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It’ll be a rainy night today in Seoul—the forecast said so. But that didn’t stop Baby, no way. Even if his fellow demons (specifically Jinu and Mystery) had told him not to go out for tonight, his stubborn ass insisted—saying he’s just going out to buy some sweets and hot sauce because someone (Abby) didn’t want to buy it for him. His fellow demons were reluctant, but they let him do what he wished, the only condition was that he bring a coat or an umbrella—which he didn’t obey. Does he even obey anything in the first place?
Never mind that, what mattered to Baby at the moment were the sweets and hot sauce. He was in the aisle of sweets in a convenience store he didn’t care enough to learn the name of. The turquoise-haired demon took his time picking out which flavor of lollipop he liked more. Watermelon, or strawberry? ‘Whatever, fuck it. I’ll just take both.’ Baby thought, snatching lollipops of both flavors. He walks over to the counter, paying for everything he’s bought: Two—No, three large bottles of hot sauce, apple juice, and sweets—which consisted of grape jelly, two boxes of Pepero, and obviously, the lollipops. The items were worth a total of 150 won. Baby, despite being a demon, didn’t mind paying for stuff like this. He’s rich anyway—being an idol (even if it’s pretend) He gave the cash needed and then walked out of the store.
Unlucky for him, as soon as he set foot out of the store, heavy rain poured out of the night sky. He’s immediately soaked; and as if the cold in the convenience store wasn't freezing enough, a chilling breeze came along with the heavy rain. He shivers, letting out ragged breaths. He then regrets disobeying his friends, he really should’ve listened. The turquoise-haired demon grits his teeth, sucking it up. Baby wasn’t going to let the cold bother him—no matter how much it did. He tries to teleport, but he can’t. His mind was unclear, his brain frozen. He couldn't properly focus on the location he needed to get to. So, while still sucking it up, he decided to walk—bad idea. His residence was quite far, 10 blocks away from where he is now. But being the stubborn asshole he is, he doesn’t seek shelter. Which was another bad idea. Seriously, how many more bad ideas can this guy make?
Baby continues walking—still shivering. He looked like he was about to collapse at the moment. The people around him—with umbrellas, of course—tried to help. He refused. No way. He’d be seen as weak, helpless. ‘Just a few more blocks.’ He thought. Baby kept walking more, then ended up in an empty alley with a singular streetlight on.
Then his legs gave up. He collapsed underneath the light, the back of his head hitting the cold, hard concrete. ‘Shit.. I can’t get up..’ Baby tried to move, but his limbs weren't cooperative. It’s as if they were frozen. ‘Is this the end of me..? Wait, I’m already dead. You know what, I accept it.’ A shadow came over him, it must be a person. But his vision was blurry, so he couldn't exactly tell who it was. Maybe it was one of the boys. He was wrong.
Baby doesn’t know if maybe it’s an effect of the rain flooding his mind—but he swears he hears an angelic voice coming from the shadow over him. The light coming from above him made him think maybe it was an angel. ‘Woah.. Did I somehow do something to atone for my sins? Am I being taken to heaven? Sick..’ He closes his eyes, then felt himself being carried onto the shadow’s back. ‘Dang, a piggyback to heaven? Guess the gods forgive me A LOT.’ He thought blissfully—Boy, was he wrong. After that, he loses consciousness.