A correction for the last chapter: I said "you have eighteen years" instead of "until San turns eighteen" So I made sure to fix it.

Thank you all for 5k!!! Here, have a Jongsang chapter.

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"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"Because that's the fifth time you've asked me to make chicken in the last three days and I simply refuse," Yeosang grumbled under his breath, sending Yunho a dirty look before he shoved himself down next to Jongho. The younger chuckled at him and ruffled his blonde hair, earning a whine from the angel. Yunho rolled his eyes at such a display.

"I suggest you eat something healthy for once," A simple orange was slid to him from the other side of the counter. Yeosang glared down at the fruit as if it were the most heinous creature in the world yet took it anyway.

As he peeled away at the skin, he mumbled "I eat healthily..." A comment that Yunho scoffed at.

"Is that so? As far as I'm concerned, your diet consists of nothing but chicken. What do you eat that's so 'healthy'?"

"Jongho's d-"

"Good morning everyone!" Mingi's greeting was the one thing distracting Jongho from punching Yeosang in the gut. Nevertheless, he grinned at the older brunette, who wrapped his arms around Jongho's shoulder and planted a firm kiss on his forehead. Whilst the two angels glanced away.

Mingi's eyes went to Yunho, yet his gaze averted right before their eyes could meet. "Jongho," He said, making the teen look up at him. "Why didn't you tell me your bed was broken? Where did you two sleep last night?"

Blush crept across Jongho's face when he recalled the event that took place just the other day. "O-Oh well...Yunho hyung was watching Mr Park-Kim and you got home from school really late. I just didn't want to bother you since you looked so tired. So we just slept on the couch."

Hearing this, Yunho irked a brow. "Together?" He inquired. Something Yeosang responded with by nodding proudly. Though the other angel certainly wasn't as impressed.

With a sigh, Mingi promised that he would get the money to fix it or learn to do it himself since this was such a common recurrence. The two teenagers smiled at him, jumping to their feet to get ready when they were reminded that they'd be leaving in ten minutes.

That left Mingi with Yunho. The silence between them was awkward, unlike how comfortable it usually was. At least Mingi thought so. As usual, the angel remained unfazed. All he did was wipe down the counters, completely indifferent to the brunette's existence. "So, what are you going to do today?" Asked Mingi, just to break the tension.

"I have to go see someone. Speaking of which, if you will excuse me I must be on my way." That was all he said before moving past Mingi. The younger watched him simply walk out the door. He couldn't help but sigh to himself, wondering what it was he had done wrong. 

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The moment Mingi dropped them off, Jongho could tell something was off. Eyes were on him in every. Stares, glares and even a wink or so. What's going on? While Yeosang was oblivious and went straight to his locker, Jongho couldn't find even the slightest bit of ease. As he walked down the hall, he furrowed his brow at the people whispering when he passed by, yet he couldn't think of anything he had done to warrant any of it.

Yet he didn't get another moment to dwell on it when his body suddenly collided with the wall. The boy groaned, his eyes slowly trailed up, shocked to see that it was San standing over him. "You know Choi, when I first met you, I thought you were a real bitch." Were the first words the older demon sneered.

"A-And now...?"

"And nothing my opinion hasn't changed. So listen and listen good: Never come at Wooyoung again," He spat, much to Jongho's confusion. "I don't care if you apologised or whatever the fuck! You spend months calling him a slut then pull something like this? UNBELIEVABLE! Breath in his direction again, I dare you, I really fucking dare you. I don't care if you've got that angel's dick halfway up your hole, because I won't hesitate to crush both of you!"

The younger teen opened his mouth to speak yet nothing came out but an odd sound of bewilderment. Such an answer made San scoff. His eyes glowing dimly with purple beyond his contacts. Truly, Jongho had no answer for him. In fact, he still had no clue what exactly he had done wrong.

However, just as San was about to spell it out for him he was yanked away from the smaller boy. The demon was tossed away, shoved hard enough to where he had to skid to a halt. A protective hand kept Jongho back, as Yeosang glared towards the other supernatural. "Lay a hand on him and I'll kill you," He hissed.

"Funny, I was hoping you'd say that." A circle formed around the three students that only Jongho seemed to notice. The other two were too focused on each other to care about the people surrounding them.

"What? Want a rematch that badly, hellspawn?"

"If I remember correctly, I kicked your ass. And I'll gladly do it again." Yeosang gritted his teeth, mere seconds away from summoning his sword and showing San what it's like to be buried alive. With the focus off of Jongho, his eyes travelled towards a familiar brunette in the corner. Without a second thought, he dashed to the student. Yeosang, confused, turned to him.

"Jongho-" Yet his neck was already snatched by the angry demon in front of him. Leaving him to deal with this 'enraged parasite'.

"Taehyun!" Exclaimed Jongho, jogging towards his friend. He was met with a simple scrowl before the other turned away from him. It made Jongho's face fall. Not him too... He wasn't going to let him go until he got an explanation.

So before the younger could get a decent distance from him, Jongho ran behind him and scooped him up. Taehyun let out a yelp of surprise by how easily he was thrown over the other student's shoulder but didn't hesitate to kick and protest being in his grasp. All of which was to no avail.

He was easily hauled to the football field, since it was bound to be empty by now, and placed down. Taehyun continued to glare, arms crossed and gaze averted. "Tae-"

"Don't Tae me!" He shouted, hardly phased by the way Jongho flinched back. He couldn't help it. He was absolutely livid. "I thought you would do better. But out of every possible human being in the fucking world you choose him? Why!"

"Taehyun...What the hell are you talking about?" Taehyun huffed at him and took his phone out. After hardly any search, he shoved it in his friend's hands. It was a post by Jennie Kim, but it had been reshared so many times that it didn't even matter who it was from. Regardless of who sent it, Jongho's eyes still went wide at the video on the screen.

"W-What...He...He filmed it...?"

"Jongho I'm sorry, but what the fuck? Are you an idiot? Everyone in school saw it after Yeosang sent it to that group of gossipmongers! I can't believe you would date an asshole like that. Did he force you? Do you even like him-" Taehyun stopped himself when he noticed the tears in Jongho's eyes. His expression softened immediately and he took his phone back. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it I-"

"Why would he do that?" Jongho cried. Why would he film them? He just didn't get it...

"Deep breaths, Jongho. Deep breaths-" The demon's fist collided with the wall, cracking the bricks of the wall. Heavy breaths and deep growls were all that was heard until Taehyun rested a hand on his enraged friend's shoulder. "Jongho, relax before you bring the whole building down from your stress breaking."

"I can't relax! Not when he broke my trust like that!"

"Why would you ever trust him though? You don't even like him!"

"That's not-" Jongho paused. Did he like Yeosang? He had never really felt anything towards him romantically that wasn't a slight attraction, yet he gave him access to his body just like that. "I don't...I don't know..." Whatever disappointment Taehyun felt couldn't be beaten out by his own dismay. Crumbling was the best way to describe his emotions in that very moment. He had no clue why he would even trust Yeosang in such a way.

"God...I'm so stupid. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's because you weren't thinking with your head, you were thinking with your dick. And that's why you're in this mess." The glare Jongho sent Taehyun was enough to tell him that he clearly wasn't of any help. Realising this, he sat down cross-legged on the grass, patting the space next to him to signal Jongho to join him. He didn't hesitate to agree and practically fell to the ground.

Had this been any other situation, Taehyun would've chuckled at such a dramatic reaction. Instead, all he did was gently brush stray strands of hair out of Jongho's face, a slight smile on his face. "You're only stupid when I call you stupid," He said softly. "If anyone calls you that I'll knock their teeth out. That includes you. You're perfect Jongho."

Only when Jongho chuckled, did Taehyun allow himself to laugh as well. Though the demon stopped when a soft pair of lips pressed against his forehead. Jongho sat up immediately, turning to face Taehyun who had looked away. "Taehyun..."

"Sorry...I couldn't help myself. I hate seeing you upset Jongho, I just want to do anything I can to see you smile..." Jongho noticed the way Taehyun tapped his fingers together, before pushing his hair behind his ear. Something he did when he was nervous, a habit Jongho had picked up on. "And...I know your boyfriend won't like it very much. But fuck him! Even if you are dating he has no right to-"

He was cut off when a pair of lips fell onto his. Shock subsided from Taehyun's face, eyes closing as he melted into the kiss. It was soft and the two took their time with it. Jongho ran his hair through Taehyun's brown locks, smiling through the kiss. "But...Yeosang?" Mumbled the other boy when they moved apart, their faces remaining close.

Jongho grinned at him then placed another peck of Taehyun's cheeks, whispering: "Yeosang and I aren't dating."

"R-Really?"

"Really..." They smiled at one another, going in for yet another kiss.

"What are you two doing out here?" A voice bellowed. Taehyun's stance turned defensive immediately, and he pulled Jongho closer to his side. He and Yeosang glared at one another as the angel stormed towards them. "Didn't I tell you last time? That's mine. You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you."

"He doesn't belong to anyone, you psycho! Don't come anywhere near him!" Yeosang's hair began to flare, making Taehyun flinch in confusion. At lightning speed, the angel grabbed the human by his collar and shoved him against the brick wall of the school building.

"You're so annoying," He spat. "And you're so lucky I'm nice enough to not kill you where you stand, human. Because no one comes between me and Jongho. No one." His voice became frighteningly distorted, Taehyun's eyes going wide with fear at the terrifying sound.

Yeosang was suddenly yanked away from the human. When he hit the ground and glared up, only to see Jongho staring down at him - Eyes filled with anger, confusion and sadness. "I can't believe I almost fell for you," He murmured, hurting echoing throughout his voice. "Why would you film it?"

The angel's expression switched in an instant. From unpredictable violence to apologetic the moment Jongho looked towards him. "I didn't mean to send it to that group chat! San was the only one meant to see it!"

"How does that make it any better? Because he sure as hell acted like he wasn't supposed to see it! You're such an asshole and you had the nerve to act like everything was fine this morning! Is it because of your wings...?"

"No Jongho! It's not like that at all!" He was losing, scrambling for some sort of way to explain himself. "I just needed to prove that you loved me!"

"Love?" Scoffed the demon. "You filmed us having sex, our intimate moment! You've got a really messed up way of showing love. And if you think I'd return it, then you're delusional.

"No! Don't lie to me! If you didn't love me, you wouldn't have let me do what I did! You wouldn't have pulled me back!"

"Then I guess you're right Taehyun...I really am an idiot."

The intention behind the angel's gaze was undefinable but one thing was certain - he was livid. The way Taehyun clung to Jongho's arm, the way Jongho's eyes were soft towards him yet were nothing but cold to Yeosang; he couldn't' take it.

Jongho was his. The lips Taehyun had just kissed, the heart he had just stolen, it all belonged to Yeosang. Jongho would never turn against him, it had to be this human's doing. That was all that was on his mind when he stood back up.

To the duo's surprise, and concern for that matter, all Yeosang did was click his tongue. His fist clenched and emerald eyes shining with fury - yet he only walked off. "Is...Is that it?" Peeped Taehyun, moving away from Jongho.

"It's never it..." The minimal response worried Jongho. Yeosang is never fine with anything and he definitely wouldn't be fine with this. He proposed that he spend the night at Taehyun's house just to be safe but he was assured that he would be alright.

What an unfortunate time to jinx yourself...

Taehyun made his way home unattended after school that day, much to Jongho's disapproval. As strange as he found Yeosang, he didn't think there was anything to worry about. The most he could do was talk the poor boy to the grave and that was a chance he was willing to take.

He didn't bother announcing that he had arrived home, knowing full well that neither of his parents would care. Yet he couldn't help but feel unnerved by the silence when he entered his house. Usually, the television would be on, or his mother would be chatting on the phone but today - silence.

Normally, he would be grateful for such a blessing but after the situation with Yeosang, Taehyun found himself rather unnerved.

Slowly, he made his way through the living room, carelessly tossing his bag in the hall. "Mom...Dad...?" Nothing. Not even a groan of disapproval. It was nerve-wracking. Maybe they're just out? That thought made Taehyun roll his eyes. Officially feeling like an idiot for not thinking of that sooner, he strode to his room, preparing himself for a nap after such a day.

"Hello, Taehyun."

Horrified wasn't nearly enough to describe the expression on Taehyun's face. Opening the entrance to his room seemed like the biggest mistake, and subconsciously, he wished he could erase his decision.

There sat Yeosang, a lop-sided grin resting on his lips as his rear was perched on the bed.

Blood rested comfortably on his clothes and behind him - the dismembered bodies of Taehyun's parents. Such a sight made his stomach churn with grief and utter disgust.

Nausea overcame the brunette, making its wrenching presence known inside his gut. A shivering wrist flew upward to cover his mouth as he tried his best not to spill the contains of his lunch. Sickness, regret... So many emotions he couldn't tell apart, back pressing with a thud against the nearest wall.

"Quite the fighters these two were. I found it rather amusing actually. The first thing your father did was try and protect his safe. Not even his wife." He leered, scowl exhibited an invoice of his gripe. "Humans... So infatuated with such frivolous things." Yeosang then rolled his eyes, feigning a disgusted quaver.

"W-Why...I-I...I d-dont..."

The killer curtailed his thoughts to better assess the choked phrases that strained in the younger's throat.

Inferior.

"Are those...tears?" The angel began to giggle at the way Taehyun's eyes started to well. To be honest, he found the whole situation entirely hilarious. Resting his head on his palm, he examined the boy's appalled expression, smirking. "It's not nice, is it? Having someone you love taken from you. I just thought I would return the favour."

Taehyun's heart rate shot through the roof, watching as Yeosang summoned his sword. It was covered from tip to hilt in crimson, dripping off the edge of the blade, glinting in the dim enclosure.

The angel's grin seemed to grow at the pure terror in Taehyun's eyes.

Immediately, he made a run for the door yet shrieked when Yeosang had somehow beaten him to it. "You've been such a pain. I think it's high time I take care of you." He quirked a brow, keeping the poor teen in place before, leaning down toward his ear, dangerously close.

His breath was so frigid yet pungent, set to spark discomforts all over Taehyun's exposed skin. Tears slid unstoppably, trimming his once rosy cheeks. He shut his eyes, maxillary clenching in anticipation as one last sob quieted his senses.

"Don't worry, it's a process. A very long, painful process."

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Taehyun didn't go to school that day, or the next, or the day after that. Until an entire week passed by without Jongho seeing his best friend. His entire body ached at the thought that something may have happened. The teen sat in class, Yeosang sitting just beside him, though Jongho hardly acknowledged him. He couldn't help but suspect that he had something to do with Taehyun's disappearance. Why shouldn't he? Yeosang was so violent towards him from the start, he was the only person who would seek to hurt his friend.

"Jongho, you've been ignoring me for a week now. Please, at least look in my direction."

"Give me one reason why I should?" The younger sneered, voice laced with harsh venom. "A simple apology won't fix what you did."

"Please Jongho, I can't stand the thought of you being mad at me." A low growl came from the demon. Yeosang wanted to reach for his hand, let him know that he was sorry for hurting him, but flinched when the pen in Jongho's hand so easily snapped in his hand, warning him to stay back.

"You should've thought about that when you threw that car at me, when you cornered me in the library, when you taunted me, when you nearly killed me, twice, when you filmed us and when you threatened Taehyun."

"Jongho...please I-"

"I don't care," He snapped. When Yeosang saw the yellow brewing in his eyes, he knew it would be best to stay away for now. Once he looked away, Jongho found himself calming down. Staring down at the broken pen in his hand, he had noticed that this was the fourth one he'd snapped today. The sound of Taehyun's voice echoed in his head, warning him of his 'stress breaking'.

Sooner or later, their teacher stood at the front of their class. Her usual cheerful attitude wasn't present, face rather sombre as he walked forward. "Alright everyone...I've got a rather unfortunate announcement. I'm sure most of you have noticed that Kang Taehyun hasn't been in class." Hearing this, Jongho's head lifted to gaze towards the teacher. "He was...found dead in his room yesterday."

Those last few words made his heart stop. Eyes wide in pure disbelief. All sounds around him slowly began to fade out, that last sentence being the only thing echoing. "Kang Taehyun was found dead in his room yesterday...Taehyun was found dead...Taehyun was dead...Taehyun's dead..." He didn't register his teacher's worried expression, he didn't see the strange looks from his peers and he didn't care that Yeosang was frantically trying to snap him out of his daze.

A hand went towards the demon's shoulder and immediately he caught it in his grip. Jongho's breath was raging. He had no clue whose hand it was, the only thing he noticed was the sound of its bone cracking as he clutched his fist. A violent scream brought him back to reality, looking up to see his teacher standing over him, face filled with pure agony.

Such a painful sound made him rush to his feet. Chest rising with filling anxiety as his teacher shouted in anguish at her broken appendage. He couldn't find the strength to move.

Seeing that Jongho was a deer in headlights, the angel knew he needed to take action before more commotion was caused.

Yeosang threw him over his shoulder effortlessly. It wasn't like Jongho had the will to protest anyway. Taehyun is dead. Those three words were the only things playing in his head, over and over, sure to drive him to the brink of insanity in the future.

Unbeknownst to him, the angel got himself ready to sprint all the way back to the house - taking a mere five minutes to do so in the process. Once there, he gently set Jongho down on the couch, glad to see that neither Mingi nor Yunho were present to witness the sorry state of the boy in front of him.

He just looked so...defeated.

"Jongho..." The younger's face remained down. He refused to look at him. Yet Yeosang faced no protest when he gently cupped his cheeks. Jongho's eyes, filled to the brim, erupted with tears. Wide were the angel's eyes, immediately bringing him into a hug. His arms wrapped around his side, pulling him close to his chest, stroking Jongho's soft hair as he whispered to him. "It's alright Jongho, I've got you...It's alright."

Just seconds in, Jongho found himself uncontrollably sobbing into Yeosang's shirt. "I-I j-just can't b-believe h-he's," Each word was interrupted by a sniff or ugly gasp for breath, all of which was shushed when Yeosang told him that there was no need to speak.

His grip was so comforting, so gentle. If there was any thought that Jongho suspected Yeosang of such a crime, it had melted away in his warm embrace.

Jongho was then taken to the bathroom so he could wash his face. After changing his stained shirt, Yeosang stood in the doorway, watching the younger boy collect himself. If I had known he would react like this, I wouldn't have done it. Not when it made him so upset. "Are you alright Jongie?"

The brunette only nodded at him, humming lightly in response. A reply that was, of course, meant to mask his feelings. It was obvious that he was still distraught. And for what? Some annoying human? Yeosang would never understand Jongho's fascination with Taehyun, and to be frank, nor did he want to. The thought of them so much as looking at one another made his blood boil. So Yeosang found it best to attempt to distract him.

Once he was all cleaned up, Yeosang led Jongho back to the couch in the living room. The younger slumped down next to him, face still drained and paved with shock. "Jongho...I'm sorry."

He turned to the angel, expression scrunched. "Why should you be? It's not like you killed him..."

"But seeing you in pain like this makes my heart hurt," With a hint of caution, Yeosang's hand moved onto Jongho's thigh. His other carefully pulled his face towards him. "Tell me what I can do to make you smile again..."

With a sigh, Jongho went to remove the angel's hands, shaking his head. "Unless you can bring back the dead, there's nothing." But Yeosang's hands didn't budge and the brunette frowned. "Yeosang, please. I really don't want to-"

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Yeosang's hand raced to the back of Jongho's head, pushing him towards his to interrupt the younger's sentence. Their lips fell together in the process, the angel wrapping his arms around Jongho's neck to keep him close. It was so fast that Jongho couldn't process it. Yet once he did, he didn't find himself pulling away.

"Yes you do," was what the blonde rasped out, then brought him right back into the kiss. "You know you want me. I don't want to hear any denial." Yeosang pulled back, licking his top lip to ask for entrance. Jongho quickly parted his lips, immersing himself in the kiss and allowing the older to take full control for now, while his hands roamed his brown locks. Neither wanted it to end.

Yet the blonde broke away to catch his breath, then smiling at how Jongho leaned forward for more. "My baby, so touch starved,'' His hand trailed down his chin, the younger melting at such a simple action, humbly submitting himself to Yeosang's every touch. "You just want someone to love you. It's alright Jongie, I will."

The soft feeling embracing Jongho's lips was enough to make him go weak. The angel moved on top of him, gently pushing him against the couch while allowing his tongue to explore the wet cavern of his lover's mouth.

Slowly, Yeosang's hand moved down to the hem of Jongho's pants, slipping right through them and resting on the tent of his grey boxers. "Kitten," He sighed, the ecstatic feeling of Yeosang palming his clothed member shooting through him. "I'm still mad at you..."

The older tilted his head, a grin forming on his face when he leaned forward. "Really? Then show me," he dared. "Show me how mad you really are." His hands left Jongho's briefs, going instead to cup his face as he slid his tongue back in his mouth. Yeosang rolled against Jongho's crotch, a gasp escaping his lips through the kiss. The angel let out a sudden breath when feeling two hands encase his neck.

He whimpered as Jongho tightened his grip but begged him to go harder. Until he finally choked out. "Break me," The grin on Jongho's face didn't go unnoticed. The angel was torn away from him, carelessly thrown against the couch for Jongho to loom over him.

"If that's what my kitten wants, then that's what he'll get," He stood in front of the angel, pants dropped and length standing proud. Yeosang went to his knees immediately, needing no further instruction. Greedily, he took his entire girth whole.

And the afternoon carried on from there. Yeosang's body was pummeled, thrown around like some sort of ragdoll. Per request. Each movement was met with a taunting or mischievous comment, just to edge the young demon on. The way his eyes glowed as he pounded mercilessly into the angel felt so phenomenal to him. To be thrown around like he was nothing and so easily manhandled filled Yeosang with a strange delight.

Jongho was so focussed on destroying Yeosang's ass that it was clear his grief was melting away. A perfect distraction. Afterwards, they cleaned each other up, Jongho helping the other along the way, as Yeosang complained that his legs felt like nothing more than rubber. It was alright though, it gave him an excuse to be carried by the younger. Something Yeosang took full advantage of as he snuggled closer to his chest.

They placed themselves back on the couch, ignoring the stains while contemplating how they would explain it to Mingi. Eventually, Yeosang moved away from Jongho, just to peck his forehead. "Jongie...listen to me," He whispered. "I don't want you to do things like this with anyone else."

Jongho chuckled. He wondered if Yeosang would do this every time they were intimate. Though such a familiar state had his eyes wandering around for a camera. Regardless, Yeosang continued. Carefully, his hand caressed Jongho's honey skin, skimming over his cheek and then his neck. The bruises there rested for the world to see. A reminder that he belonged to Yeosang.

"No one but me should make you smile. No one but me should get to touch you. And no one but me should get to love you," A smile took over Jongho's face at such sweet words. He found it poetic and even a little romantic how Yeosang would proclaim that he was his. Yet his grin was soon to fall at what was said after.

"The only person you should allow to look in your direction is me," His voice dipped, a frightening octave now present. "The only person you should think of is me. And if you so much as breath in some stupid human's direction again, I will know. And I won't let them rest knowing they've disrupted what we have."

Then like a ton of bricks, it finally hit Jongho. A caring anecdote soured by such words and the thoughts that followed. Carefully, he slipped from Yeosang's grip. Lip quivering when he came to the realisation he had so naively tried to ignore. "It was you...wasn't it? You killed Taehyun!"

There was no urgency to deny this accusation on Yeosang's face. In fact, he looked rather annoyed by such a question. "And if I did?" His delivery, so deadpan that it was practically void of any emotion, just added another layer of raging emotions to Jongho's growing pile.

He jolted away from the angel's once comforting hold, now feeling disgusted by the thought of being held by him. And when he stood on his feet, he couldn't so much as spare Yeosang a glance. "You're a fucking psychopath..."

"Don't be like that, Jongho!" The angel fired back, now standing as well. "He gave me no choice!"

"There's always a choice! You didn't have to fucking kill him! He was my best friend! What's wrong with you?"

"I had to!" Such a response was met only with a scoff and angry dismissal. The mere sight of him was now appalling to Jongho, hatred coursing through his veins as he thought back to their intimate moment just a few minutes ago. How could he act as though nothing was wrong? How could he pretend that he was innocent? How could he lie to him like this...?

"No, you didn't!" Shouted Jongho, finally whipping around to scowl at the older. Face red with anger, yet his eyes were threatened by pools of tears. The sight alone made Yeosang's heart hurt. Even still, he didn't regret it in the slightest.

The image of that human cowering beneath him. His weak body broken bit by bit, crimson staining Yeosang's hand every day of that week. A memory that nearly made him smile. "He was just a human. Why do you care so much? You were going to outlive him anyway!"

Oh, how Jongho tired of hearing those words. "You don't need to remind me!" Anyone he might have grown attached to in this lifetime - he would get to watch each of them perish while he lived on. "I don't need to be reminded that I'm not human! And just because you aren't doesn't mean you have the right to kill someone I love!"

"Stop saying that..."

"Why? I know it's not because you feel bad. Are you even capable of such a thing? Do you even feel anything at all?"

"Jongho..."

"Just tell me why! Why did you kill Taehyun!"

"Because I fucking hate you!" Shouted Yeosang. His fist banged against the wall, an array of cracks left where he hit. "But..." He finally turned back to him, his eyes teary. "I love you...and I can't. It's against the rules but I can't help it! I fucking love you Choi Jongho!"

No words were able to leave Jongho's mouth and Yeosang had nothing else to say. Silence encased the room. Completely void of any sound or movement. No one dared to move.

Never had those words been spoken to Jongho. The sentence I love you sounded so foreign to his ears yet he couldn't help but wish to hear it said again. His silence was something Yeosang took to his advantage. In an instant, he zipped towards the demon, arms wrapping around his side as he pulled him into an embrace. "Please...I'm sorry. If I knew you would react like this..."

Jongho couldn't find the vocabulary to tell him how unacceptable it was. No matter how sorry he pretended to be. What Yeosang did was unforgivable. A sentiment that was well shared. Though for a much different reason.

The atmosphere began to feel cold, a strange chilliness suddenly echoing through in the form of a breeze. The blonde's brows furrowed, his hand slowly travelling towards his neck when he felt something wrap around it, harshing gripping at his flesh. And, in a flash, he was jerked away from the younger male, pulled ruthlessly to the ground by whatever was connected to the collar now on him.

Perplexity shot through Jongho's body, taking a step back from the older teen struggling against his new restraint. Standing above him was the most blinding figure he had ever laid eyes on. Crystal eyes looking down with a scornful glare and wings that could span from each end of the room, the angel held the end of the rope tugging at Yeosang's collar, yanking it every time he dared to move. "Kang Yeosang, you have violated the rules of heaven," He announced, strict tone of his voice sending shivers down both teen's spines. "As such you will be put on trial, judged for the archangels to see."

"A-Archangel Taemin!" Gasped Yeosang, gagging when his collar was tugged.

"Hush," Snarled the archangel. "I warned you. The wrong choice would end in your demise."

The scene was watched by Jongho with wide eyes. Though it wasn't like the blinding light emitting from Taemin's body made it any easier to see. He rushed forward regardless, matching the distress on Yeosang's expression. "Wait! You can't send him back! He..." Yet the boy found himself trailing off as a familiar threat echoed through his head:

"Interfering with innocent human's lives is against the rules" Is what Hongjoong warned him the first time he met the older demon's. Though not a very pleasant conversation, the memory helped to make sense of the situation surrounding him.

"He nothing," Taemin dragged Yeosang closer, clasping him by the back of the neck. All of the angel's struggles came to a halt when Taemin squeezed his throat, a strange pressure point being hit that froze him where he stood. With only his eyes being the only thing allowed to roam. The air around next to them was split by the archangel's hand, a blazing portal forming in the process.

Frantically, Yeosang's eyes flew towards Jongho. Yet the younger hardly budged. All he did was watch it all unfold, arms crossed and the most scornful expression that the angel had ever seen. That was the final thing he saw before he was hauled back to Heaven.

All light in the room seemed to fade the moment the portal closed.

It was quiet. Painfully quiet. With Jongho's beating heart as the only thing to fill the silence. However he wasn't so much as given a moment to collect his thoughts or even breath when yet another oddity appeared behind him.

"Greetings," The voice said. Such a bland and robotic tone could only belong to one type of creature.

"A-Another angel?" Stuttered Jongho, expression dazed with confusion.

"My name is Choi Beomgyu. I have been sent to watch over you."

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Thanxx Woo_Melon for helping with the part where Yeosang went a little crazy, you're the best💜 Read Sacrifice she's an amazing writer.