a bad example.
Part-time Devil
“What are you trying to say…” she questioned.
Baekhyun shrugged, “You wanted to know.”
Aera scoffed in disbelief, “Are you teasing me right now?”
She had enough of it. Without another word, she grabbed her bag and made her way out. Baekhyun instinctively got up, following her behind closely. Her tracks stopped as she turned around to face him once more.
“What is it?” she asked in annoyance.
“I’m taking you home,” he simply said.
As much as she wanted to reject his offer, the walk to a bus stop from his house would be a total pain. She sighed, stepping aside so Baekhyun could lead the way. The car ride was extremely quiet, too quiet for her usual liking.
“Is it true?” she finally mustered up her courage to speak, “…what you said earlier, is it true?”
Baekhyun smiled, his eyes still glued to the road, “Do you believe it?”
Aera looked down. “No,” she whispered.
Without realizing, Baekhyun had already pulled up to her house. Aera was still trying to make up her mind whether it was logical to believe his nonsense. Whatever it was, it bothered her way too much to not know.
“Prove it,” she suddenly declared.
Baekhyun tried his best to hold back his laughter at her sudden determination. It came out of no where, catching him a bit off guard. What did she wanted him to do, shoot fire out of his mouth or any other horribly portrayed image of a devil on television.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded eagerly. Aera just wanted her mind to be at ease. And with that, Baekhyun started the car again. He find it rather entertaining whenever he was with her. It felt nice. The car stopped in front of a convenience store nearby. Baekhyun took off his seatbelt and directed Aera to take off hers as well. The two stood outside his car, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
“Watch this,” he smiled confidently.
Aera watched closely, somewhat convinced by his confidence. Baekhyun made his way over to a man sitting by himself in front of the store. He was half way done with his instant ramen when the devil walked up to him.
“Park Chanyeol, would you like to make a deal?”
Baekhyun chose the weakest aura that he could find, knowing very well that a weak soul was simply the easiest target. This should be a piece of cake, he thought.
“Who the hell are you? How do you know me!?” the man stood up from his seat, frightened.
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