It was like magic. His lips were softer than he could've ever imagined. Yet Jongho, being so caught off guard, fell back in surprise.

The angel smirked down at him and crawled on top, pulling Jongho's arms above him and began kissing him yet again, hardly giving him a moment to breathe. "Y-Yeo what are you doing?" Jongho stuttered between gasps for air. Yeosang didn't respond, he only stared down at him with his dark, lustful eyes, leaning towards his neck.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted you," He muttered, his warm breath brushing against Jongho, causing him to flinch. "How much I've needed you." He started to grind down on the boy's crotch in satisfaction while Jongho gasped.

He needed him now. Or else he knew he'd never be satisfied. Jongho was his and he had to make sure he understood that.

"Y-Yeosang...P-Please stop..." He didn't listen. Their lips collided yet again in a desperate kiss, this time, Jongho trying to shove the angel off.

Yeosang knew he wouldn't use his full strength though and only held him tighter in response. He bit his bottom lip, prompting Jongho to open his mouth so that he could slide his tongue in. He shook his head, trying his hardest to say no but the angel took a hand and clamped it over his chin to keep him still. Yeosang continued to kiss up and down his neck, biting in a way that made Jongho whimper.

"Shut it." He growled. With just one hand, he managed to unbuckle Jongho's pants, a hungry look in his eyes while he ignored the younger's cries to stop.

This was completely normal. Just like in the books he read. Enemies always become lovers, in the end, that's what the story says. They couldn't possibly stay acquaintances forever, he simply wouldn't allow it. A little resistance wouldn't be an issue as long as Yeosang ignored his pleas.

Finally, Jongho managed to wriggle his hands from the angel's tight grip before harshly kicking him away. Yeosang fell to the ground with a groan, standing back up with a bit of a stumble.

"What was that for?" He shouted angrily.

"What is wrong with you?" Jongho yelled back. Yeosang finally noticed the discomfort on his face, seeing the tears trickling down his cheeks and took a step back.

Why was he reacting like this? He was supposed to enjoy it. Yeosang couldn't stand to see him in tears.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away." He heard Jongho sigh. The younger silently beckoned him back over, until Yeosang was sitting across from him. To his surprise, he felt a pair of soft lips carefully peck his.

"It's alright just...just ask first. Please. And if I say stop, for the life of you, please stop." Yeosang nodded at him slowly. He expected Jongho to shove him away once again yet surprisingly, he was pulled onto the younger's lap.

The younger examined his face, his now soft eyes, his little pout. Jongho couldn't stay mad at him. Whether or not he really wanted to do this...was still unclear in his mind. Seconds ago he wouldn't stop, not even when Jongho started to cry. He didn't know how he felt about Yeosang. Hell, in his head he was questioning whether he even felt anything at all. His body, on the other hand, was telling him something completely different. "What? Don't want to continue?"

The blonde's shock subsided instantly as Yeosang crashed his lips against Jongho's yet again, eager to feel every inch of him. Jongho wished he could say he was surprised by the angel's roughness but after the library incident, he should've expected as much.

A light whine managed to escape Jongho's mouth when Yeosang kissed up and down his neck, this time in pleasure, making the angel smirk. Slowly, he pulled Jongho's hands towards his throat and whispered: "Do it Jongie, choke me, a-ahh, j-just like that Jongie, just like that. You're doing so well sweetie."

Jongho felt his heart soar at the praise yet something hit him right after. Like he was starting to think Yeosang had just a little too much control. So without warning, he grabbed the older and flipped him on his back.

"J-Jongie?"

"Switch," Jongho leaned towards him with a smirk. "I'll go get the lube, kitten." Yeosang shivered at the name.

"You have lube?"

"No, I'll just steal it from hyung's room. It's okay, it's not like he'll ever need it anyway. Be patient babe." When Jongho got up, Yeosang quickly shifted away from the bed.

He went over to the desk and snatched his phone from the table, swiping through it until he got to the camera. With a smirk, he hid it in the corner of the room, just out of sight. "You want a show, Park-Kim? Fine, I'll give you a show."

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Both teens could see stars when they were done. It was rough, and if Yeosang didn't call for them to switch, he would've sworn Jongho could've broken his ass with how hard he went. Safe to say he would have a very obvious limp tomorrow. They would need to explain a few things to Mingi like the hole in the wall or the broken part of the bunk bed but it was worth it.

Though Yeosang had to admit, he was expecting something a bit...more towards the end. "Jongie?" Jongho hummed at him. "Are you a virgin?"

Jongho chuckled at him, shaking his head. "I don't think I could even claim to be a virgin after the way you rode me. But no...I'm not." That would explain the lack of spark towards the end. Though, the mattress would like to argue with that one. A thought lingered in Yeosang's head at this though.

"Who was it?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Relax Yeo...She's long gone."

"She? Why haven't you mentioned her before? When did you meet her? How long were you to-"

"Yeosang," Jongho said sternly. "Drop it. Please. I don't want to talk about that woman." Woman? Yeosang furrowed his brow and looked down at him curiously. When Jongho realised his slip up he turned away. However, Yeosang was quick to pull him back towards his chest.

"Hey hey, I'm sorry for asking. It's alright." Jongho nodded at him, smiling to himself as he snuggled closer to his chest.

"I'm sorry about your wings Yeosang..." he finally sighed. Jongho could tell he was still angry just by the way he clenched his jaw. It was obvious he hadn't entirely forgiven him yet. "I don't know how to make it up to you, but-" Yeosang cut him off, putting a finger to his face.

"Worry about the wings later," he said softly. "You can make it up to me by promising me something. Promise me you'll stay with me forever. That I'll be the only one that gets to kiss you and make you smile. I should be the only one to look into your gorgeous eyes and hold you. Promise me you'll be mine and only mine. Forever."

Jongho chuckled then nodded at him. "Alright Yeosang, I promise."

He thought the angel was joking, exaggerating to lighten the mood. While Jongho's feelings were unclear just yet, Yeosang's were. And he meant every word of what he said. It would only be a matter of time before Jongho realised just how serious he was.

I'll make you mine forever Jongho. Even if I have to force you.

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Yunho and Yeosang sat on the edge of the porch, enjoying the light breeze and comfortable atmosphere. Neither had spent much time with one another as of recently, and though they weren't close, the other's company was appreciated. It was silent between them before the younger spoke. "I think I might be in love."

For a moment, Yunho was taken aback, before chuckling lightly. "Are you sure? In such a short amount of time? Love is a very strong word."

Yeosang nodded at him. "Of course! It has to be love, it's the only reasonable explanation. I'm in love with Jongho. That's why I feel the way I do towards him." Yunho's breath hitched. Slowly, he turned to the younger angel, his expression puzzled.

"How on earth is that even possible?" He inquired. "He's a demon and you were so adamant on killing him not too long ago. What happened?"

Yeosang wasn't sure how to put it into words. At first, the only thing he could think of was seeing Jongho perish but now he was starting to think that was part of love. He wanted to see Jongho all the time. Every second of the day. Yeosang wanted to cut him in half then stitch him back together just to hug him. He wanted his attention to be on him and no one else. He wanted him. Even the simplest things he wanted to see him do. Hell, even if he was just breathing. If he were to stop, it should be by Yeosang's hands alone. If he were to smile, it should be because of him. And if he were to die, it should be because of him as well.

Yeosang wasn't sure when these feelings had developed but all he knew for sure was that he needed Jongho. He had read a few things here and there, featuring characters proclaiming their love through similar actions. So it had to be correct. Yet when relaying these feelings to Yunho, he stared at him as if he were a mad man.

"As I see it, that does not sound very healthy. I do not know much about love, however, I believe what you are describing is lust. You act far too much on emotion," Yunho told him, earning a look of confusion from the younger angel. "Had you gone through normal training, I am sure this wouldn't be as much of an issue. Due to your upbringing, however, you possess a very wide range of thoughts and feelings compared to me and many other angels."

For better or for worse.

Yunho thought to himself, not hesitating to roll his eyes. Yeosang scoffed at such a statement and crossed his arms. "And is that so wrong? I can do as I please."

"That, I'm afraid, is where your problem lies. You are violent with your emotions, flipping from one extreme to the next. All I am asking is that you be mindful of how you use them. If you are not careful, you may just hurt someone you love."

"What do you know about love anyway? You don't have a clue about what I'm dealing with!" Pain is all Yunho felt at that. He thought back to Mingi and the way he lit up at the mention of his lost love. He beamed in a way Yunho would never be able to elicit. Even still, he smiled to himself.

"You're right. I have no clue what love is. I don't think I'll ever experience it." With that, Yunho dusted himself off and stood to his feet. He looked over towards Yeosang, silently asking if he was ready to go. The younger refused. Keeping his eyes fixed in a glare towards the ground.

Yunho sighed at him, then gave him a light pat on the back. "Please, think about what I said. I'm serious too, Yeosang. I don't want you to make a mistake you'll have to regret for the rest of eternity."

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Since that day at the park, Yunho had been avoiding Mingi, he could feel it. The angel hardly looked his way after that and it concerned him. Each time Mingi would ask him what was wrong he always received the same response:

"I'm fine. Just a little tired." When Mingi was well aware that it wasn't true. He was just avoiding him. No matter how hard he tried, Yunho just wouldn't speak to him and Mingi had no clue why. So he turned to someone he knew could help.

Hell's Kitchen was running smoothly, as always, but the young man was lost in thought. "Yah, Mingi ah, quit daydreaming."

"Okay hyung..." Seonghwa paused. He didn't think his tone had been so harsh that it would dampen Mingi's mood.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap-"

"How do you do it?" He questioned suddenly. Seonghwa tilted his head to the side, asking what he meant. "You and Hongjoong have been together for what, a hundred years? And you're still going strong! Don't you ever, I don't know, get mad at one another? What do you do?"

"Of course we get mad at one another," Chuckled Seonghwa. "But we've learned to work around our issues. It's just about understanding the other person's point of view, and I can always tell when something's off with him. One hundred years of marriage will do that." Oh god, Mingi was really hoping it wouldn't take a hundred years to resolve this. He didn't even have that long to live! "Why do you ask?"

Mingi sighed and leaned against the cashier counter. "It's Yunho. He's avoiding me."

"I wish he'd avoid me. I feel that thing's eyes on me all the time..."

"He's even started sleeping on the couch! I don't know what to do...I don't even know what I did wrong." Seonghwa patted the brunette on the back, his face filled with sympathy for the young man.

"Emotions are complicated Mingi. That's why angels are trained not to experience them. Just give him a bit of time, I'm sure he's just coming to grips with his feelings towards you."

Mingi furrowed his brow, looking at Seonghwa curiously. "Feelings? Towards me? What do you mean?"

"I..." The demon stopped himself, shaking his head and walking off to the kitchen with a groan. "Nevermind. Four things can bring emotion back to someone's life. Rage, sorrow, euphoria and love. If you haven't realised which one's hit him by now, then I'm sorry. You're blind."