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Junhui walks in the bar, arms clinging onto Soonyoung's. He swore, if something happens to him tonight, he is going to kill the angel-human hybrid who brought him here in the first place.
"Enjoy yourself here, I'm sure you would like this place," Soonyoung stated as Junhui frowned. He was never fond of crowded places for they always made him uncomfortable, and the fact that he was in one right now was definitely making him want to puke right there on the spot.
"Isn't this illegal?" He questioned, wanting to reassure himself about the current situation.
"To the heavens, yes, but here on earth, it's legal unless you're underage." Soonyoung answers in a monotone voice, guiding himself and Junhui to the counter before ordering two vodka for the both of them.
"I saw some people doing the thing, that uh, you know. Is it really okay to do it in public?"
"Not really, but at places like this bar it's perfectly fine, no one would bother tocare anyways." Soonyoung takes a sip on his drink, staring off at the countless people around them.
"Oh," Junhui mumbled, and no lie, it just made him more interested.
"I'll just go to the bathroom," Soonyoung excused himself, standing up from his seat. "Feel free to find yourself some random chic or even a hot guy."
Junhui raised an eyebrow at the younger male. "Soonyoung, are you out of your mind? The heavens will surely imprison me for this—" he stopped, sighing upon realizing that Soonyoung was already gone from his sight.
He was alone for a short while, impatiently waiting for his only companion to come back. Soonyoung's vodka had turned lukewarm, and Junhui was anxiously tapping his shoe to the polished marble floor until a deep, cold but casual voice greeted him.
"Hey," came the unfamiliar voice as Junhui turned around to see a tall guy with a mischievous grin who then sat down across him. Junhui wasn't even surprised that he technically just sat on Soonyoung's seat to which he discovered that the guy might be laid back, someone who's generally chill and calm at times.
"Wen Junhui right?" He spoke as the said boy gazed at him.
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I have my sources." Answered the stranger, flashing a flirty smile at Junhui along with a wink, which the latter truly found as cringy. "I'm Kim Mingyu by the way."
"Nice to meet you, but you could go now." The angel tried to avoid the other male, wishing that Soonyoung would already show up and protect him from the outsider. The other just chuckled.
"Actually, Junnie," Began Mingyu, observing how the other boy's expression didn't change when he called him with a nickname. "We'll have the night to ourselves."
"Pardon?" Junhui leaned closer, demanding Mingyu to repeat what he had just said. But Mingyu knew it was just an act; he knew Junhui had perfectly heard what he had just said, he knew the other completely understood. Well, he knew the boy is an angel, and he could literally read his mind.
"I know you heard me. Let's go," Mingyu stood up from the chair Soonyoung sat awhile ago, walking towards Junhui as he reached out to his hand. "Take my hand."
Junhui didn't move and just looked at Mingyu on the eyes. The other boy was wearing a serious expression, and he knew he wasn't kidding. Junhui was the actual fool here, he was abstracted and was about to put himself in risky circumsntances.
In a moment, their bodies were laying down on the soft duvet covers of the bed, about to enjoy themselves inside the luxurious guest room located on the second floor of the bar. The taller got Junhui's wrists pinned hard to the headboard, aggressively diving in to kiss the angel with full lust before he lowered down to his pale milky neck and started leaving red and purplish marks, to which he received choked moans from the older boy who turned out to be delighted after all.
Concurrently, Soonyoung had just came back to the counter only to find out that his companion wasn't there anymore. Bringing out his phone, he tried to call the angel, waiting for the older boy to pick up his device and answer him. Soonyoung tried to call him more than ten times, but to no avail; Junhui never picked up.
Soonyoung looked at the male who was tending to the counter whose I.D. name read as 'Shin Hoseok', the same guy who gave them their two vodkas just awhile ago. Slamming his hand to the counter as he catches his attention, he asked, "you remember the guy with me from awhile ago?" Soonyoung breathed. "Did you see where he went off to?"
"No sir, I did not," the male answered right away, continuing to wipe newly washed glasswares with a white fabric.
Soonyoung huffed to himself, palming his forehead in disappointment. 'He must've gone home.'
-
Junhui stared at himself through the mirror, wrapping his bare, dirty skin with his filthy hands. Upon seeing the pleasurable marks that trailed from his neck down to his navel, a wave of memories gushed over him. He remembers the lovable contact, the touch, the pleasuring dirty talks; everything. It was no doubt that they really made out last night, but somehow, Junhui could feel something was still wrong.
He tries to spread his wings at the large space of the luxurious bathroom, and was about to sigh in relief when his wings were still pure white as ever when he caught sight of the few feather strands near his bare back. Junhui was astonished to see they were black.
At first he thought there was nothing wrong with doing it with someone he just met last night, but he was clearly wrong. It was wrong to have those purplish and reddish marks decorated on his blemished skin, it was wrong to kiss him last night as if there was no tomorrow, it was wrong to let him own him, and it was wrong to give up himself for him and become submissive under his spell. It all was truly wrong.
He walks out of the bathroom as he puts his clothes back on, walking back to the bedroom as Mingyu’s morning voice rang on his ears.
“Did you have a good sleep?”
“I definitely did not,” Junhui growled. He was fuming with rage, yet the demon just grinned at him. Junhui stomped towards the door but the deep voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Where are you going?”
What made Junhui snap was how the voice was completely different from what he called normally Mingyu’s. It was creepily demonic, and Junhui swore it scared him. He didn’t bother to turn around to look at the younger, nonetheless he answered anyways.
“I’m going to stay away,” Junhui was so terrified to look around and glance at the demon, afraid to see those deadly red eyes that undoubtedly belonged to every demon alive. “I’m going to stay away from you.”
The demon lets out a satanic laugh, and the next thing Junhui felt was he being hugged with strong and masculine arms from behind. “You’re not going anywhere,” comes a cold whisper to his ear, shivers running down his spine. “The heavens won’t take you back anymore, Junnie. I own you now.”
“And it’s your entire fault that they won’t take me back anymore!” Junhui forcefully removes the arms wrapped around him, escaping for the other’s caring hold. “I can stay with Wonwoo—“
“You can no longer live with a comrade,” Mingyu stated. Junhui’s anger was becoming intense, but he couldn’t do anything to himself. “You are now one of us, Junnie.”
“Then I will stay with Soonyoung—“
“Oh no, you can’t do that,” Mingyu warns, pulling the older male to the bed, making him top himself as he pulls the once-angel’s face close and kisses him warmly. Junhui no longer had a choice, he was doomed for life. As Mingyu lets him pull away but doesn’t remove the contact through their sweetly intertwined hands, Mingyu continues, “That guy is a shadowhunter, isn’t he? He’ll just kill you.”
Junhui doesn’t know why but he loves the demon. He may’ve been tempted, but deep inside; it was his heart telling him that he loves the boy too. He was giving in.
Junhui speaks, removing himself from the touch they were sharing together as he gets out of bed. “Can I go out for awhile?”
“To where?”
“I have to speak with someone I know.”
“Are you sure you’re not escaping?”
“Yes.” Junhui means it; he no longer had intentions of escaping from the younger. He was bounded to hell now anyways.
“Okay.”
What Junhui didn’t know that Mingyu had implanted a spell on him just in case Junhui escapes, but Mingyu knew he wouldn’t do that. The spell of shocking Junhui when he escapes won’t happen, Mingyu can guess. And if ever the spell shocks him, Mingyu would just regret it in the end.
-
“WHAT?!”
“I know it’s unbelievable but please, Minghao. You need to help me,” Junhui desperately pleads, watching Minghao’s expression escalates from shock to disappoint.
“How am I supposed to help you when you’re already a half-demon but still a demon anyways?! You’re supposed to be my enemy now,” Minghao inhales rapidly. He was too upset from the sudden news he heard.
Junhui rolls his eyes at him. “Yes, I accept the fact that I’m now your enemy but please, just help me go to our kingdom! I can no longer open the door to heaven so you have to do it for me.”
“Fine, although I don’t like you being expelled from the heavens. Who knows if they kill you or execute you like burning you at the steak or cutting off your head with a guillotine—“
“Psh, that old man would surely not do any executions on me, I was one if his dear friends anyways.” Junhui huffs, crossing his arms as he grumbles. “Never mind about that, let’s just go—“
“Wait wait wait, before that,” Minghao holds one finger in front of Junhui, stopping the older male abruptly. “Can you let me know who is this demon you had affairs with? I might know him for I’m one of the smarties in heaven anyways.”
“Yeah I know, you had read all of the books from the library,” Junhui casually replies before continuing. “It’s Mingyu. Kim Mingyu. He’s an obnoxious seducer, I hate him.” He coldly says, but Minghao dismisses it as a joke.
Minghao gasps upon hearing the name. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes, I’m fucking serious so now get out of my way—“
“Hey, it’s Kim Mingyu, how can you be serious?! You’re not kidding?! Seriously, he’s Abaddon! The Angel of Death!” Minghao complains. “And how dare you tell me to get out of your way when I’m supposed to be the one to make your way to heaven!”
“Just do it, Minghao. Open the door to heaven, now. I’m sick of hearing your unusual complains at this early morning.” Minghao silenced as he definitely knew he had to stop and obey, for he knows well that the voice was no longer Junhui’s. Who knows, it might be the demon inside him.
-
"What kind of blasphemy have you done?!" Jeonghan exclaimed with fury, totally incensed upon finding out what Junhui had inappropriately done.
"Jisoo, hold him back." Seungcheol instructed to the said boy without even turning to look at his two boyfriends standing a few inches behind him. Jisoo just nodded, casting a spell to transfix his stubborn boyfriend's whole body. Everyone knows how nosy and loud Jeonghan could be, and all were sure this was the right thing for them to let the court's event happen with Junhui as the assigned criminal.
"So, Wen Junhui," Seungcheol began with a stern voice, with Junhui honestly not even surprised at the fact that Seungcheol just called him by his whole name for the first time ever, especially in an aloof way. "What kind of ugly courage went in to your mind to have the guts to do such a sin?"
"It wasn't me who started it," Junhui answered, not having the intentions to even be respectful to the palace king who once was his close friend. "I swear it wasn't me. Well, Soonyoung was the one to drag me then shit happened."
A derisive grin appeared gradually on Seungcheol's face, and everyone present in the large room noted his sarcasm. Beneath that grinning face was an angry bull to the point everyone could've mistaken him for a demon, or even someone who's at God's level enough to express his rage.
"You're such a fool, Junhui, a sickening fool." Seungcheol casually commented, but everyone including Junhui knew he wasn't joking. Still, Junhui wasn't bothered. "Seokmin here checked on you through the enchanted mirror and observed your behaviors on earth, only to find out you made out with a stanger. Have you forgotten the rules, Junnie? No angels are supposed to make out with any humans or even demons."
"Then what about Jihoon hyung? Isn't the boy he's always with a human?" Chan, a 4-year old young angel with the matured look of a late teen already (magical perks of being such a creature, a detail I must provide), lowly whispered to Hansol's ear, who was just standing right beside him.
"No, Soonyoung hyung's a shadowhunter," Hansol whispered back to the younger. "An angel-hybrid."
Junhui had completely heard them even at a long distance of ten feet away behind him (he was at the very center of the enormous room) due to his enhanced senses, and remembering about Soonyoung made him thought he should technically blame the younger boy.
"Seungcheol, please do hear me out. Soonyoung was the one who brought me there in the first place and basically told me that I'm free to get myself literally anyone—"
"For goodness' sake, you could've known from the start that Soonyoung wasn't himself!" Seungcheol roared, and it was at this point that everyone is clearly aware that the palace king is extremely furious. "That scoundrel was drunk!"
"Strangely though, he looked too calm and relaxed," Junhui shot back. "But still, it was his fault."
"Even if Soonyoung wasn't drunk, you would've committed yourself to anyone too," Seungcheol retorted, glaring at the younger with his cold icy stare. Well, it was nothing new for Junhui since he had seen the king like that numerous times already, mostly when he used to attend some of the old angels who betrayed the heaven's trials before. But oh well, now he was one of those angels who became traitors who he himself used to always judge and criticize ("Would you look at him? He looked so decent and good looking until he sinned.", "That bastard is a whore, we didn't need him in the first place." or even "Sicheng always had a gentle smile on his face and never disappointed us, I can't believe he would do this." were some of his censorious remarks.)
Before Junhui could even answer back again, Seungcheol hastily replied and didn't dare to leave any space for Junhui to respond. "Besides, you love that demon. You love Abaddon, although none of us here knows if you were just tempted or had really fallen in love. Nonetheless, you're expelled, and you're permanently banished from heaven. At least be thankful I'm not imprisoning you or burn you at the stake like I usually do with everyone like you for you have been a good friend and dignified angel." Seungcheol paused for awhile before turning his head to look at Wonwoo. "Wonwoo, escort him out and bring him back to earth."
The commanded one dutifully bowed as he answered, "As you wish, my king."
As Junhui and Wonwoo left, silenced engulfed the court room for a short while before Seungcheol eyed a certain angel who was standing on the side of the room the whole time, just at the opposite of Hansol and Chan so primarily, they were facing each other in a distance of around 10 feet away since the court room was quite huge. Seungcheol noticed how he was quiet and didn't budge all the time as his head was lowered down the whole time too, just staring off blankly on the floor.
"Jihoon, you better control your boyfriend next time. Understood?"
Jihoon snapped out of his own world and looked at Seungcheol before respectfully bowing. "Your pleasure, my Lord."
Seungcheol then shifted his gaze from Jihoon to the people who attended the trial, especially Hansol and Chan. "You are dismissed, the event had now finished. Have a good day."
Hansol and Chan couldn't be happier than this, and Seungcheol knew the kids loved being dismissed from any formal event they would call boring and nonsense. The two young angels scurried off to the door, exiting out the imensely large room along with other angels, even Jihoon, until Seungcheol and his two boyfriends were now the only ones left inside.
Seungcheol turned to Jisoo, their eyes meeting solemnly. Jisoo got the message right away, and in a moment, Jisoo removed the spell on Jeonghan. The said male went out of his controlled trance, falling to the floor upon losing his balance before instantly fixing himself and stood up.
"Oh god, what was that? Why would you petrify me? And Cheollie, you could've burned him on the stake instead of just letting him to freely just like that!"
Seungcheol sighed to himself, palming his forehead. "Shua, the next time you cast a spell on him, better make sure to block his senses too."
"Understood."
"Hey! Why wouldn't you let me mainly hear and see anymore the next time you do curses on me?! Ugh, why am I even in a relationship with you guys?! Scoundrels! I will tell you to God!"
Seungcheol rolled his eyes. "As if he would hesitate to whoop your ass and send you to hell in a second."
Jeonghan stomped angrily. Jisoo groaned.
-
Clearly enough, it was no good day for Junhui. All he wished for was to laze in bed (on Mingyu’s bed to be exact) all day, and so he attempted; until it was all interrupted when hell came to claim him.
There he was, bounded with strong invisible chains and eyes covered with a black cloth right there on the bed. He tried to let go, but to no avail; his screaming didn’t even make a sound as if something had just made the room sound-proofed but no, Junhui could hear the loud clanking of the heavy chains and even if he couldn’t see it, he also heard the clanging of a sword. He wasn’t mistaken, painfully after feeling a sharp object cut off his angel wings, which he cried out loud to. Shedding a tear, he trembled on his spot.
Giving in to the painful agony, he breathed out a long sigh, not even noticing how his tears that streamed a little on his cheek had turned into some colored candle wax which, to be honest, just made him look more beautiful and gorgeous. Whoever from hell could’ve done this to him must’ve wanted to please Mingyu so much and make the older look presentable enough for the devil of death.
A few minutes after feeling blood streak down from his back when his wings were brutally cut off, he could feel some new ones grow on the exact same spot on his spine. It was too painful, Junhui’s body was going numb, yet he had to horribly endure the whole crisis.
After a short while, he felt a tough grip on his leg. Nails digging into his skin, he knew he was being hexed. He didn’t feel anyone’s presence around, not even near him, so it must’ve just been magic, he thought. He himself was right, the grip was unseen, it was just clearly a spell.
A huge black logo was permanently designed on his left leg, just a bit below his knee. He himself may not know for of course he’s soon-to-be new to hell, but it’s undeniably the one and only logo of Abaddon. A few seconds passed, and Junhui felt the chains loosen. Before he knew it, the curse was over. However, there was one negative thing left; he can’t see anything as if there’s still an invisible black cloth covering his sight.
He steadily traced his cheeks with trembling and shaky hands, sensing his own tears that turned into colored ones. His other hand reached for his chest, feeling the beat of his own heart. Heavily panting, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Not long after, he felt someone sit on the bed, just right in front of him. The person caressed his prettily stained cheek as he blindly looked somewhere, still seeing only pitch black. He also felt the same person gently stroking his marked leg.
“You’ve gone blind.” Came the very familiar deep voice that Junhui had now loved, and even risking to be banned forever from heaven just to hear it every day, most particularly at nights. “But just temporarily, so you don’t have to worry.” Due to Junhui’s enhanced senses, he knew the latter was smiling.
Mingyu leaned into his ear before whispering (which the older honestly found strangely seducing), “You’ve fallen, my love.” Instantly, a pair of soft lustful lips came in contact with Junhui’s, a passionate and real love visible in between the lovely contact.
Junhui felt something coming out of his heart—no, it was from his chest— but from his heart precisely, but now it’s coming out of his chest. Truthfully to him, it felt like boring a hole right on his thorax. Touching it for a short while before another hand came to obtain it as the kiss continued, the former angel correctly suspected it was a rose.
A hand sweetly came to intertwine with his. Fingers intertwined with the rose stuck on one of Mingyu’s delicate fingers, Junhui knew he had fallen. He knew he had totally fallen from heaven, and most especially for Mingyu.
-
The concrete ceiling greeting him, he opened his eyes. It was blurry at first before his sight managed to recognize the room clearly. Junhui slowly removed himself from the other male's heavy but loose cuddle, getting out of bed before leaving the room to go to the kitchen.
Junhui's back was still in pain, and he was guessing it was from what happened earlier before he fell into slumber. His angel wings had been cut off, and he's banished from heaven. His purity has been taken away, his morality now cleared completely out of him.
Before he could even enter the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks in front of the door frame outside. It was the laundry basket resting beside the door frame that caught his attention. Inside it was a small stack of neatly folded clothes and covers, and on the very top of it was a familiar thin, folded bed sheet with blood stains.
Oh, his blood. His blood that symbolized his statuesque manners and angelic dignity, which were now drained out of his body and replaced with an unclean one.
Junhui cries silently at the sudden realization that struck him right there on the spot, trying to stop his own tears with his own hands as he covered his face and hid his sobbing, just in case Mingyu walks in out of nowhere.
Junhui had too many thoughts streaming his mind from every corner of his brain. Did he never belong to heaven, fated to bring himself to hell all these times? Did God plan this and chose to bring the poor boy on his knees, or was it him who chose to sin all along and thus descended down, deep in the blazing pits of Satan's territory? There was no answer, of course, all Junhui felt at that moment was the burning of his chest, his heart on fire. Yes, that's it, he is in love with a demon. Junhui's cheeks remained stained with hot tears, now red at the process.
"Baby?"
That voice. Was it bad that the deep voice made Junhui's heart flutter? Was it bad that he loved it? Was it bad that he wishes to hear it everyday, to sooth his ears and listen to it like a calming sweet lullaby?
Before Junhui can even turn around to greet his supposed enemy but now lover, he felt arms hug him endearingly from behind, wrapping his body securely. His back pressed against the broad chest, as Mingyu's head rested softly on his shoulder.
Mingyu must've heard his sniffling and quiet sobs, because the tall male immediately stood up in front of him and cupped his face gently, forcing an eye contact with the older.
"What's wrong baby? Are you alright?"
Junhui didn't budge. His tears just continued to fall down. Mingyu pulled him close and hugged him, this time from the front. With their bodies pressed against each other, Mingyu tenderly wiped the tears with his soft, warm and huge hands.
No words came out of the fallen angel's mouth. He collapsed his tired head into Mingyu's shoulder. The taller ran a hand through Junhui's hair, caressing his head affectionately.
Mingyu can read thoughts, that wasn't something meant to be forgotten. He knew what Junhui was pondering, certainly the heaven-hell torn wonders, but he had no idea what caused him like this; to break him down like this, to cry out all his emotions with no shame in front of a demon who ironically loved him wholeheartedly.
In the corner of his eye, the laundry basket caught Mingyu's attention. And being the intelligent demon he was raised to be, he got it. He embraced the crying boy again.
"Shh, it's alright, princess. The heavens doesn't deserve someone wonderful like you."
Junhui failed to prevent his own tears from falling further.