The next day, much to Wooyoung's surprise, San sat right next to him in the first period.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa wanted San to stay away from Wooyoung. So San was going to do the complete opposite because the words "mindful" and "safe" just weren't in his vocabulary.

The younger boy fiddled anxiously, waiting for some sort of reaction from San, yet all he did was get his books out. "S-San...about yesterday, I'm really so-"

"Save it," Wooyoung flinched. San had grabbed his chin, gently pulling it in his direction. "We should hang out this weekend."

Wooyoung felt his face turn red. San noticed this and cooed. "Aww Woo~" he teased. "You were so bold yesterday. What happened, love?"

"L-Love?" San couldn't help but smirk at how flustered the boy was. He may not be a demon of seduction, but he'd been around enough to pick up a few tricks.

"Careful with him Wooyoung, he might take your soul." A student snickered from behind. San and Wooyoung turned around to see a boy with light brown hair and eyes to match. He was a freshman no doubt.

"What are you on about now Jongho?" Wooyoung groaned. Jongho arched his brow and smirked.

"You don't know?" He gawked, walking down to their level. "This kid is some sort of demon." San furrowed his brow at the boy. This must be the Jongho that the delinquent was talking about. "I saw him do his freaky stuff first hand."

Wooyoung scoffed at this accusation. He stood to his feet with his arms crossed and eyes glaring at the freshman. "Is this your way of looking for attention Jongho?" He spat. "I get that you don't get a lot of it at the orphanage, but there's no need to be so extra. Just because he has a dark aesthetic doesn't mean he's a goddamn demon!"

"Well aren't you two just perfect for each other." Jongho said sarcastically. "We all know what you do for extra money. How fitting that you end up with a freak like that, you whore!"

At that, San snapped. He stood as well, nearly lunging for the boy had it not been for the teacher telling them to take their seats. That didn't stop him from glaring at him through the entirety of class though and thinking of all the ways he wanted to tear through him for upsetting Wooyoung.

"San, calm down," Wooyoung whispered once he noticed what his friend was doing. "People say stuff like that all the time. I'm used to it."

"I don't care!" San whisper shouted as not to gain the attention of the teacher. "You're not some whore!" Wooyoung nearly smiled at his defense but looked down instead.

"He's right though," he whispered. Wooyoung hung his head in shame. "I told you, my dad's not around. My mom and I don't have proper financial support. So I...I..." San noticed the tears start to build up in the younger's eyes and quickly asked that they be excused.

San ushered Wooyoung to a vacant hallway, telling him to calm down before he spoke. After a few moments, Wooyoung began to wipe away his tears. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Wooyoung nodded, giving San a small smile to prove it.

"San I...I sell my body for money..."

"W-What!?" San exclaimed. Wooyoung once again glanced away with shame. He knew he'd have this sort of reaction. San was going to avoid him now, call him things like a slut, he was never going to think of him the same again-

The blonde's thoughts were cut off as San wrapped Wooyoung in a hug. "Wooyoung, it's okay." He said earnestly. "I'm here for you." Wooyoung found himself crying once again. He hugged San back, embracing himself in the older's strong arms.

"B-But San...I'm going to Hell for what I've done! Just for some extra cash..."

"Pfft, so what?" San replied. He moved Wooyoung so they could look each other in the eye. "Heaven is overrated anyway. Besides, you're not dead just yet are you? There's still time to change your fate."

"I guess you're right. Thank you Sannie."

"Anything for you Wooyoungie."

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Problem one solved. Onto to problem two: make that son of a bitch Choi Jongho pay. Not only for snitching, but also for making Wooyoung upset. One of those San just couldn't let slide.

Unfortunately, San would have to wait till after school, since he couldn't afford to skip anymore classes and didn't want to risk a call to either of his father's. Seeing as San had skipped second period twice, he had no clue who was in his class.

Oh how fun fate is.

"Ah, San, you're finally joining us?" The teacher said bitterly. "Do you have a good excuse?"

"He was probably sucking someone's soul. Or better yet, just sucking Wooyoung." Great, Jongho was in his class and San had to resist the urge to throttle at the younger boy on the spot.

"I won't tolerate crude language in my class Choi Jongho. Watch yourself," The teacher warned. He pointed San towards an empty seat and began the class.

Saying things went smoothly would be a blatant lie. The students, Jongho especially, were very keen on pestering San at every second of the lesson.

"What happened to your demon eyes?"

"You're freaky as hell."

"Do you work with Wooyoung? Can I order you both?" That one especially had San shaking in his seat, resisting the urge to rip the students in half.

No, he was calm. San had control, he wasn't going to do anything drastic- "Are you seriously with that whore?" Jongho sneered. "Is that what you two did in the hallway during class? No surprise a freak like you would end up with that slut."

Forget everything that was just said. San was going to snap this kid in half.

While he pretended to focus on the board, San thought about the students behind him, creeping him way into their minds till he felt them in his possession. One of them suddenly stood from his seat and rammed into the wall, another began hitting himself with a workbook. San snickered ever so slightly. He lived for the chaos he created and felt his powers get a high from it. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Jongho yelled.

"Oh don't worry Choi Jongho, you'll get your turn as well."

Finally, he decided to confront him after school to avoid trouble or teachers getting involved. After a bit of searching and asking around, San finally found Jongho in the locker room. He was one of the last ones there.

Perfect.

"Are you going to be alright getting back?" A tall brunette asked as he gathered the last of his things.

Jongho shrugged, fiddling with his hair for a moment. "I should be asking you that Taehyun," he said. "Wouldn't wanna keep your parents waiting would you?" The older scowled at him.

"They're not my parents," he sneered. The teen quickly composed himself. With a quick look at the time he dashed out the locker room after a wave goodbye.

He was finally alone.

Jongho shivered, feeling the room drop a few degrees. "Did someone mess with the thermostat?" He wondered as he slipped his shirt on.

"Oh no, much worse." Jongho jumped to his feet.

"W-Who's there?" He stuttered. There was no one else in the room. Or so he thought.

Out of nowhere, San appeared in front of the boy, making him jump in surprise. San cornered him against the locker, the younger hitting it with a bang and the demon couldn't help but grin at the fear in his eyes.

"Aw, but you were so confident before," he chuckled as he pinned him down by his neck. San's eyes faded to purple, baring his teeth with a low hiss. "Not so proud now, are you?"

The demon punched his fist just before Jongho's, the sick smirk on his face widening before it turned to a scowl. "Did you really think I'd let you get away with saying that about my Wooyoung? You think I'd let you walk away after blabbing your mouth about me?" San chuckled, leaning closer to the younger's face. "Then I think it's time you learn a few lessons." His voice came out as low and threateningly demonic. If Jongho wasn't scared before, he was terrified now.

Jongho quivered under his intense glare and grip, wracking his brain for a way out. San's hold was tightening by the second, and Jongho felt himself losing his breath.

"G-Get...off...of...ME!" In one harsh shove, the freshman sent San flying across the room. His body hit the paved wall with a painful smack heard throughout the room, leaving an array of cracks in its place.

San groaned in pain and as he slowly picked himself up, Jongho took the chance to escape and sprinted out of the locker room.

The demon growled, then immediately clutched his stomach in pain feeling a bruise begin to form. "W-What...the actual fuck just happened?"