jaemin walked out of school, waving at some group of girls who was staring at him on his way out.

they gasped and flushed at the sudden attention from jaemin, but he ignored their giggles and little screams of joy.

jaemin wasn't the type to get out with friends and have a girlfriend.

he was the lonely type of guy.

not that he wanted to.

he just couldn't do otherwise.

"hello..."

jaemin entered the 1st bus on his way back home, greeting the driver in a monotonous way.

he walked to the back where he knew he would find a seat.

he sat down at his usual spot, very last row, next to the window, sighing deeply once his bag was set between his feet on the floor.

it was only monday, the first day of the week, and jaemin was already tired...

he had so much homework to do for the next day, and he hadn't done anything during the weekend, because he was too lazy. great...

after fifteen minutes of sulking, jaemin walked out of the bus and sat at the bus stop.

the screen above him was telling that the bus he was waiting for would arrive in 4 minutes.

he sighed once again.

"what did you expect me to do?"

jaemin's attention got caught by the girl next to him.

she was speaking, her cheeks red, and she kept fidgeting with her fingers.

however, she was talking alone.

no one was there with her.

no one answered her questions.

and yet, she kept asking more...

jaemin knew what that meant.

she was chatting with her angel.

something jaemin won't ever be doing...

humans couldn't see angels and demons.

they could see their protector.

but they couldn't see the others.

people talking alone on the streets weren't considered as mad.

in fact, it just meant that they were happy.

that they had a successful life.

that they had an angel.

just like nine people out of ten.

and jaemin didn't.

jaemin had a demon.

he would have preferred having an angel.

but did the sky listen to a poor boy's request?

it didn't.

jaemin was stuck with a demon.

and a not-so-caring one.

he had appeared twice since his 18th birthday.

the first time was on his 18th birthday, when he was assigned ot jaemin.

the second time was a day after.

but he never appeared again.

since his 18th birthday, 2 months ago, jaemin hadn't seen his demon.

not that he minded though.

jaemin rose to his feet when the bus he was waiting for opened its door.

he did the same monotonous greeting and walked at the back of the bus, as usual.

thankfully, the ride was quick.

it felt as if he had just gotten on the bus when the doors opened at his stop.

and it was a lucky day for our boy.

the third and last bus he had to take was already there.

he repeated his actions for the third time, sighing when there was no seated place.

so, he stayed standing, his hand linking with one of the handles on top of his head not to lose his balance.

this bus was packed, and jaemin was uncomfortable.

the air was musty.

the people around were all glued to one another.

there was no space left in the bus.

and sadly, it was the longest ride.

and it did really feel like it was the longest.

jaemin had had time to listen to his 'bus ride' playlist twice – surely because he wasn't in the mood to listen majority of the songs on his playlist.

"guryong village, terminus. please walk down carefully."

jaemin ignored the robotic voice that was announcing that he was done with buses for the day, and he waited for the bus to empty to go down.

jaemin sighed for the nth time this day, his hands in his pocket as his whole music library played in his earphones.

10 more minutes and he would be home.

the night was setting, and the atmosphere was getting colder.

there was no lighting in this part of town.

it was dirty and not renovated.

and most importantly, it was poorly attended.

you could get harassed anytime.

the crime rates of this district were higher than any other district of seoul.

jaemin walked in silence, music blasting through his ears as he took quick steps, getting closer to his house with each second.

he hated this part of the town.

not that he was scared of being molested.

he just disliked the atmosphere around here.

the teenager took his phone out of his pocket, opening the music app while walking.

he wasn't in the right mood to listen to this song.

the boy used his thumb to swipe left and change the music that was playing to find something more accurate for the atmosphere. 

"ah... shit..."

jaemin lifted his head, seeing a figure lurching a few maters away from him.

he couldn't see very clear from where he was, so he decided to get a bit closer.

"please, help..." the man said, approaching jaemin with difficulty.

jaemin placed his phone back in his pocket, his earphones still plugged in his ears, a random song on. he approached the man, his view of the situation getting clearer each second.

the man had no shoes on, and he looked pretty drunk.

but what got jaemin alarmed was the amount of blood that was running on his bare arm.

"shit." the man cursed. "i broke my bottle... and... i'm stupid..."

jaemin gulped.

the man was two meters away from him.

he was begging for help.

but jaemin didn't help him.

one thing caught his attention.

the song.

'those nights', by riles.

another thing got him mesmerized.

the blood.

flowing out of the man's body.

something switched inside jaemin.

his brows furrowed, his fists tightened, and he walked straight to the man.

"c-can you please- "

jaemin punched him.

right in the face.

and when the man was lying on the dirty ground, jaemin jumped on him, throwing more punches.

he didn't hesitate to pick the shard of bottle that had caused the man to bleed.

he used it to cut the man's flesh open.

he didn't care about his screams of pain.

nor about his cries of fear.

he wanted him dead.

in a swift motion, jaemin sliced off his chinstrap, killing the man on the spot.

he had done it.

he had killed this man.

he had done it voluntarily.

jaemin stayed there for a few seconds, sitting on the man's bloody body, his clothes getting soaked with this stranger's blood.

he allowed one of his hands to run over the man's torso until it reached his cut-opened neck.

he caressed the open wound, his long and beautiful fingers getting tinted with the red vital liquid. it was cold.

jaemin pushed his finger in the wound, making sure that it was fully coated of blood.

he stared at it for a while, admiring the shiny substance.

and gracefully, he drew his symbol on the man's virgin cheek.

a beautifully calligraphed '𝙽𝙰'.

jaemin stood up, admiring his work.

however, he was stopped in his staring by a cough.

the teenager lifted his head, his eyes searching in the darkness for another soul that would be ready to get killed.

but he didn't find a human, like he expected.

a demon was standing in front of him, recognizable by his two red and shiny orbs.

but not any demon...

it was his demon.

"you did it... again..."