Kevin pulled you to the park.

"Here?" You raised an eyebrow.

He nodded and smiled, sitting on a swing. "I'll always enjoyed coming here. At night, it was perfect. A silent breeze. It was comforting."

You sat on the swing next to him and moved your feet back and forth. Your lips were pursed and you were forming a question in your mind.

"How long have you been this way?" You asked.

"I was born this way."

"You can't be created then?"

Kevin stopped swinging and looked at you.

"Why would you ask that?"

"I was just curious." You wouldn't meet Kevin's eyes.

"No. We can't be created. Though I've heard of surpressors. But I've also heard that they don't really work and the incbubus/succumbus dies at a young age."

"I don't understand." You looked at him.

"I don't understand it either." He shrugged. "But was your reason on why you wanted to know if you could be created."

"I just thought...it would be easier...to be around you guys."

If Kevin wasn't angry before he was now. "You what?" He jumped up and stepped in front of you, stopping your swinging.

You refused to look up at him. "It was just curiosity."

Kevin softened and kneeled in front of you.

"I have one more question." You said.

Kevin sighed but didn't protest.

"Why does Dongho hate me? Or at least...I think he does. Though at times it doesn't seem like he c