Warning: graphic description of injury, not enought that I thought it should be rated mature, just be forewarned.

Chapter 15:

Healing Woozi was no simple feat. Jeonghan had stripped him down to nothing but his shorts, feeling waves of pity as he inspected prodding ribs and dark bruising against pale skin. He was sleeping deeply, probably exhausted from whatever had happened to him today, but it worked in Jeonghan’s favor. It would be a lot more difficult for the both of them, if Woozi was awake for this. He searched through the first aid kit, which was frankly a little skimpy. There was no lidocaine, or numbing medicines of any kind. He would have to do a spell from scratch. Luckily, he did have a few key ingredients.

He pulled out aloe vera gel, alcohol, glycerin, and a few other necessities from the box. Mingyu had a glass of water on his bed-side table, which would have to do.

He dumped the water from the glass onto the floor, paying no mind as it seeped into the carpet. From there he added his ingredients, chanting under his breath, and using the light emerging from his fingertips to blend them into a green goop. With time, and a carefully recited latin spell, the concoction began to evaporate into mist. He lifted his palm with concentration, the mist left the glass and spread out as far as Jeonghan’s motions allowed. He lowered his hand until the cloud of anesthetic settled around Woozi, seeping into his unconscious body until nothing remained.

Immediately, there was a change. His breathing switched from hitched and whining to slow, rhythmic inhalations. His face relaxed, and Jeonghan felt himself a comforting thumb over his pale face, staring down adoringly. He could be at ease knowing for now, Woozi wouldn’t be able to feel a thing.

He had never performed on such a disturbing injury, he’d never even considered something like this was possible. The twisted ankle, the bruising, and the mess of shattered bones all added up to a complicated healing process. He applied enchanted cortisone cream to, so it would not heal immediately, but by morning it would be tolerable. The arm and fingers were a whole other story, though. Jeonghan had once studied molecular healing techniques, but he was hardly an expert in it. What Woozi really needed, was for him to speed up the natural healing process, and get his broken bones into at least the reparative stage of bone recovery. That way, his bones would be weak, but he wouldn’t be in pain, and he’d have at least limited use of his arms and hands. Unfortunately, this process required him to use empathic healing. Although it wouldn’t exactly mean he’d take Woozi’s injury on for himself, it would deal a whole lot of pain, and expend a near-fatal amount of energy.

He felt anxious as he thought. The numbing agent wouldn’t last too much longer, he had to come to a conclusion quickly. This spell was going to take a big toll on him, but it was for the greater good. There wasn’t any time for him to be worrying about himself, not when Woozi was suffering like this.

Jeonghan in a breath and stood up, searching through Mingyu’s desk for something to write with. He spotted a red jumbo sharpie in a drawer. He wasn’t about to feel sorry about staining Mingyu’s bedsheets, that was the least of his problems. Around Woozi, he began to draw, the red laying stark against white sheets. As ink seeped into the fabric, it bled in patterns against the edges of the design. Jeonghan worked around him, bringing the drawing as close as he was able, letting the pen stain his arms as it brushed against bare skin. When he was finished, Woozi lay with serpents wrapping around behind him, wings protruding by his ears, a circle over his head, and a staff through the centre. As a final touch, he drew a line down his arm, corresponding with the layout of his bones in their natural state, all the way down to his fingertips. Mingyu had a few basic herbs in his kit. Jeonghan took some sage and holy basic, drizzled on an oily substance from a medicinal salve, and crushed the concoction together in his palms. The juices of the herbs and the oil fell in droplets from his palms, plopping down among the many other thing’s staining mingyu’s sheets.

He stepped back to look at his work, feeling satisfied, albeit the nervous shaking of his legs. He took a few deep breaths to calm his heart before he began, pulling an amulet from behind his shirt collar, and holding it forward. “Aceso per gratiam habent curationum, non sunt servi illi. Ego enim non solum facere, petere auxilium.”

As he chanted, the symbol he’d drawn began to glow. The lines on his arm bent until Woozi’s arm was jutted out straight, his bones aligning together. Jeonghan Gulped as his own arm raised, and intertwined his finger’s with Woozi’s.

He shut his eyes tight, attempting to focus. He felt everything, memories of snapping cartilage within his arm. Even though he knew it was only psychological, it was unnerving nonetheless. Woozi’s bones were clicking into place in response, melding together. He just needed to heal them to the reparative stage, he only needed to hold out until then. His mind was blotchy, overwhelmed with a sudden wave of exhaustion.

“ Invoca me in virtute Dei, hoc est curam mei finis. In reditu, ut det servitium in sanguine.” Just a little longer. He Felt the fingers against his mold into their normal shape, and felt his own distort. He had to keep reminding himself it wasn’t real, no matter how much it hurt. He bit his lip until he drew blood, but the sting was nothing in comparison.

“Deus testis e-... est...” He was so close, yet he felt his body seizing, his mind began to falter, as did the direction of the spell. To combat the quick approach of unconsciousness, Jeonghan screamed, his body shuddering. The pendant he held in his and Woozi’s shared grip was luminescent in lilac light. In a flash, it engulfed the room.

When the pendant’s glow had dulled, Jeonghan lay beside Woozi on the bed, unconscious. They both remained asleep, fingers intertwined between them.

~

Mingyu hopped up from the couch when he heard the scream, making his way to the door. Seungcheol stopped him before he could barge into the room. He wasn’t looking at Mingyu, but at the purple glow he could see seeping out under the gap in the doorway, with an expression that made him think Seungcheol wanted to see what was happening even more than he did. Despite this, Seungcheol pulled his hand away from the doorknob with a frown.

“Jeonghan said we shouldn’t interrupt him.”

Mingyu’s eyes shifted between him and the door, muffling retched screams, dividing his attention. “It sound’s like he’s dying, Hyung.”

Seungcheol scraped his teeth against his tongue. “I’m sure he’s fine. Jeonghan would call for us if he needed help.”

Reluctantly, the two made their way back to the couch. It wasn’t too long until Jeonghan’s screaming had faded into nothing, but somehow the silence did nothing to ease their nerves.

Mingyu cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming, Hyung. I don’t know what I was going to do If you guy’s didn’t show up.”

Seungcheol smiled awkwardly. No matter how many times he was going to do it, he always felt ty lying about Woozi. “Don’t mention it. That kid looked pretty messed up, huh?”

Mingyu shook his head wildly. “He’s not a kid! He’s an adult man. Trust me, I already made that mistake.”

Seungcheol let out a laugh. “Oh, really? How did you end up piggybacking him home? Doesn’t really seem like something a ‘man’ would agree to.”

“Oh, trust me, he didn’t.” Mingyu sighed, pressing his fingers against his eye sockets. “He didn’t want me to help him, or call the police, of get him to a hospital. And, god I can’t blame him for being mad at me for thinking he was 12, but for being all broken and weak, he really could have been a little less stubborn.”

Seungcheol was imagining it now. He could see the situation so clearly, he couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “So, how’d you get him to agree?”

Mingyu scoffed. “He didn’t really have a choice. He got all angry and tried to walk by himself, but he didn’t make it more than a couple steps.” Mingyu’s frustration wavered for a moment, biting back a shy smile that Seungcheol watched intently. “He’s such a pain in the , and I’ve only just met him. You know, I carried him all day, and he didn’t once say thank you.”

“Sound’s like a pain.”

Mingyu chuckled, leaning back and staring at the ceiling with a smirk. “But, he’s cute. I don’t know why… when I looked at him, I just wanted to protect him.”

Seungcheol watched him dubiously, feeling a punch in his gut that he couldn’t help but feel like he deserved. He should have been the one that found Woozi, before anyone else. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. Like ‘back off you big oaf, he’s my pain in the !’ or something, and god, he really needed to stop having thoughts like this.

“I wonder what happened to him.” Mingyu’s gaze trailed towards the door again, lips tugging into a concerned frown.

Seungcheol swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, me too.”

When their conversation had hit a stalemate, and Jeonghan had yet to emerge from the room, Seungcheol and Mingyu decided it would be best to stop stressing and try to get some sleep. Mingyu, with his horrendously long legs, had no way to get comfortable sleeping on their short couch. Seungcheol just couldn’t ing sleep with everything that had happened today. So they lay there silently, legs awkwardly intermingled in their shared sleeping spot, for a good hour. When Mingyu began to snore, and Seungcheol had hardly taken the chance to close his eyes, he decided it was going to be a very long night.

~

Jihoon had been planning this little escape since he was four years old. Every morning, his parents left the house in a big long carriage, and went into town for work. They left right when the sun rose, but the time they would return was ambiguous, though usually quite late. If he planned it right, he would be able to leave and come back without them noticing. He just needed to hide in the luggage compartment of the carriage before they left. Jihoon’s small feet pattered against the wooden floor as he ran toward’s the front entrance. He slipped on the first step of the stairs, holding onto the railing before he could plummet down the rest of the descent. His heart was thumping, he brushed a strand of black hair behind his ear and crawled through the little door the hounds used to get in and out of the house, which was a good size for him to fit through.

When he peeked his head up at a shadow casted over him, his eagerness shrunk into a sad, frightened pile of hopelessness in the depth of his chest. A firm hand grabbed him by the hair, staring into him with burning crimson eyes, with a slit for a pupil. His father was angry, Jihoon could tell because his expression wasn’t the neutral one he usually held. He shifted his grip and held him by the neck, dragging him through the house, simply scowling as Jihoon pitifully choked, clawing at the hand around his frail throat.

He was thrown into the hound house in the back-yard, guarded by the three hell hound’s they had invested in to protect the property. They were easily twice his size, slobbering, wretched beasts.

Jihoon remembers what his father had said as he chained him against the inside of the hound house, which was hardly a house at all. Just a platform for a floor, flimsy wooden walls, and a tattered metal roof which leaked.

“If you want to be a ing hound so badly, then why don’t you stay in here and rot, Mutt.” He spat at him, before he turned to leave for work. The hound house was cold, damp, and lonely, but at least the hounds kept him company for the day’s he was grounded there. Although, they tended to play a little rougher than he liked.

He woke up, feeling queasy. He never used to dream, but these days, he dreamed about home a lot.

At first he expected to feel overwhelming pain when he rolled an achy shoulder, but if anything, the little uncomfortable twitch in his arm was mild. He curled up against the warmth by his side, feeling a chill run over his back. He found his tail wrapping over his waist for extra warmth. Had it all been a bad nightmare? No, the memories of yesterday were fresh in his mind, it couldn’t have been an illusion. How the did he get into a bed then? Did that Mingyu guy really carry him home?

Cracking his eyes open, Jihoon inspected the face of the person he was nose-to-nose with, and felt himself freeze. How the hell did this happen?

He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare. Jeonghan was really a beautiful human, so waking up inches away from long eyelashes and porcelain skin was a little bit overwhelming. He really did want to know how they ended up sleeping in the same bed, though. Not to mention, they were holding hands. Was he cursed? This seemed to be a trend in his life.

“Jeonghan?” He whispered, tentative.

The next thing he noticed, when Jeonghan continued to snooze, was that he was aside from these flimsy shorts. And, this was definitely not Seungcheol’s room. It was stuffy and small, the walls were grey and blue, and there wasn’t a single item placed neatly in his vicinity. It looked like a bomb had gone off.

Jihoon pulled his hand away, but Jeonghan had a strong grip. It took some effort to get him to let go. Jihoon inspected the necklace that fell from their hands, and only then noticed the encryptions (among other things) on the bed. A little dazed, Jihoon shook Jeonghan by the shoulders, but he seemed to be out cold. Seeing as his arm was feeling a lot more ‘not broken’, he would assume Jeonghan had performed some kind of healing on it.

The deduction ended up being: he had slept in this strange place, holding hands with a healing angel all night long. He supposed the first step in retaining his shriveling dignity, would be for him to get decent.

He got up, pulling on the grey sweater that was crumpled messily along the floor. There was a strange sensation in his arm; not exactly painful, but as though his bones could snap if he jostled them too hard. He was gentle, for safe measure. Next, he creeped up to the door, leaning his ear against it to listen for movement in the next room. It was relevantly silent, but nonetheless he felt uncomfortable about the idea of running into more humans.

There was a stand-up mirror in the corner of the room, a tall one. Jihoon looked into it to inspect his appearance; which was frankly a lot better than he’d expected. Hanging off the corner of the mirror was a grey beanie. He snagged it, pulling it over his horns with careful hands.

“..” He breathed out, holding a hand up to his collar and brushing careful fingers over the cracks that had formed, breaking out from the centre. It was practically shattered, all throughout the front, laying against his skin like flakes of thick bronze crystals. The fact that it had said Seungcheol before would be hard to believe it he hadn’t seen it himself. Despite this, when he grasped a piece of it and attempted to pull it away from his skin, a jolt of fire burned the pads of his fingers, running through his hand like lightening.

He hissed, at the burn with a scowl. Stupid ing spell.

Before wandering around for answers, Jihoon tried one last time to wake Jeonghan, but he was seriously sleeping like a rock. He didn’t even flinch. Jihoon opened the door slowly, carefully, peaking his head out first and looking around. When he turned a corner down the hallway, he spotted a couch, tangled legs peaking over the armrests, arms hanging off the ends, and when he stepped closer he recognized these two as Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Now he was really curious, how did everyone end up together? Jihoon kneeled by the couch, patting Seungcheol on the shoulder. He shifted in his sleep, face leaning towards Jihoon with parted lips, breathing softly. His breath smelled muggy. Jihoon ignored the strange sensation he felt, peering into Seungcheol’s familiar sleeping face. What an odd thing to feel comfort in.

“Seungcheol?” He was probably going to be mad at him, for running away like that. Once he explained what had happened it should be okay, though. Jihoon prepared to defend himself when Seungcheol’s eyes fluttered open, taking in his identity as consciousness came to him. Rather than anger, Seungcheol shot up from where he was lying, face washed over with relief as he huffed out a breath.

“Woozi…” Jihoon watched his eyes crinkle up into crescents as he leaned in, pulling the demon against his chest with gentle arms. “You’re okay.” He sighed out, holding one hand against the small of his back, the other curled up in the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Jihoon felt his heart skip as a thumb traced over his neck affectionately, pulling his face into the human’s warm chest. Or, was it his face that was warm? He wasn’t really sure. His mouth hung open, trying to come up with one of his usual responses, but his tongue was twisted when Seungcheol held him back by the shoulders, staring up at his face with a bright smile that could challenge the sun. He was only a little-... okay, he was really glad to see Seungcheol. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he felt at ease staring into his familiar smile.

The grin faded as he turned him around, inspecting his body for injuries. “Are you okay? Does your arm hurt? Oh , sorry.” He released his grip from his shoulders, cringing once he realized he’d just jostled his broken arm around like a moron.

Jihoon scoffed, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest. He pulled up a sleeve to reveal his regular ol’, healthy arm. “If my arm was still broken, I’d let you know. Idiot.”

Seungcheol let out a breathy laugh, pulling him in for another hug, this one a little closer than the last. Finally, Jihoon snapped back to himself, pushing against his chest in protest.

“Yah, just because my arm is fixed doesn’t mean it can’t ing break again!” Seungcheol only hugged him tighter, chuckling against his shoulder.

“Woozi?” Jihoon separated from Seungcheol in surprise as Mingyu sat up, rubbing his eyes in a half-asleep state. Seungcheol retreated his arms with a reluctant pout. “How are you feeling?” His voice was low and raspy. He stared up at the boy who scurried to his feet, looking a little demure.

Jihoon fiddled with the end of his sweater sleeves. “I’m fine, but… Where am I?”

He chuckled. “My house. You fell asleep, so I just brought you here.” Mingyu took note of his own hat on top of the demon’s head with a curious quirk of his eyebrows, but didn’t mention it. He must hate his own hair or something.

Jihoon felt embarrassed. In his 19 years of life, he had never felt as small and helpless as he did in the few hours he’d spent with this giant ing idiot. Still, he had been the one who saved his , so he couldn’t be too mad. His red cheeks and twitching scowl did nothing to convey his gratitude, however.

Mingyu switched his attention to Seungcheol, who had sat back with an awkward expression. He chuckled. “Ah, you must be confused. This is my friend Seungcheol, and…” Mingyu’s smile dropped. “Where’s Jeonghan?”

A little more confused, Jihoon turned to Seungcheol for answers, who quickly avoided his gaze in favor of staring at a distant wall. This , he must have come up with another façade for him.

Jihoon sighed, speaking up. “The other guy is still asleep.”

Mingyu and Seungcheol got up to inspect, Jihoon following behind them, feeling as though he was the only motherer in the house who wasn’t clued in to the situation. Jeonghan certainly was still asleep, but Mingyu had to take a moment to process the state of his room before dwelling on anything else.

“What…. What did you guy’s do?” He turned to Woozi, slack-jawed, and a little bit angry if he was being honest with himself. He took pride in a (sort of) organized room.

“Don’t ing look at me, I’m just as lost.” Mingyu’s anger shrunk.

Seungcheol shook Jeonghan, patting his face gently. After a while of frantic jostling, Jeonghan began to stir, groaning. “Hannie, you awake?” Jeonghan’s slow breathing hitched, he bit his lip and stifled a throaty, distressed noise.

The three of them were shocked when Jeonghan momentarily sputtered, grabbing at his arm with a groan. Mingyu and Seungcheol were at his side in an instant, fussing over him.

“Jeonghan? Jeonghan, what’s wrong?” Seungcheol’s heart thumped with worry, but Jeonghan didn’t respond.

Jihoon was frozen where he stood, watching the scene unfold. He couldn’t be certain about anything, but the way he grabbed at his arm was enough to make him assume the worst. Jihoon went by Seungcheol’s side, unsure of what to do. He held a shy hand against Jeonghan’s forehead. “, he’s hot.”

Seungcheol moved in to check for himself, clicking his tongue. He had a fever, probably a high one.

Mingyu moved closer. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Jeonghan probably overworked himself yesterday.” He looked at the clock on Mingyu’s side table. It was only 6:50, they had a little time before they would have to leave for school. Jeonghan should definitely stay put and recover, but he felt a little adamant about leaving him in this state. “We should let him rest…”

When the door behind him clicked open, Jihoon followed the sound, and found himself head to chest with a man with sharp, dark eyes.

“Mingyu, I’m leaving now if you want a ride.” The man looked down at him for a moment, but he didn’t question his presence. Maybe, unlike the majority of the other human’s he’d met, this one knew how to mind his damn business.

“Ahhh, hold on Wonwoo. Jeonghannie Hyung is sick.” Mingyu pouted, which, okay, Jihoon wasn’t expecting that. “Do we have any medicine?”

Wonwoo turned his attention to Jeonghan, flushed on top of Mingyu’s bed, where someone had barfed up sharpie encryptions and cooking ingredients. “Oh, One second.” He left for a moment, coming back with a cold compression patch and flu medicine. He set the medicine down, but pealed the seal off the cold pack and stuck it against Jeonghan’s forehead, sparing Jihoon another quick, curious glance.

“Thanks Wonwoo!” Mingyu grinned at the man across the bed, before a wave of confusion washed over him. “Wait, when did you get home last night? I didn’t see you.”

“I got home after school, I was just in my room.” Wonwoo, once again, looked down at Jihoon. He feigned disinterest, or maybe that was just his neutral expression, but Jihoon got the feeling he wanted to say something about it anyways. “Well, we should leave now if we’re going to be on time.” He turned away, not bothering to stop as Mingyu called out to him in desperation.

“Ahhh, wait, Wonwoo!” Mingyu started to follow him, stopping before Woozi with an awkward laugh. “Ah, … Well, Woozi hyung, you’re free to stay here while I’m at school… If you want to. Or, if you could, can you take care of Jeonghan? Cause we need to leave, but...” God, he was rambling. He stopped himself before he could say anything stupid.

Jihoon turned to Seungcheol, who avoided his eyes as if they were strangers. He sighed. “I’ll stay with him.”

Mingyu grinned at him, raising an arm up to pat his head. But when Woozi shot him a glare, he lowered his arm bashfully.

“Seungcheol? you want a ride?”

“Yeah! I’ll be there in a second, stall Wonwoo for me, okay?” Mingyu left with a rushed ‘thumb’s up’ in response. When he was out the door, finally, Seungcheol looked at Woozi, who did not seem amused in the slightest.

“So, what story did you tell this guy?” Woozi crossed his arm over, a slight pout playing at his lips.

“Huh?”

“To Mingyu. What did you tell him? Am I an immigrant? Homeless? Your distant cousin? I’ve got to know if I’m going to play the ing part, Seungcheol.”

“There’s nothing like that, he just thinks we’re strangers.” Seungcheol watched, slightly taken back, as Woozi’s pout emerged fully, a hint of red against sullen white cheeks. “…Are you mad?”

He scoffed. “What would I be mad about?”

Without thinking, a slight smirk had grown against his lips. “That… I wasn’t talking to you?”

The color spread, the tips of his ears red beyond his control. “ yourself! It’s just a little annoying having to figure out your bull when your mouth is shut.” Seungcheol’s eyes scrunched up happily, pushing a hand under the beanie he was wearing in order to ruffle Woozi’s hair.

When his hand was pushed away, Seungcheol remembered the questions he had pushed aside for when they were alone, lips turning down. “What happened, Woozi?”

Woozi flashed a nervous expression, finding it hard to collect the right way to explain, but before he could respond, a blaring honking sounded from outside the window. Looking down, Seungcheol watched as Mingyu waved his arms like a lunatic. He made some maniacal arm movements in response before turning back to Woozi. “, I need to go. We’ll talk about it when I get back, okay?”

Jihoon shut his mouth, rolling his eyes. What was so important about this ing school situation, that he needed to drop his problems on a dime to attend? Sounded like some kind of bull. “Whatever.”

Seungcheol grinned, rushing to collect himself, smoothing down the crumpled uniform he had slept in against his chest, before heading to the door. He gave Woozi a once over as he stood there, a thought coming to Seungcheol that (usually) he would have kept for himself. Unfortunately, he was feeling too bold for his own good at the moment. He smirked at the demon.

“What?”

“You look good in my sweater.” He gave a quick, sly wink, before running out the door, Leaving Jihoon speechless where he stood. Footsteps rumbled down the hallway until they were far enough away to leave silence.

He looked in the mirror, pulling the bottom of the sweater out to inspect it with a frown. Good? It didn’t even fit him properly. Nonetheless, an odd fluttering persisted again, nervous butterflies in his stomach. Seungcheol never failed to confuse him with his remarks...

Jeonghan groaned from the bed, and Jihoon quickly went by his side. His face was scrunched up and sweaty, he clutched one arm tightly with the hand he had laying across his chest. He supposed even if he was a little clueless about human ailments, bringing him back down to a normal temperature was straight forward enough.

He wandered the house to find thing’s that were cold, and came back balancing a glass of ice water, a wet cloth, and a magazine he could use as a makeshift fan. The patch Wonwoo had stuck to Jeonghan's forehead felt icy against his fingertips, a rather smart invention. Jihoon patted the cloth against Jeonghan’s face gracelessly, fanning with the other hand. Before he could even begin to consider how the heck he was going to give him the water and medicine, Jeonghan began to awaken.

More like, he made a noise startling enough for Jihoon to think he was either dying, or rising from the dead. He went with the latter for the sake of optimism. He wasn’t sure what else he could do except hover over him and hold his face gently in his hands.

When Jeonghan was able to, he opened his eyes to see Woozi, face filled with worry, leaning above him.

“Aw, don’t look at me like that, Woozi…” Jeonghan attempted a smile. His hand came up to pinch at his cheek, tugging away at his frown teasingly. “How’s your arm? Better?”

“, who cares? what about you?” Jihoon pulled his face away and inspected his other arm, the one he had yet to see in action. Although it looked unscathed, Jihoon wouldn’t believe nothing was wrong.

“It’s not broken, if that’s what you’re thinking. Don’t worry.” Jeonghan flexed to prove his mobility, face cringing only slightly. “It’s just in my head, the pain will fade in a day or so.”

Jihoon was flushed now, releasing Jeonghan’s face from his hands, who chuckled patronizingly. “But… How? What did you do?”

“Magic, Woozi. It always has a price, you should know that by now. But I’m fine, it’s better that you’re back on your feet.” Jeonghan sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re an idiot… I would have been fine if you’d just left me to heal.” Jihoon sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the cap on the bottle of medicine until he managed to jostle it open. Even if Jeonghan said he was okay, he looked close to passing out.

“You’re still not back at your full potential and you know it.” Jeonghan took the couple pills from Woozi’s hand and swallowed them, gulping back a swig of water to get them down. “Again, it doesn’t matter,” Jeonghan’s expression flipped to a serious one as he set the glass back down on the table.

Jihoon pushed himself onto the spot in front of him and sat criss-crossed.

“What happened, Woozi?”

He hummed, staring at his feet. “One moment, I was on Seungcheol's floor. The ground started shaking, and next thing I knew an invisible force was pinning me to the wall. It was really ing strong, but I managed to open the window. I just barely made it out of the house. That flung me across the yard like it was nothing.” He flexed his fingers, frowning. “That’s how my arm’s and fingers broke, I think it was a spell meant to cast me out of the house..”

Jeonghan leaned in curiously. “Who did it? Did you see them?” If his intuition was correct, he was safe in assuming the person who attacked this time was the same one as the last incident. They could be one step closer to finding Seungcheol’s stalker.

“I didn’t see them…”

.

“But, I heard them, I know who it was.”

Woozi was silent for a moment, gnawing his lip.

He gestured for him to continue, growing restless. “Well?”

“It was Seungcheol’s parents.”

Jeonghan’s mouth fell open. Okay, he was way off.

“I don’t think they saw me… I’m pretty sure, but, they knew that I was there.”

“How?”

“I heard them talking before I ran away, they were looking for me.” He gulped. “I don’t know for sure, but…”

Jeonghan’s heart thumped anxiously, the ache in his arm returning tenfold.

“I think they know that I’m a demon.”

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