"And so, I became the Devil like that. Thinking back now, it was such a stupid reason for becoming the Devil. All of those.. emotions and all that." You blinked.

"That's it?" Woohyun asked, a little disappointed.

"Well, yes. I'm dead now, and I'm the Devil. Did you want to hear my life in Hell as well?" You raised an eyebrow.

Woohyun eagerly nodded, before getting smacked around the head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Woohyun whirled around to meet Myungsoo's hand.

"Don't you want to hear how I died as well? In that rate, we won't be able to hear my story." Myungsoo crossed his arms.

"Oh, right! Let's hear Myungsoo's story." Woohyun nodded.

Everyone got comfortable before Myungsoo coughed and started his story.

"I'll start from after I had calmed Minah down, and stopped her from commit suiciding.

--

Myungsoo had finally got home, and laid on his bed, *Man, that was tiring.* He immediately went to his phone, so that he could phone you. He took it out of his pocket, and clicked the power button.

Nothing came up.

He furrowed his eyebrows and tried again.

Once again, a blank screen was visible.

*Damn! No battery!* He quickly went to find his charger, and plugged it in. *I guess I'll have to sleep on it, and phone her in the morning.*

--

Myungsoo changed into his pajamas, and hopped into bed.

He read the time: 1.15am.

He sighed, *I have to make sure to explain everything to ~~~ tomorrow. Hopefully, she'll understand that it was all a misunderstanding.*

He closed his eyes and tried sleeping, but something prevented him from doing so, *Why do I feel as though something is going to happen? Why do I feel as though ~~~~ isn't going to believe me, and something will go wrong?*

He spent the whole night asking himself questions, and figuring out the best way to explain everything to you. He eventually slept after too much thinking.

--

Morning came.

The first thing Myungsoo did once he had shot out of bed, was run over to his phone, and try phoning you.

'The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.'

He furrowed his eyebrows, and tried again.

'The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.'

Determined to find you, he slipped on a pair of track suits and changed his shirt before taking his phone and sprinting out of the house.

As he arrived at your house, he saw your parents leaving for work.

"Imo! Samchoon!" He rushed over.

"Oh, Myungsoo-ah." Your dad slightly nodded. He knew that it was Myungsoo who had made his daughter how she was now.

"Is ~~~~ at home? I need to see her urgently."

"She's not at home at the moment. She went out early in the morning." Your dad replied, *I can't let this boy see ~~~~ now. That would put her in even more pain.*

"Oh. Do you know where she's gone?" Myungsoo asked.

Your mum shook her head, "She said that she was going to have a little walk around the area."

Myungsoo bowed, "Thank you." With that, he rushed off.

Your parents sighed, "I know it was wrong to tell him a lie, but we can't afford letting him see ~~~~ now. She's already in enough pain." Your dad furrowed his eyebrows before stepping into the car with your mum, and driving off to work.

Myungsoo spent the rest of the day running around town, in search of you. He carried on calling out your name, not caring about his - now - sore throat.

--

It was now 11pm, and Myungsoo had finally arrived home. He closed the front door, and fell to his knees, tears coming out of his eyes.

"Myungsoo-ah! What's wrong?!" His mum hurried over in worry.

Myungsoo threw his arms around his mum, and cried in her shoulder. "Umma, it's all my fault! None of this would have happened if I had just left her! I should have ran after her! It's all my fault!" His words came out slightly muffled, but his mum didn't hesitate to rub his back and comfort him the best she could, *What could've happened to poor Myungsoo?*

--

It was finally Monday.

Myungsoo quickly ate breakfast and kissed his mum goodbye before rushing off to school. *If I hurry to school, I'll hopefully have enough time to talk to ~~~~ before class.*

Unfortunately for Myungsoo, there were lots of people on the street that morning, slowing him down in the process. He was lucky that he wasn't late for class.

He went over tapped your shoulder. you peeped out from your bag slightly, to see Myungsoo's worried face. "~~~~-ah, listen-"

"Kim Myungsoo, please sit down so that we can start the lesson." The teacher suddenly interrupted. Without any other choice, Myungsoo sighed and walked towards his seat.

As soon as the lesson ended, you ran out of the class, so fast, that even Myungsoo couldn't go after you.

*Damn, she's avoiding me. Now what do I do?* With a sigh, Myungsoo walked out of class, dejected.

--

A week went on like that.

Myungsoo still tried to talk to you, but you'd simply run away as fast as you can into the girls' toilets - the only place that Myungsoo couldn't get to. He'd wait outside for you to come out, not caring how stupid he looked. However long he waited, once the bell went, he had no choice but to go to class. You made sure that he wasn't outside anymore before coming out and running to class.

One day at lunchtime, you were sitting outside underneath a tree with your knees brought into you.

Myungsoo spotted you, and slowly approached the tree.

"~~~~~."

You slowly looked up to see the person who you didn't even want to see again. You quickly got up and began running.

"WAI