Daehyun's existence must have been a blessing, if Jongup had to be honest. He thanked the heavens and destiny for allowing the other to be conveniently visiting someone in the freshman dormhouse. Even moreso for making it that they ran into each other.

"Oh, hey, Jongup." Daehyun stated as he spotted the shorter male opening the door to his dorm.

Jongup paused and looked up, a smile coming to him naturally. "Daehyun."

"Woah." The older's eyes widened. "You don't look okay."

The smile faltered, if only by a little bit. "Just..." Jongup sighed. "Tired, is all." That wasn't a total lie. But it'd be awkward and unbelievable if he told Daehyun he just met the spirit of a man he killed and sent it to Hell. He was sure Daehyun would automatically disassociate with him, thinking he was crazy.

Unbeknownst to him, Daehyun had his own secrets that were unbelievable.

"Really? Would it be wrong for me to come inside then?" Daehyun asked. "I don't want to bother you."

"Uh- Well - I mean... You can. It's just not very neat."

Daehyun chuckled at the other's stuttering. "That's alright, my dorm would be a pigpen if it wasn't for Youngjae - honest." Without another word Jongup gestured for Daehyun to enter, and automatically offered him food. Hesitantly, the other refused politely. Youngjae always scolded him for always taking every offer - he said it was greedy. Daehyun didn't exactly think so because the person was offering, but he was watching his actions around Jongup. He didn't want to drive the man away.

Daehyun did take the soda though, his throat was parched. 

Jongup grabbed a refreshment of his own and made his way to sit next to Daehyun on the couch. The leather sunk as his weight was pushed onto it, and he leaned back on the arm of the couch. 

"Why were you in the freshman dorms, anyway?" Last time he checked, Daehyun's dormhouse should be near the center of the campus, not in the back of it. Unless he used single dorms, but it was clear to Jongup that he roomed with Youngjae, so that was impossible.

Daehyun let out a small 'ah' after sipping the cold drink and then looked towards Jongup. He couldn't help but admire the other's visual. His cheekbones were high, his skin was glowing, and his imperfections - those such as acne and beauty marks - made him perfect. Maybe it was just because Daehyun found himself growing more fond of Jongup whenever they were around each other, but no one could deny the older was slightly infatuated with Jongup. 

"I was visiting a friend." He stated, breaking his self-made trance that stemmed from the allure of Jongup's cheekbones. "His name's Seungkwan, you know him?"

Jongup tried to rack his brain for the name Seungkwan. He knew the name - he'd heard it before. The person, Jongup never familiarized himself with, but the name was- "Ah!" He sat up in realization, his soda spilled over slightly and was soaked up by the material of his shirt. Jongup frowned at the sight and wiped at the liquid on his shirt with his hand; it was up to no avail. "Well, at least it's a dark shirt. I'll wash it on laundry day." He told Daehyun the irrelevant information before getting back on topic. "Yeah, I've heard of a Seungkwan. He's friends with Mingyu. Actually - don't they room together?"

"Bingo." Daehyun drank his soda again. "Small world."

"Small campus."

Daehyun smiled. They kept silent for a while. 

Unfortunate for Jongup. The conversation they were having, the atmosphere they'd created - it was gone by silence. His thoughts about what had happened prior to entering the dormhouse and what had happened a few nights earlier were now reentering his mind. Expression falling, Daehyun couldn't help but ask him what was wrong.

"Oh uh- It's nothing." The first time Jongup lied about how he felt.

"It's not nothing, come on, tell me."

"You wouldn't believe me."

Daehyun scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I would believe just about anything right now." 

"Not this." Jongup put his can of soda on the glass coffee table in front of the couch and proceeded to pull his legs close to his chest. He placed his head behind his knees and and kept his gaze locked on the couch material. Daehyun put down his own drink and leaned close to Jongup, causing the other to look up suddenly. Both of their cheeks heated up at the sudden closeness - they were mere inches apart. Their breaths intermingled and their gazes were locked for what seemed like an eternity.

"...Try me." It wasn't instigating, like the words are known to be. Daehyun didn't mean them in such a form. Jongup could tell. Instead, he meant that Jongup should test the limit of Daehyun's ability to believe whatever was told to him.

A warmth bloomed in Jongup's chest - he felt as if he could tell Daehyun anything. "You're sure about it?"

"A friend of mine heard a secret I'd been trying to keep for a long time, Jongup." Daehyun smiled and sat back in his original position, subconsciously wishing something more came from their close proximity. "I never thought anyone would believe me. I thought he'd falsely accuse me, honestly. But he believed me and I know he's going to try to help me. I wouldn't mind doing the same for you." 

Jongup's mouth hung slightly agape, his eyes wide. If his face wasn't red before, it surely was now. He put a hand over his mouth and snickered as he averted his gaze. "Look at me." He muttered. "I'm like a schoolgirl. If Junhong could see me now... he'd ask where the real Jongup went." Daehyun smiled at the comment.

"If you really want to know... I killed someone."

Daehyun nearly choked on air when he heard what Jongup had said. His face clearly expressed shock; that wasn't something he'd been expecting.

"But listen - it wasn't my fault." Jongup sighed. He explained from the beginning, since he was entering the store to when he sent the spirit to Hell. At least - that's where he believed he sent the spirit. Daehyun kept quiet throughout his whole explanation, nodding occasionally and furrowing his brow in order to display that he was still listening. "I'm so confused. I don't get what a Gate Keeper is, or what this power is, or my responsibility is... I thought I was normal."

Daehyun kept quiet, watching Jongup bury himself in self-pity, or whatever it was. "I believe you though. If it makes you feel any better, I'm not normal either." The fallen stopped there, contemplating whether he should reveal to Jongup his identity - his secret. It took Youngjae years to find out, but Jongup would discover it in just a couple of weeks?

"So, you're one of these Gate Keeper people too?" Jongup sounded hopeful.

"No." The younger's happiness deflated. "But I'm not human. I'm an angel."

Daehyun didn't continue in order to let the information sink in. "I... believe you. You believed me after all." Jongup said slowly, a small smile on his lips. "Are you able to do anything cool?"

Daehyun's let out a huff. "Angels are able to bring out their armas along with their wings. Armas are weapons their souls are connected to when they are chosen as an angel. Only..." The fallen stood up suddenly and slowly removed his shirt. Jongup's eyes widened, but he couldn't stop himself from staring at the other's toned muscles and oh that v-line. Jongup smacked his cheek, trying to break the trance he was in. 

Daehyun turned around and sat back down. Jongup looked at his back, immediately noticing two long scars that ran diagonally from his shoulder blades down. He reached out, hesitating slightly before finally running delicate fingers on the other's skin, tracing the scars. Daehyun closed his eyes and focused on the warmth from the other's touch.

"What... what are these?"

"My wings, they were taken from me. I can't call my arma. Do you know what that means, Jongup?"

"Because I'm a fallen."

"Because you're a fallen." Jongup whispered slowly as he recalled that night.

Daehyun opened his eyes and turned to look at Jongup. "Right. I'm not an angel anymore, I'm a fallen angel. I can't sense other angels' aura, I don't even have an aura of my own."

Jongup frowned. "Isn't there a way to go back to being an angel?"

"I'd have to become a gaurdian angel - but being bound to someone else for the rest of my existence? Never." Daehyun faltered slightly when saying 'never'. 

"Oh." Jongup looked down, upset there was no other way to revert Daehyun back to his original identity. Daehyun took hold of Jongup's chin and lifted his head to face him.

"It's nothing to be upset about, don't be sad for me."

The door opened and both Daehyun and Jongup jumped back in surprise. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" Junhong grinned as he closed the door, taking in the situation. Why was Daehyun shirtless?

Daehyun stood with a scowl on his face. "Junhong, why are you here?"

"Uh -" Junhong paused, a brow furrowing. "Because I live here?" He scoffed. "I'm sorry, do you think I just hurt people wherever I go or something?"

Daehyun looked slightly shocked, and sat back down in embarrassment.

"Junhong, there's no dinner today either - Himchan hasn't been here in awhile. Just get ramen again." Jongup told the other.

"Mhm." Junhong responded. 

Daehyun put on his shirt and glanced at Jongup before looking back at the demon. "Where's Youngjae?"

"He's fine, I'm not doing anything yet. Chill out."

Yet. Daehyun narrowed his eyes. "He better be."

Jongup suddenly had a mischievous smirk. "Junhong, you told me you didn't like Youngjae like that."

"Yeah? I still don't."

"Then why were you touching him like that before?"

Junhong dropped the fork in his hand as he froze for a second, before regaining his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about." He muttered to his dorm mate while picking up the fork.

"Yeah Jongup, what are you talking about?" Daehyun asked him, curious.

"His hands were all on Youngjae's waist~ And he had him close too, they were pressed up against each other."

Junhong groaned. "Jongup!" He whined, attempting to stop the older from going any further.

"What Junhong? Too shy to admit you have a crush?" Daehyun started.

"I don't think he's shy, considering the way he whispered into Youngjae's ear." Jongup continued to tease.

"Oh really?" Daehyun snickered, before checking his phone, noticing he received a text from Youngjae.

'Where are you?'

"Your crush just texted me right now~" Daehyun stood up. "I guess I have to go, see you later Jongup." He only sent a secret glare in Junhong's direction, and the demon stuck out his tongue. As Daehyun went to leave, he tripped on what seemed like nothing and fell face first. Groaning in pain, he stood up and looked in Junhong's direction. The other held a triumphant smirk. Daehyun just left the dorm, not bothering any longer.

He texted a response to Youngjae.

'Was visiting Seungkwan and ended up staying in Jongup's dorm for a bit.

Did you know Jongup rooms with Junhong?'

Youngjae replied two minutes later.

'Ooooh Dae, what were you doing with Jongup? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah, I knew.'

Daehyun stepped outside and made his way to his dormhouse. He ignored the text message the whole time, waiting until he opened the door to his dorm to respond.

"I was busy teasing Junhong about his crush on you, if you want to know." The fallen stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

Youngjae pretended to stick his index finger into his mouth and gagged. "I would never go out with someone who wants to murder me. That's suicide."

"I'll be sure to pass the message."

Youngjae paused and watched Daehyun for a moment, growing sadder at the sight of him. "The Spring Fling is in three days you know." Daehyun started to turn off the lights, knowing curfew is coming around soon. 

Daehyun stopped at one of the light switches, looking at the wall. He stared at it for longer than necessary, blinking slowly and sighing. "I know." He turned off the light and disappeared into their room, leaving Youngjae in a dark living room, alone.

The younger huffed and sat back, watching the darkened ceiling.

Was his death really coming, or would fate decide to be on his side for once?

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A/N; Finally a new chapter, eh? I did say there would be a lot of Daeup!! I hope you liked it, the Spring Fling is in two to three chapters!

Adieu~ ^u^