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Give them whatever they want. It was the rule of hookers everywhere. A pleased customer was a paying customer after all. Sure, in the end, they'll leave you there feeling like s**t and just hurting. It was like that all the time. They would doll you up, buy as much fancy clothes as they could for you and then just rip it right off your skin. It was bitches like those that made Eliza skin cringe every time she had to come face to face with anyone of them. They were old, glutton and greedy men with too much money to spear. After all, a man who dared to have the audacity to buy a woman was lower than a child abuser. And for most hookers and even criminals, there was nothing lower than that. And what made them even worse, was that most of her customers were very well married men. Many of whom had wives that were expecting. It gave you quite the guilty feeling to know that you were a tool in helping someone's husband cheat. Then again, it was almost done in a good, helping way. Hopefully, those women realized what pigs their husbands were and left them as soon as they had the chance. Still, many single men ended up marrying their regular hookers. They got them off the street and into a new home. One that didn't involve having to sleep whose lives you knew nothing about. It was the dream of most of the women who shared the streets together. They would walk around and tell each other that they didn't mind the lifestyle but anyone who was on the street long enough would be able to see right through their schemes. Deep down inside, Eliza could see the hurt that they went through, the sorrow of not being able to go home everyday to a family. And worst of all, the sadness of being looked down upon by society. Day in and day out, many of the hookers that Eliza encountered would cry for their families. What was even sadder to look at was the fact that the new ones were coming in younger. It wasn't that long ago when a thirteen year old started working as a hooker too. Luckily for her, many of the other women took pity on her and decided to help her out. Now, Eliza wasn't exactly sure where she was. Hopefully, reunited with her family somewhere. Or at least, in a better place than the one where she was.

Eliza was currently in her bathroom, the door locked behind her. He body laid rigid on the floor, unable to move. Her last customer was to say the least, not the best one of them all. Of course, he had to go and demand the best of the best. And there could only be one: Eliza. It was a title that she wasn't exactly proud to hold. Then again, it did bring it high payments. One or two customers would probably be able to stabilize her apartment for the month. Still, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would have to find somewhere else to move to. The walls of her apartment were just so thin, not to mention torn. The wallpaper was slowly fading and the curtains were ripped in most places. Still, it was the best that a hooker could get. After all, who would want a neighbor who brought in a new customer every day of the week? Perhaps, the only times when she was free for the entire day would be during Christmas, Thanksgiving and any other seriously national holidays. Both New Years Eve and Day were not considered those days. Ironically, it was also the time when most men came in demanding for women to sleep with in order to 'ring in the New Years with style'. Style? It was simply laughable. As horrible as it sounded, Eliza really hoped that one day those very same dirty old a** men died of STDs. It would certainly serve them right and the world would just be rid of another horrible mess. Then again, the more dirty men were, the more money she would make.

Trying to get up slowly, she sighed loudly, rubbing her back slightly. God knew how much she hated to have that man again. Everything about him screamed douche. He was wearing pants that sagged so badly, there was hardly any need to wear it. He had countless tattoos and carried hair that looked as though it hadn't been cut in the longest on time. He forced her to do things that man of her other customers wouldn't even care about. Those kisses, oh god. They were probably by far, the worst way she had ever been violated before. Skin breaking, blood drawing kisses were placed all across her neck. Just five minutes after they started, Eliza couldn't wait for him to stop. Just like every other disgusting customer that she had, she had to fake moans for him. Thankfully, he was too caught up in it to notice that not one sound she made was by her own will. 'Thanks for stupid people', she mused silently to herself, enjoying the feeling of what it felt like to be more superior to a man who thought he was the leader of some shitty gang.

Then again, she had to be on her best behavior around people of that type. Those were the people who she could easily use to get her farther ahead in life. All she had to do was show a bit of cleavage. Maybe even supply a bit of the lower area and she would already have them crawling, begging to give her whatever information that she needed. And she would simply use that information and hand it to the police. In return, most likely around $300. it all depended on how useful every bit of information was and just how rare it was to come across. What made it even better was that many cops and officers were customers who were quick to give a payment in order for a little 'fun'. Rubbing her forehead angrily, Eliza leaned back against the cold wall. She could almost feel the titles cracking into her skin, melting it. There was nothing more that she would rather do that crawl back into the shower and wash off that disgusting man's germs and foul odor. Along with everything else that he carried and she wasn't aware of. Slipping her clothes off of her skin, Eliza shivered slightly at the touch of the cold breeze that didn't fail one bit to give her goosebumps all around her skin. The read head simply shook them off as she was well adapted to it by now. Just like she was to the stares of disgust from other women. Getting into the shower, Eliza waited no time in scrubbing herself clean. If there was one thing that made her happy about the entire day, it was that customer was just her almost last one. The other wasn't expected to come until late night. The time that most men preferred. After all, almost everyone was asleep and barely anyone would've been able to see them. leaving their reputation unharmed.

After five minutes of harsh scrubbing, Eliza decided to hop right out of the shower and into some fresh clothes. Of course, right before she did that, she couldn't help but cringe as she noticed the mark that laid on her neck. Sighing harshly, she searched in the cabinet for any sort of cream that would help her to cover up the bruises as much as she could. If there was anything customers hated, it was seeing their hoe being marked by someone else. Applying the makeup ever so gently, the girl smiled into the mirror at how marvelous the product worked. Just then, her phone beeped on the bed where she had previously tossed it. Deciding to ignore it for a while, she quickly got dressed in whatever she could find. Smiling at herself in the half see through mirror, Eliza allowed herself for a brief second to think of herself just as a regular girl. One who was just happy of her looks. One who had nothing to worry about or to have society be disgraced by you. One who Eliza realized a long time ago would never truly exist. The thought kicked in once again and the read head decided that it was just best to not bother with such fantasies. Turing around, she finally decided to pick up the phone, which simply laid there, waiting to be answered.

It didn't take her long to finally realize that it was a text from none other than Gregory. A nice lad he was. Defiantly good looking and seemed to be quite the man of morals. They had talked a bit as of lately. In fact, Eliza didn't mind his company at all. She quite liked it to be honest. To have someone who saw her more than just a hooker or a hoe that sold herself to others was certainly a change for the better. Still, she knew better than to get too involved with him. He seemed like a high class boy certainly. But that was exactly the problem. A classy boy and a hoe. Never worked out; most likely never will either. Still, he was very much quite entertaining.

To: Gregory
From: Eliza
Message: Hello handsome,
Sure thing.
Meet or collect?

ooc; sorry for the late post.
hopefully, it's enough for you to work with.

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A loud bang rattled through the room as Kang hit the man straight on his head. Then again, he should've known better. Having a lover for more than a month can cause them to think differently. he only took up the man because he saw him as someone 'fun'. And he defiantly didn't mean playground fun. No, no, of course not. The fun that he was referring to was the kind that was treacherously sweet and magical. It was the kind of treachery that could result in absolute embarrassment and humiliation. it was known as adultery. And ever week since he was married, Kang committed that same treachery over and over again. Some would say it was because of stress and others would say it was because of fear of commitment. The real reason why an Angel would so such a thing though...well, there was none. Kang didn't really have a reason why he would do that. It was just something that happened. A bad habit tat he just couldn't shake away from his body. His body...maybe that was it. His body yearned to be held, to be touched. Yes, he was married but to the male, he could never seek comfort in his husband. After all, they were merely married for the sake of being married. it wasn't even that big to be called a marriage ceremony. A couple Angels here, a couple Demons there and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hearing the man who helped in his affair wake up slightly, Kang wasted no time in attacking him again. The reason? The man expected more out of their relationship. It was one of those things that the Twenty Five year old could not grasp. He gave him a gem and he grabbed for the cave. Didn't the man know he was simply there just for the sake of being there? Kang could very well replace him without a second thought. After all, he'd been doing it for six months now. Letting out a growl, the Angel kicked his 'lover' in the stomach before grabbing all of his clothes. Just mere minutes ago, they were laying down, side by side, tired from the previous activities. 'Shame, he was quite the lover in bed', Kang's mind pouted as he looked over at the lying man. The Korean decided that it would be best if he at least tried to get himself freshen up before heading 'home' once more. Although, he never made his 'meeting' secret from his husband, he still wouldn't like the thought of having to walk home and getting into another argument with his husband over why he wasn't wearing any clothes. Sighing, Kang stared at his appearance in the mirror, fixing whatever needed to be fixed. Turning on the pipe, he placed both of his hands on the side of the sink, listening to the water running. He had made sure to lock the door, in case that idiot wanted to come in for another session. He had already over stayed his visit. Starring at the clock, Kang rolled his eyes slightly at the time. '6:30...wow Kang, you beat your previous record', he thought sarcastically to himself, watching the time tick by slowly. His poor husband would probably be asleep by now. Splashing water on his face, Kang stared at himself once more. He watched the water slip gracefully from his hair and onto his arms. What was he thinking exactly? Why the need for cheating? He was an Angel, god dammit. How come he was never able to act like one? How come his husband was much better than him? All the morals that he was taught, how come they never enforced themselves when he needed them? What the hell was the doing at another man's house at 6:30 in the morning? Everything ran through his mind at once and for the first time in six months, he felt that little pit of guilt. It was sucking him from the inside out. Yet, Kang knew better. he would regret it today and go back to doing it tomorrow. It was all just a cycle. A cycle that just seemed to pull him deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Pushing himself away from the sink, Kang unlocked the door and stepped outside. he found the man there, sitting on the bed, as though he was waiting for him all the time. "Come on, Ka baby, you don't even love him anyway", the man spoke lovingly, getting up from his position from the bed. Approaching Kang as though he was a meek deer, he finally came close enough to the boy to pull him into a hug. Despite wanting to pull away, Kang knew it was no use. protesting would get him no where and would just leave him as a hypocrite. Still, he remembered the time and pushed the man away from his body. Sensing that he wasn't going to get what he want, the man took a more violent approach. Grabbing the crook of the Korean's arm, he pulled him into for a kiss. It was hot and it was sensual. It was exactly what Kang needed to rid his mind of everything. Maybe that was why he kept him as his lover for so long. The man sure knew how to love. Still, Kang had to find the strength in him to resist. Pushing the man away, Kang raised his right arm and delivered a punch ring in his jaw. If before wasn't enough to set things off, that certainly did. "You little piece of s**t! After all I've done for you, you still have the nerve to walk back to that crap. You yourself said you don't love him. So, what's the big deal? You freaking little whore", the man cursed the entire way, while dragging Kang back to his bed. The male decided not to even put up a fight. It was already past time for him to go home so what was the rush? The man pulled Kang into another powerful kiss filled with nothing but lust. Yet, all the Korean could think of was how his husband would taste if he was ever to kiss him. Sweet, sour or just nothing? Pushing everything back into his mind, he tried to concentrate on the man in front of him.

It was quick and it was fast. No love, nothing at all. It was just there to be there. Of all the sex he ever had in his life, that was probably the worst of them all. His lower back hurt like hell and he was oh so late to get home. The man who he blamed for all of it was sleeping next to him, his arm wrapped around tightly as though he didn't want him to leave. Too bad for him though. Kang didn't belong to him. Kang wasn't married to him. No, instead the person who he was supposed to be with, he wasn't. The clock ticked and Kang sighed heavily when he read 8:30.
Two hours had passed and he was still at this dreaded man's place. He knew he was a heavy sleeper. After all, Kang had escaped so many times before. Getting dressed once again, he realized that most of his clothing were ripped apart. Especially his shirt. Damn, there was little to no way he was going to be able to explain that to his husband. Speaking of whom, Kang decided that he might as well give the man a call. If anyone thought that he was about to walk around looking as though he was a prostitute. Stepping out of the man's apartment, Kang hurriedly ran down the stairs. Too bad it was raining like hell when he got out of the apartment. Still, he rather be soaked than walk around the neighborhood with almost no clothing. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Kang sent a quick text to his husband.

To: Jeremy
From: Kang
Message: Come get me! Outside of Maula apartment.
it's freaking raining so hurry!

He assumed the message was a little bit haste and harsh but hey, he needed to get out of the rain. And away from that dirty a*****e. Finding a bit of dryness to hide form the rain in, Kang waited impatiently for his darling little 'husband' to come and collect him. For everyone who passed him with a look of disgust and sometimes pity, he gave them a glare in return. Whoever mistook him for a whore was completely out of their mind. Then again, he was wearing ripped clothing and he was standing in the rain all alone.

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Kang stood under the soaking rain, wondering when the hell his so called 'husband' was going to put himself to use and come pick him up. he hardly ever asked the man for anything! Besides some space and his own free choice, he hardly ever requested the man to give him anything. Maybe it was mostly because he didn't exactly talk to Jeremy at all and every time he did, it resulted in nothing but an argument with one of them storming off. That one would always end up being Kang. It would be quite the shocker to see the roles being reversed. Though the Angel knew that would never happen. Jeremy, despite being a demon, probably didn't and would never have it in him to seek another partner. Hell, if he wasn't part of hell, Kang would've certainly mistaken him for an Angel. Then again, one of the things that made Kang certain that Jeremy was a demon were his eyes. Ever since they first met, the male had always been captivated by the eyes of his demon partner. They flashed so gracefully and were an unusual color to say the least. His eyes were brown according to most people. But despite that, Kang never knew why he always saw a somewhat flash of red between them. Maybe it was his imagination or maybe it was real. Either way, he would probably never find out. After all, he was never close enough to Jeremy to even see the shape of his face correctly. Maybe it was sorta his fault but oh well. What happened had to happened. No need to complain over it.

He stilled remembered what happened a few hours ago. Or was it minutes? Either way, the pain was still fresh. His lower back was burning the hell out of him and the Angel had to wonder how the hell he could still stand so straight. That ******** man! If Kang hadn't vow not to step foot in that apartment ever again, he would've gladly burned everything down there. Maybe if he could concentrate most of his light, it could possibly and hopefully create fire. The perfect thing that Kang needed. And how dare that man haul him so roughly around? Grumbling to himself, Kang began rubbing his arm where it was starting to get a slight bruise. 'That bloody a*****e'. If Kang ever saw him again, he wouldn't hesitate to rip the man apart limb by limb. No one insulted and ruined Kang Dae Park's pride and possibly get away with it. He could feel his stomach going sour and knew he needed to stop thinking about such things fast. Otherwise, he would surely spill everything that he had digested before he came.

Sighing, Kang rubbed his hands over his face. He simple could not recall a time when he had ever felt so close to being sick. Maybe twas the rain doing all of this to his body. Still, he was an Angel. He wasn't supposed to be affected by rain so easily. After all, one of his powers were associated with water. So, how could this possibly be happening to him. 'Could be stress...or too much freaking cheating!', his mind screamed at him. Well, he knew one thing for sure. it defiantly wasn't the second one. After all, who ever heard of a man getting sick because of too much sex? Come to think of it, maybe it was possible. Still, he was an Angel. His body should be designed to handle conditions that were harmful to humans. Or maybe, perhaps just maybe he was losing his Angel powers. Maybe there just was a slight chance that for every cheating that he committed, his powers were reduced little by little. In that case, sooner or later, he would be left with nothing inside of him. Just the thought of that ever trying to happen brought a huge rock to collapse in his stomach. No, he was not going to let that happen. He couldn't possibly lose his powers. Not after he had learned to survive with them.

The twenty give year old male was instantly snapped out of his thoughts once he heard someone spit on the floor right in front of his feet. Glaring up, Kang saw a hideous looking woman staring right back at him, her lips thick and too fake to even be hers anymore. Her dress was even worse than Kang's and he wasn't even that fully dress! She defiantly looked like one of those 'quick to judge' idiots. If only this wreathed woman knew that she had just spat on an Angel. Looking around, he barely saw his husband approaching. 'About damn time. What took him so long?', he thought angrily to himself. Of course, the more he thought, the more his head started the hurt. The Korean pushed himself away from the almost crumpled down wall and decided to head straight to the vehicle. Of course, he made sure to push right past the woman. Not being too pleased with this, she spat once again and Kang had to wonder if she ever swallowed anything in her life. He would've kept going to the car if he wasn't for the fact that she spat on his shoes. Turning around furiously, Kang barely had time to remind himself that she was woman.

And even a person like him had their morals. One of them just so happened that he couldn't lay a hand on a woman to abuse her. of course, he did have one and only one exception to that. And that was if any woman in their right mind ever tried to get it on with his husband. Of course, Kang knew he most likely wouldn't have to worry about that happening. Still, he didn't let the woman get of that easily. "You filthy a** whore! No wonder you're all alone. Piece of s**t! You'll never be able to find a man! You hear me? No one would ever want a dirty ******** like you!", he shouted at the woman, the words falling out of his lips before he could even stop them. Still, he didn't even regret it. Instead, he smirked at the woman and skipped off into his husband's car.

Once inside, he grinned mischievously at his life partner. it was then that his previous thought hit him right in the gut. Maybe cheating was causing him to lose some of his powers. If that was the case, there was only one way to find out. Feeling like a damn virgin again, Kang reached over and slightly brushed his lips against those of his husband. never before had he felt his heart raced as fast as it did. Not even with all his other affairs. Pulling away before he could feel anything else, the Korean leaned back against the seat, sighing loudly; his body, still soaked from the rain outside. Still, none of it bother him. After all, he was going home and from there on, he could take a wonderful nap.

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Kang sighed on the bed as he tried to get his husband's attention. The man's nonchalant tone and structure was defiantly making him furious and even more anxious by the minute. Finally, jeremy turned around and the Korean felt as though he would be a little more relieved. However, none of that happened. Instead, he felt even more anger being built up inside of him. Did his husband really believe that he could get high? Actually, even he himself believed that he could get high easily. And it was certainly no shame that his own husband would allow such a thought to cross his mind. Instead of back lashing the slightly older male, Kang instead simply sat there, thinking once again. Obviously, the man wouldn't be that stupid to fall for something so quickly. Then again, Kang had hardly given him anything to use to trust him. He cheated, stayed out late and hardly paid attention to the man who he was married to for the past six months. Surly, Jeremy wasn't that much of an idiot. But, even if he was, Kang didn't have a problem with that. He didn't need a smart husband; he just needed to prove that he had a stable relationship. Maybe then, the heavens would finally leave him alone. By the time Jeremy hopped into the shower to the time he got out and left, Kang was still in deep thought. Everyone knew that Jeremy was a demon. Maybe it wasn't clear at first but once you dug deeper, anyone would figure it out. After all, who else would enjoy feasting on people's souls? A demon of course. The more Kang thought about it, the more cracked his thoughts became. If Jeremy was a demon, that meant that he must have some flaws. And flaws were good. 'Yupp, flaws are good. Defiantly good', Kang thought to himself, the thoughts were floating through his mind at lightening speed.

As soon as the heard the door close, Kang finally decided to get out of the bed. Walking towards a small cabinet near the TV stand, Kang dug into the drawer until he finally found what he was looking for. Along with the file, he pulled out a bottle of wine that he kept next to him as he sat back down on the sofa that was previously occupied by the same person not too long ago. Now, Kang poured some of the liquor down his body as he opened the file. On the front of the file were the words, "Jeremy Quinn" printed in bold print. Right before their marriage, the younger lad had made sure to get a copy of everything that possibly existed on the man he was soon to be married to. He had briefly gone over the file a couple days before and after their marriage and had placed it away ever since then, never bothering with the little details. However, now he was thankful that he never had time to return. Flipping through the page, Kang scanned the folder for anything that could tell him where his husband worked. it was truly be humiliating if he ever had to ask his own husband where he worked. Finally finding the address, Kang quickly tried to memorize it as best as he could.

Rushing back into his room as fast as he could, Kang grabbed any clothes that hopefully would be able to clash with each other in the perfect complexion. Slipping on his wedding ring along with some other jewelery, the Korean was ready to go find his lover. Driving for around ten minutes, the boy realized that he would much rather take the bus or simply walk. Waiting in traffic was something he would defiantly not ever do again. Maybe that was why he never enjoyed using his car. Then again, he had to use it every once in a while. Otherwise, the engine along with the other parts would just be filled with nothing but dust and it would all be nothing more than a waste of money. Finally, the boy almost cried for joy as he found the place he was looking first. It was then he realized that staying home would probably have been the best thing to do. In his opinion, the building was humongous! Twirling his wedding finger around his hand, the Korean finally decided to head into the building. Looking around, he gasped slowly as he took in the scenery. The more he looked, the more he wondered why he never followed his husband to work before. 'Maybe because you were never this psychotic before', his mind told him and he didn't have to think twice to realize that it was true. Walking up to the receptionist at the counter, Kang showed her whatever she needed to see and told her exactly who he wanted the see. The woman eyes him as though he was crazy but Kang figured she was either jealous or homophobic. He wanted to smack her right across her face or at least do anything to stop starring at him. Finally, the woman snapped out of her hopeless thoughts and gave him the information that he needed to get where he wanted to go.

It didn't take that long for the twenty five year old to notice his husband. Of course, he also noticed something that was bound to set him off on fire. next to the bloody man that he married was some other b***h, practically slapping her chest onto his desk. Kang wasted no time in finding out who the woman was. Instead, he simply decided to approach her. if his husband was ever to run off with some other woman, what good would that do him if he knew her name? grabbing the woman's shoulders tightly in his grip, Kang spun her around and pushed her. Just because he couldn't hit women didn't mean that he couldn't push them. Glaring at the woman, he could pretty much feel all of his anger ready to be released. With little self control left inside of him, which was mostly due to the wine that he had before, Kang just decided to let it all out. 'You bloody whore! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you see this goddamn ring?", he shouted at her, lifting his finger out and sticking it right in her face. "Do you know what this ring is? It's a ******** wedding ring? Do you know what that it, you filthy rat?", he questioned her, his voice almost dangerously calm. He couldn't afford to have another outburst and cause his husband, his job. "Keep your rotten arms and plastic body away from my husband or else, I will hurt you so badly. I will rip you apart limb by limb and I will make sure that you never have sex in your miserable life", he whispered to her, every syllable even more harsh than the previous. Seeing that the woman wasn't ready to believe him so easily, Kang turned to his husband. Grabbing Jeremy by his face, Kang crushed their lips together. If that didn't give the woman the damn hint, then Kang doubted that even a lap dance in the middle of work would. Watching the ******** woman finally get the message and walking away, Kang pulled himself away from his husband. "Don't you ever know how to say no? Especially to skanks like that?", he asked, eying the woman with disgust.

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Kang couldn't believe the nerve of his supposed innocent husband. At first the Korean thought that Jeremy didn't care about his cheating simply because he didn't care about their marriage. And if that was the case, what was the freaking reason for wearing their wedding ring? Did that Demon really think that by wearing something like that, it could save their relationship? Even Kang knew better than that. A wedding ring was simply just that. A ring. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. It didn't matter how much money he put into it or how long they spent reciting vows over that worthless piece of crap. The bottom line was simple. What was the need of doing vows and inviting people if you weren't even going to go through with them? If Kang could've had his way, he would have had the wedding in a quiet place, perhaps somewhere on Earth. Then again, if the Angel could have his way, he wouldn't even have wanted the marriage to take place. It was all a freaking waste of time. Here he was, trying to place some of the pieces of their marriage together and what did he find out? That his husband was pretty much stuffing his face in the breasts of some other woman. And yet, he was the one sitting there, receiving the blame for everything. Everyone thought it was him who was ruining their marriage and it was him who didn't give a s**t if they were separated or not. Well now, Kang was going to make sure that everything was settled. It takes two to make a marriage and it also takes two to make one collapse. And having four people in a marriage now was just too damn crowded. Well actually, that would only be three people. After all, Kang had broken it off with his sex fiend not too long ago. The man just didn't know when and when not to step over boundaries. Maybe that was why he could only get married people.

And what the ******** was up with asking that b***h to be excused? Who the hell was she and what made her so damn important? Why did his husband had to ask that dumb whore to be excused? What was this nonsense? Was jeremy some kind of classy cheater? Did he treat his hookers better than he treated his own husband? The thought of that alone was enough to send Kang into another fit of rage. Here he was, thinking that his husband would be more than happy to see him. But, in just the matter of a couple minutes, the Korean was proven wrong. He almost felt pity for the Demon too. The Angel believed that he was hurting his husband and that alone was enough to make him consider dumping his sex friend. Well, that and some unauthorized sex. But it still meant the same thing. Jeremy expected his husband to be committed to him but yet he was hitting it up with another person. The worst part? It was a freaking woman who he was banging up all day at work. Maybe that was why the twenty six year old ignored Kang's comment and suggestion of adoption. Perhaps the a*****e had already rented that bag of plastic's womb. Ha, that was probably it. Paying child support for two damn kids was certainly going to be a lot of stress of the Demon. But Kang knew that Jeremy wouldn't mind at all. After all, he would be able to avoid his husband and it would give him plenty of time to ******** that whore in every and any way he knew.

Hearing the door slam shut, Kang threw a quick and hopefully deadly glare at his husband. 'The nerve of this pig', he thought to himself as he huffed angrily. Who the hell did Jeremy think he was talking to? Did he really think that just because he claimed to be committed made him an angel? If so, then the lad was even more stupid than Kang made him out to be. Seriously, commitment wasn't the only thing that made people Angels. There was truth, patience, love selflessness and many more things that the Demon probably wouldn't even know the definitions of. Hearing the Demon actually curse at him made Kang want to do one of two things, The first would be roll his eyes at the nerve of Jeremy. Seriously, did he honestly believe that Kang was that much of a slut? Sure he had his moments of fooling around but that didn't mean that he was hitting up some guy twenty four seven. The second thing he wanted to do was just to severely punch the heck or whatever was in his body right out of him. Instead of doing the best thing that he could have ever done at the moment, Kang simply settled for rolling his eyes. And what the hell was jeremy complaining about a kiss for? "I'm sorry for wanting to kiss my own husband. Or maybe you had gotten enough of that from your baby mama?" , he questioned, his eyes flaring with anger. he was sure that if he ever found out that that Jazzy girl or whatever her name was ended up being pregnant, he would murder the both of them. Seriously though! How long did they think they could go on with their affair without Kang finding out? "At least when I cheat, you know about it!", Kang lashed out against his husband. Hearing that the skank was apparently Jeremy's boss' daughter didn't help the younger male to calm down one bit. In fact, it made his ferocity rise even more. So, the a** was now sleeping with the chick for the money and fame? No wonder he was rising so quickly through the ranks. And yet he had the nerve to complain about the amount of work that he had.

The Angel decided not to say anything against his 'dearly beloved' Demon fiend. Of course, once the man almost implied that he had no reason to care if Kang stayed by his side or not, the twenty five year old realized that he wasn't just going to sit there and act as though everything was perfectly fine. "First and foremost, I don't give a s**t who that skank is. All I know is that there was someone rubbing against my husband and I don't quite enjoy looking at that. But, it seems that you very much do", Kang sneered towards the male. "in a way, I almost feel bad for the poor thing. She's being led on by a worthless shithead. No wonder the girl has so many fantasies. Say, how many of them have you fulfilled by now?", the boy accused, bracing against the wall. it was times like these when he really wished he could just lite himself up one heck of a cigarette. But since he wasn't sure if it was a smoking area or not, Kang simply decided to shut his mouth and hope for the best. Besides, the wine he had earlier hadn't completely left his body by now. Dropping himself onto the floor, the male didn't even care anymore if he got arrested. Pulling out a packet of cigarette, the male covered his hand over the cancer stick, lighting the flame. He didn't even need a lighter to do for him. After all, he did know how to manipulate light.

Taking one long drag of the cigarette, the Angel threw his head back against the wall, huffing out the smoke. Funny how something as deadly as that could make him feel so relaxed. Of course, it was only deadly towards mortals. Something that Kang defiantly wasn't. His body was more strong and able to adapt to the smoke. What can kill a human in a matter of moths would take centuries just to have a small impact on his body. 'You know something?", Kang asked, his voice much more calmer than it was before. He looked up slightly at Jeremy but didn't bother to wait long for an answer. 'Doesn't matter; I'll tell you anyways. I hate women", the lad spoke softly. he felt a weird feeling building up inside of him. It was something that he never really felt before. What was it? He almost felt empty, almost lonely. Yet, all he could do was take a drag of his cigarette. "They walk around without a care in the world. And you know what the worst part about them is? They can get pregnant. They can experience what it's like to carry a child inside of them. And what do I have? Nothing much really. My only hope of ever being close to having a child is if some heartless slut decides to give hers away", he continued, not necessarily caring at that point if the Demon was listening to him or not. All he knew was that he was loose tongued and what had to be said was being said. He wouldn't take his words back. There was no reason to. He wasn't going to be like his husband. He wasn't going to allow people to run over him so easily. "That's why you like her right? What's her name? Jazzy, Jasmi..jackass", he chuckled to himself as he twirled the cancer tick around his fingers.

Kang never imagined that he would be in such a predicament before. His parents never talked their problems over. So, what the hell was he doing talking about his? Especially to a man that was full of lies. Even though the demon said one thing, Kang couldn't find it inside of himself to believe him. 'Is this how he feels?', he thought to himself. Did Jeremy really feel this lonely and empty every time Kang ran off with another male. The male couldn't help but snicker at the thought. Of course he wouldn't. Jeremy was probably out with his jackass of a mistress. They were probably celebrating his new raise or some other crap like that. Turning his head, Kang studied the face of the man he married. He almost felt pity for him. The poor man was being torn between two people and couldn't possibly make up his mind. The Angel fully well knew that he was bisexual and that, in some weird way, scared him. Even if he was married to a male, that didn't exclude Jeremy from having feelings for a female. It was all too much for the Korean to take as he once again puffed out smoke from his cigarette. "So what if you have a ring? I got one too", Kang stated, holding up his own ring finger. 'A ring doesn't mean anything Jer Jer. It just means that you have someone waiting for you at home. Nothing more and nothing less. And besides, that ring didn't keep that girl away from you", Kang mused. This was probably the longest talk they ever had at all during their married years.

Looking at the time, Kang sighed. He had hardly gotten any sleep and he was already high and drunk. A very bad and unhealthy way to start off any day. "My god Jeremy, you really are one dumb b***h", Kang softly whispered more to himself than to the other person in the room. It was quite a shocker really. The Demon was just too innocent and gullible for his own good. it was quite a shame to be honest, Here was Jeremy, a Demon who very well happened to act like such an Angel. And then there was Kang, who despite being an Angel was chastised as a Demon. Of course, their relationship was doomed to fail from the beginning. So what the hell was Kang holding on to? False hope was not going to get him anywhere at all. 'What about a divorce?', the Angel suggested suddenly. Even to him, the words sound so foreign. It was most defiantly uncommon for an Angel to ever get a divorce. Then again, it was also uncommon for a Demon to be married to a Angel. Taking one last drag of his cigarette, the male stood up slowly. Sliding the ring right off his finger, Kang starred at the outline that it managed to made despite him hardly ever wearing it at all. Once in front of the demon, Kang extended his hand with the ring inside of his palm. "You want your life to be easier? Well...here's your chance", the twenty five year old commented, waiting for an answer.

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Wild and messy chocolate brown hair stirred silently under the soft cloud that some often called a sheet. The owner, Oh Jong-Min was currently experiencing the signs of what it felt like to hardly have enough hours of sleep. Maybe, going to bed late wasn't such a good idea after all. His energy was way more important than his grades. Well, not really. Only in some cases. Stretching his hands above his head, Jong-min gasped harshly as he felt himself pull a vein inside of his body. "Babo pal", he muttered angrily under his breath, rubbing his arm harshly. Pulling the sheet off of his body, Jong-min rubbed his face with his palms trying to wipe out any signs of tiredness. Just then, he felt a tug against his leg. Startled, the boy looked down, coming face to face with a Colorpoint Persian cat by the name of Hamza. Picking the feline up, Jong-Min laid the creature down in his lap, allowing the cat to purr and snuggle into Jojo's body. The young Gryffindor would've been more than happy to keep the feline within his lap. Sadly, it was about time that he headed for breakfast. Lifting the cat up, Jojo groaned as the fur ball tried to fight back, almost scratching the side of Jojo's face. Thankfully, he moved away in time before his pride and joy would've been destroyed.

Exiting the room, Jojo went through his daily routine of freshening himself up. It was the same thing everyday and he knew very well what would happened. Not only would he have to walk around with bad hygiene but he would not be able to tolerate the looks that people would give him. Feeling a shiver tickle up his body from the mere thought of that happening, Jojo threw on a mixture of whatever casual clothes he could find laying around, getting ready to leave. However, he stopped himself once he realized that his hair still had to be fixed. Sighing heavily, Jojo grabbed his wand and pointed it at a comb, which lay on the other side of the room. "Accio comb", he declared, allowing the object to float towards him. Grinning as he grabbed the object in his hand, Ohjo hummed softly to himself, trying to find a look that would be pleasing to not only him but to others as well. Especially a certain Slytherin that he had his eyes on. Shaking the thought out of his head, Ohjo smiled at his reflection. Feeling a purr against his leg once more, Jojo chuckled at Hamza, picking the attention seeker up and plopping both of them down on the bed. Sure, breakfast was considered a very important meal but hey. When a cat needs love, you gotta give the cat love. After all, Hamza was one of his most beloved pets. If it wasn't for Hamza, Jojo would've still been stuck with a dumb frog that sounded as though it was hoarse most of the time. Ohjo shuddered at the thought of that creature ever coming back into his dorm.

A peck on the back of his neck startled the prefect out of his wits and he couldn't help for squeeze Hamza for dear mercy. The cat, of course, didn't seem to appreciate the action and hissed at its owner. Turning out, Jong-min sighed happily once he realized just who was behind him. A pair of huge brown eyes starred back at him and by the look of his feathers, Jojo assumed that it seemed as though Neto went out for his daily routine once again. Petting the Philippine Scops Owl gently, Jojo opened the cage that the bird would usually sleep or rest in whenever it wasn't out being a busy body. Patting Neto's head once more, he allowed the bird to climb into the cage, closing the door gently on the bird. Hamza followed him closely but moved away when he realized that it was about time his owner headed for the Great Hall. He allowed himself to be picked up and curled up on the bed.

Looking over at his pets once more, Jojo stuffed his wand into his pocket and headed for the Great Hall. Hopefully, he would be able to find a seat around the people that he could stand. Speaking of people, Jojo stopped in his tracks when he overheard two third years talking about a dance that was supposed to be taking place. 'I suppose it would be worthwhile going to this dance', he quietly mused to himself, cruising down the hallway, while trying to avoid being bumped into by both older and younger children. He allowed his thoughts to slightly drift away to the dance that was soon to come. If he wasn't mistaken, there were even talks about an after party taking place. One that would be a little more...bold for the lack of a better word. He contemplated attending or simply staying home attending to a needy Hamza and a stoic Neto. Before he could go further into his thought process, Jojo felt himself being shoved to the side like a rag doll by what looked like one of those Hogwarts Jocks. Ohjo shot the seemingly cocky boy a quick glare before rushing off with even greater speed in order to ensure that he wasn't ruffled up anymore than necessary. One time was more than enough for the entire day.

Finally arriving through the doors that led Great Hall, Jojo allowed a breath of relief to course through his lips. "Hey! Look guys. Another gaytard decided to grace up with his presence", yelled a boy who appeared to be in his fifth year of schooling. Gritting his teeth harshly, Jojo spun around and grabbed the kid by his collar. If it wasn't for the fact that the Great Hall was so crowded, Ohjo would've been well on his way on casting a hex upon the boy and his good for nothing friends. "Listen, you michin keseki, Nu choogle lea?", he questioned, loving the confused glare that the boy shot at him. Oh, how dreadfully wonderful it was to be bilingual. Letting go of the boy's collar, Jong-min proceeded to find someone that would take up his interest until breakfast was over. Spotting a mixture of brown and black hair, Ohjo allowed a small smirk to grace upon his lips before hopping like a rabbit over to the Slytherin duo. "Well, if it isn't my two favorite Slytherins. You two gentlemen look rather dashingly happy on this wonderful morning", he grinned brightly, from ear to ear at James and Samuel. Despite having a semi hatred for both of the males, they would simply have to do until it was time for him to leave.



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...michin keseki, Nu choogle lea? - ...crazy b***h. Do you wanna die?
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It was the perfect blend of cool and hot. The perfect mixture of loneliness and comfort. It was also the wonderful combination of sanity and insanity. There was softness and roughness yet there was never any signs of forcefulness. It was the perfect getaway, to rid one self of all the chaos and havoc that the world had to offer. Not many people could understand the feeling yet so many yearned for it. Even for a slight touch, it would all be worth it in the end. There was nothing more pleasurable and satisfying than knowing that you were once again alive. The heat in your body, the intense pounding of your heart beat. All of that made you well aware that yes, indeed, you were still living. A great feeling it was. You can always forget what a person did to you but it is very rare to forget the feeling that they left behind. Even the slightest of emotion of worth holding onto. To Park Jae-hwa, that one emotion was known as love. Love for a person who he spent only a mere night with. People thought he was insane. He was at rock bottom or he had no where to turn to. That's what they all would say. Even in his sleep, he would hear them. Muttering their nonsense inside of his ears, desperately trying to throw him back into insanity. Yet, he would not go. They could do whatever they wanted to, he refused to go. He would desperately try to dodge every attempt that they made to put his mind back into havoc. His only hope was that one day he would see that man once more. Then, when that time came, he would feel the comfort that he was seeking for so long. No one or no thing could ever give him as much warmth as much as that one person did. All he had with him was one night of pure pleasure and the burning sensation that would forever linger on his body. Many times, he would dream, in total bliss of what would happen if he was ever to see this tender and strange man once more. Would he be just as happy as Jae-hwa was? Would he still be just as attractive and welcome him with arms open wide? Of course, he would. At least, that's what Jae-hwa told himself. Every time, his dreams decided to go astray and into nightmare land, Jae-hwa would force himself to wake up. He refused to accept that the man could've forgotten about it. It simply couldn't be. No one could ever forget such a night.

Shooting up from his bed, Jae-hwa growled softly to himself, his hand curled into fists and they harshly gripped onto the sheets around him. 'Damn you, Olivier Cooper', he declared mentally, feeling his nails digging into the palm of his skin. The only thing he managed to get out of that night was a mere name but it was just enough to haunt his thoughts day and night, no matter where he was. Sure, he tried many relationships after that. They just never seemed to work out. In the end, he simply gave up. His family were worried for him though. Then again, if he thought he was going to simply dream about some strange man that his family had never heard of or met and expected to get away, he would be the one who should be worried. At least, his family cared enough about him to question his state of mind. Though, it started to become annoying after the appointments to therapists were made. All the hassle left the boy with no choice but to move out. It wasn't hard to find an apartment. They were everywhere, caving in on him like valleys of concrete. The hard part was finding an apartment that would be cheap and safe for him to live in. He had no choice but to resort to his parents for a little bit of money, or more like a lot of money, to be able to afford the apartment of his choice. It wasn't luxurious like people would think. Still, it wasn't as run down as the apartments that were next to him. Sure, it needed a little work here and there. There would often be little water droplets leaking from the roof when it rained but now, it was pretty much normal. As long as mold didn't disrupt his home, it was the closest to luxury that he could feel. Often, he would sit on the plain floor and wonder what dear Olivier would be up to. What kind of house did he live in? Was he rich enough to afford those well painted and pleasing to the eye type of houses? Or, was he living in the same or perhaps even worse conditions similar to Jae-hwa's? Questions about question filled his mind and how bittersweet it would be if he could just get answers to those questions.

Throwing the sheets off of his body, Jae-hwa decided that it was about time he lifted himself up and got ready for work. He was about to start college , after all and he needed money wherever he could get it. His parents could only help him get past for so long. With the amount of money that they had, it would only be able to pay for three years of college, not counting the textbooks that he himself had to take care of. Still, he managed to find some way to be able to get by. It was certainly hell indeed to find a new job. Not only was he forced to dye his hair back from shocking blond to a more 'neutral' color but he also had to put up with nosy employers questioning why in the world was he living by himself when he could've very well still bunked with his parents. Thankfully, his new workplace,a quaint coffee didn't ask him none of those questions. All they requested from him was that he got started working the very next day. it was a hassle, especially with all the annoying workers that he had to deal with but the paycheck every week kept him going further and further. At this point, he had learned just how to properly take care of his money. Still, he knew he would have to get another job soon enough. Working at a coffee shop wasn't going to get him through life so easily. Living in a dorm was completely out of the question too.

Heading into the shower, Jae-hwa cleaned himself up before wandering around his apartment, picking up any pair of clothes that he could find. Closing the curtains gently in order to avoid them falling down on something, Jae-hwa turned around to grab his sneakers and headed out for work. He had no idea how long he carried those sneakers with him. Still, they did him good and was worth the money he paid for them. Sure, there was a little dust here and there but that didn't stop them from being there and protecting his feet from the harshness that was the ground. He never really understood why people wasted so much money for something that they were only going to use for show.

Once he entered the coffee shop, he received a glare from the manager who was currently behind the counter serving a chubby fellow in faded jeans and a dirt stained shirt. The manager looked utterly disgusted but that was just his way. Jae-hwa was never able to understand why such a man would want to open a coffee shop in a place where hardly anyone could afford a car unless it was stolen. Perhaps he just saw easy customers or easy people. Jae-hwa continued to muse to himself silently as he watched his manager's eyes linger of a table filled with young girls. 'So, that's what you stayed back for', he chuckled softly to himself, going behind the counter to start his job for the day. "You're late", a voice stated behind him. Turning around slightly, Jae-hwa realized his manager was standing behind him, anger radiating off of him. if he was there, then who was managing the counter? Jae-hwa didn't have enough time to think to answer the question before his boss spoke up again. "Next time it happens, you're outta here and probably onto the streets where you belong", he spat at the younger boy. Once again, the South Korean never got why he hated the people there and yet chose to do nothing about it. Nodding his head in understanding, he ducked past his boss and took over the register for any further costumer. Since his boss took care of all of them, Jae-hwa was able to do his most favorite activity of the entire day: daydreaming. As he laid his head against the palm of his hand, his eyes wandered to a little piece of red string causally laying in the floor. His mind instantly wandered back to a Chinese myth that his grandmother would often tell him. 'An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.' Jae-hwa simply couldn't contain the grinned that graced his lips and stretched from ear to ear as he thought about the myth. What if him and the 'man of the night' were tired by a string? Jae-hwa couldn't resit the giddy feeling that was building up inside of him. However, that all went away when a little girl stepped onto the string, dirtying it with her mud stained shoes. "Rude piece of crap", he muttered under his breath as he watched the girl run away towards her mom.



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A tiny purr and a scratch to the face of the sleeping Hufflepuff manged to make him fall right out of his wonderful dream world. In there, there was no worries and no ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who couldn't teach even if his life depended on it. Then again, it could've been the boy's fault that he wasn't able to pay attention but that was all besides the point. No matter what happened, he would always blame his DADA professor. Once again, the sixteen year old Korean felt the kitty punch of his ragdoll cat hit his face once more. "Okay, okay, I got it. I'm getting up. Just stop with the punches", he whined in Korean, rubbing his cheek for emphasis. Pouting at the furry green-eyed cat, Paek Jung lifted her off of his bed, laying her down on the floor and watched her run away to probably hunt for any mice that might be running around in the castle. Coming in through the windows were the bright light from the ravishing sun and it was through there that Jung realized that he was going to be more than late for DADA class unless he managed to find someway to hurry up. He quickly threw the warm covers off of his body, before landing his feet on the ground. The cold air was not something that he was really ready for and his only reaction was to quickly sit back down onto his bed. As fast as he possibly could, Jung reached forward to grab some bed warmers.

After what seemed to be five minutes, the boy no longer felt himself being chilled to the bone and tossed the bed warmers away, hoping that someone else would eventually find them and put them back in their right place. Getting himself cleaned up, Jung tried his best to smooth his hair down to keep it from sticking out in all different places. His robes were given a run through by his fingers to make sure that they were absolutely perfect for his class activities. The boy just simply couldn't help it. if it could be done, then it should be done. Otherwise, it would all be nothing more than just a waste. Smirking slightly while still starring at himself in the mirror, Jung focused as best as he could and gleamed happily as he watched his eyes change from their usual brown color to a more greenish grey, just like his cat, Jovan. The young Metamorphagus couldn't help the chuckle that exited his lips as he thought about how his pet was given that name in the first place. When he first got the cat, he didn't know what to name it. At first, he wanted something simple and possibly usual. He even went to lengths where he read books on cat names. It wasn't until he saw the ragdoll chasing after a mouse just like a predator and his prey that he decided to name the creature Jovan, meaning warrior. Sometimes, the cat really did live up to his name.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a harsh meow shook him out of his thoughts and he turned his attention back to the cat who staggered back slightly and began hissing. It was unknown to the boy as to why his beloved companion was having such a rude reaction to him until he realized his previous transformation. With a large grin plastered onto his place, the Korean scooped up his faithful pet into his arms, petting the fur softly. "You're a really good observer, aren't you? Too bad you couldn't even realize your own owner", he spoke, mocking the cat. The ragdoll hissed in reply and out of the sheer fun of it, Jung playfully hissed right back at him before dropping the cat back down. Picking up his glasses, he figured that he might as well be off for DADA class already.

As he walked through the hallway, the boy had to avoid being bumped into by many of the other students rushing to get to their respectable places. Despite being in his sixth year, Jung's short height served to be nothing more than a disadvantage for him as he would often be mistaken for a third or fourth year. Many of those who knew him or at least knew what his facial features were starred at his trying to figure out just what exactly what different than the previously Jung that they knew. Some recognized his eyes while others didn't. For those who didn't, Jung just couldn't help a chuckle at their bewilderment. Then, there were those who were less than nice to him, mainly due to his open sexuality. As he passed by what appeared to be a group of fifth years, the boy caught a whispered, "Gaytard" from under the lips of what appeared to be the leader of the group. He wanted to do nothing more than retaliate to the hideous comment but decided against it for he was more than certain that one of his hexes just might end up backfiring and hurting him instead of it's designated target.

Once he finally arrived to his class, he regretted doing so with a passion. Everything was so out of order and the boy was hardly able to focus on anything. As he walked into the class, Jung spotted one of his friends, Casey, and decided that it would be good to sit next to him. After all, the boy was an excellent student when it came to dealing with spells like those. "Hello there", he whispered for some strange reason to the boy next to him, waving slightly. Still, that didn't stop a student behind him to ask him to shut his mouth. Figuring that it certainly would be the best thing to do, Jung did as he was told. Once their professor directed them to preform a non-verbal spell, Jung groaned slightly to himself. He was just about to start casting his spell when the smell of smoke reached his nose and the sparked of fire blasted in his ear. it hardly took anytime for him to realize where the spell came from. He was even more taken aback at a spark hit the drawing that Casey was working on. 'Well, so much for practicing that spell', Jung thought to himself, though he couldn't help but desire to do the spell. Taking a deep breath, Jung preformed the hand movements as he often saw many of the other experienced students did but it didn't quite go out exactly as he had planned. Instead, all the spell did was spark creating a tiny flame that left him fingernails to be a horrible ashy color. Turning towards Casey, the Hufflepuff huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Easy for you to say, you're bound to get a perfect score in this class. If I'm lucky, I'll get a T", he replied, accepting the horrible fate that awaited him.

Once the class ended, Jung made sure that he was one of the first people to exit as he would hate to stay and have his DADA professor lecture him on how he couldn't possibly be that horrible and it was all within him, whatever that meant. Walking outside of the classroom, Jung spotted Casey waiting for him. Approaching the boy with a mischievous smirk, the boy focused just like he did when he was facing the mirror and somehow managed to transform his hair to be almost the same color as Casey. The only problem was that there was still lingering highlights of his own hair but it would have to do for the moment. "See? I'm getting good, aren't I? Who needs to be outstanding in DADA when you can be a Metamorphagus?", he exclaimed happily, a joyful grin written all over his face.

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He could almost smell the horrid stench that came from the body of the snake that laid in front of him. As Apollo, he knew it was his duty to kill Python once and for all. After all the troubles that the horrid creature put his mother through her birth, he felt no more remorse for the snake even if was Gaia herself who gave Python his role. Apollo respected the woman, he really did but the creature went completely out of line by daring to pursue his mother during her pregnancy. No one in their right mind would dare try to hurt the bearer of a god. he could briefly remember the first and last time that he would ever have to slay the snake. Apollo was given the oracle at Delphoi and he was not going to get that disgusting creature take his place. Arrow after arrow, Apollo finally brought the python down, not only claiming the shrine but also avenging his mother

Stirring slightly in his sleep, In-su tried desperately to go back into sleep where he would be all alone and away from everyone else that he hated. Also, it would give him a good time to recall most of his memories like the one he just did. Funny how they were still coming back to him although it had been five years already since he first started to regain his memories of his god. Perhaps, it was just Apollo's way of being remembered rather than forgotten. If that so be the case, the god could at least try to make the headaches go away from having In-su remember all of that. Gods really were full of themselves when they wanted to be. It was not appeasing in the least. Instead, it just caused In-su to get more and more annoyed. Still, he could always forgive Apollo later whenever his powers came to good use. Light manipulation was always something that he was proud of having though he wasn't fully able to master everything that came along with it. Hopefully, as his age progressed, Apollo would be nice enough to help him figure out to use everything that he was given.

Turning his head to the side, In-su starred briefly at his alarm clock reading 9:05 am on the clock. If it was up to him, In-su would've wanted nothing more than to sleep in late and never have to wake up or bother with anyone or anything. Still, he knew he had to. His parents did not give up everything and leave South Korea just so their son could grow up to be nothing more than a slacker. Then again, he always had a little suspicion about why his parents really did decide to send him to a boarding school when they could never part from their son for even a minute without worrying about his well being. So far, the last time they called was around six months ago when they needed In-su to attend a rather large family gathering. Of course, he rejected because other than his parents and grandparents, he had a hated for the rest of his family. To the seventeen year old boy, it would seem as though his parents threw him in a boarding school just so they could get rid of a son who they viewed as being delusional. On the other hand, he couldn't really blame them. It wasn't everyday that your child screamed about getting headaches and strange memories only to realize that he could also manipulate light. Perhaps, they mistook his school for a mental asylum.

A tiny and annoying beep snapped In-su out from his thoughts. Picking up the phone he saw a message from Brea, his close friend and Apollo's twin sister. Deciding that he would check it later, In-su placed the phone back on the nightstand and climbed out of bed, his feet hitting the rather chilly floor despite it being quite warm outside. A shiver made its way up the Korean's spine and it didn't take long for him to sprint towards the bathroom in hopes that his feet wouldn't have to feel the chilly floor underneath for much longer. He tried his best to hurry up and get out of the bathroom before hurrying to the closet to search through for a proper outfit to wear. In-su couldn't help but toss clothes everywhere across the room until he was sure that he found something that he liked. He would probably try to put everything back later but with his horrendous memory, he couldn't remember to do so even if his life depended on it. Also, it was not doing well at all for In-su to move as he could feel the lower part of his body stinging slightly. 'I wonder how that became like that', he thought to himself, biting his lips in wonder as though it was going to help solve anything.

Of course, something else was off and that left him confused. His bed was perfectly fine and made as though no one had slept in it at all. 'How is that? I'm pretty sure I was at least in my room last night', he wondered again before searching around the room for anything that would help him. Finally, his eyes landed on Kol laying on the bed next to his. Quietly sneaking next to Kol so that the bigger of the two wouldn't wake up, In-su plopped himself down onto the free side of the bed while he used his hand to help support his head. Almost hesitantly, In-su reached his finger out to poke Kol on the side of his face. "Hey Kol. Did you make my bed up for me?", In-su asked, while still shoving the male, hoping that he would wake up soon. After not getting a fast enough reaction, the shorter male turned around sulking before noticing his phone on the nightstand. Reading the message that Brea left for him, In-su made sure to text a quick reply to her.



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Message: So far I'm thinking of cleaning up soon. Maybe we can plan something about you get Quincey from his room :3



Rereading over the message once again, In-su tapped his phone on his chin before pressing sense. He was about to put his phone back on the nightstand until he thought of someone else to text. Kailani. She would hopefully be free and maybe he could talk to get about the dance considering that it was less than two days away and he was still lonely for a partner. Of course, following Michael around all night certainly did not count as a partner. He was just there to make sure that the senior didn't get himself in trouble. Typing away on his phone, In-su sent a quick text to Kailani also.



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To: Kailani
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Message: Are you up yet? If so, what are your plans for tomorrow? You going or not?



Once he was content with his message, In-su allowed a bright grin to greet his features as he placed his phone back where he found it. Once he saw that everything was in place, In-su turned his attention back to Kol, hoping that the other male would wake up soon. Though In-su was never really fond of him, he still had to share a room with the sour face so he might as well try to be nice to him. Though, that never really turned out good for either one of them. On In-su's part, he was just too forgetful to remember anything and too insensitive to care or act as though it was his fault that they couldn't get along. However, in his eyes, Kol had a much longer list. The man was ready to kill anyone who dared to even speak to him and In-su couldn't help but wonder how many times he had ever been arrested or have ever been close to. So, he decided to ask the male for himself. "Kol, have you ever been arrested? Was it scary?", he pondered aloud to the senior, hoping that something would be able to wake him up and that his confusion would be gone. A confused In-su was never really a smart In-su and a not so smart In-su was more likely to cause trouble for someone than a normal In-su. Releasing his head from the grip of his hand, In-su slid down lower until his head met the pillow next to Kol. Figuring that he wasn't going to get a response anytime soon, In-su simply settled for watching the older male until he actually woke up. Or was in the mood for talking to anyone.

Still just because Kol wasn't in the mood for talking, that did not mean that In-su felt the same way. The seventeen year old junior always enjoyed talking even if no one had the time to listen to him. That was probably the number one reason why people found him to be annoying. Oh well, at least he got his message across to them. At least, he hoped he would. Kol was just like everyone else that ignored him. Except for the fact that everyone else didn't wake up sharing a bed with In-su. Sometimes, the boy remembered what happened between the two of them after a rather large argument. Yet, there were also times where no matter how hard he tried to remember, nothing would come to him. "Oh well, it's not my fault that he's unable to make it memorable", he muttered to himself. Twirling his ring around his finger, In-su couldn't get but get a childish giggle pass through his lips as he read the 'yummy' that was written on it. He had found the piece of jewelry in a store and on a whim, he simply bought it. Now, it was one of his favorite pieces to wear. Even Apollo seemed to agree with him on that too. Turning to head to look back at Kol, In-su once again decided to go back to irritating the older male. It was simply no fun when the sour sap was sleeping and couldn't respond. Finally, In-su pulled at Kol's ear hoping that would wake the male up, that is, if he wasn't already and was secretly plotting his revenge on the Korean male.



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"The number you dialed could not be reached. Please try again later". That annoying voice was back again, dwindling the little hope that Tarun still had left in him. Just a few hours ago, his most beloved cousin had called saying that he would try to absolute best to reach home as quick as possible. Their entire family was already there for the gathering but yet, once again, the male could not be found. Tarun never understood how Ravi's mind worked. For some reason, the latter always thought that it was okay to put his two cent whores over his own family. He hardly came home anymore and when he did, it was just to grab a pack of cigarettes. Sure, they were already a big family but that didn't mean that they forgot when one of their family members weren't home. Sadly, it became too much of a norm for their family to handle. Tarun was absolutely fed up with the amount of people in his family that thought they had a say in every matter that took place in their house. It was times like that where he did not blame Ravi for leaving. Who wouldn't leave when you're surrounded by eight different people screaming at each other without refusing to listen to one another? A plate crashing onto the floor automatically made Tarun snap out of his thoughts and immediately, ran downstairs, leaving his phone on the bed. As soon as he came down, the male couldn't help but wished he had decided to stay back upstairs. Once again, they were all arguing but this time it was different and Tarun almost couldn't believe his ears. His uncle and Ravi's father was considering the idea of disowning Ravi!

"I'm tired of this. All day, all he does is stay out and then comes home smelling like a bloody girl. He doesn't care about his education or anything! What kind of son is that? Someone please tell me why I would want to call that low-life my son for any longer?", Ravi's father barked, shaking the entire house into silence. No one dared to speak out against him for fear of being lashed out at. There was pin drop silence all around the house, seeping into every nook and cranny. Tarun did not move a single muscle in the body for fear of gaining the attention of his already sizzling angry uncle. The only reason why the man even allowed him to stay in the house was because of how close he was to Ravi. He parents left him with the uncle, aunt and cousin because they felt as though they weren't ready to take care of a child yet. Perhaps, that was why Tarun valued family more than Ravi. For Tarun, this was his chance at finally being able to live his life surrounded by people who he could actually call his family. Ravi was the closest thing he had to a brother and with each passing day, he could also feel that bond loosen piece by piece until there was nothing left. Tarun shouldn't have been surprised that one day even his closest friend would leave him. After all, no one really actually wanted to keep him. He was forced upon to the uncles and then he was forced to make friends with their son. Still, sometimes, he really wished that if things didn't turn out the way they did, Ravi would still be willing to be his friend.

Even in school, they were complete opposite. Ravi was the star player, the one that everyone loved and the one that every girl swooned over. Tarun was the quiet theater kid who was part of the drama club because he always took a liking to acting. Being physical was never what he was meant for and he tried his best to stay away. Still, he was a normal teenage boy and he has needs and wants too. Too bad, Ravi took them all away. It was like that every single time. Ravi would ask Tarun what type of girl he liked and as soon as Tarun told him, Ravi would make it his number one goal of snatching that girl away from Tarun. Still, he would always forgive his cousin. After all, even if he disliked what his cousin was doing, that didn't mean that they weren't going to be living in the same house. So, Tarun would have to cast aside his own hurt feelings for the sake of not disrupting the peace of the household. It was something that he had gotten used to and now, he was finally happy to get rid of it. He was eighteen and going to college where he would be free to do whatever he wanted. Not only that but Ravi was also going to a different college than he was so it would be perfectly okay for Tarun to finally have a healthy and possibly long lasting relationship with someone.

There was only problem that Tarun tired to hide in the back of his mind. He no longer felt himself to be attracted to women. He cast it aside as just a phase. It just couldn't be happening. His family would shun him. The only family he had left would shun him. They would ignore him and he would have nowhere else to go because who the hell would want to take a college kid with a bag of problems and take care of him? There was hardly anyone who would absolutely be willing to love him like his family loved him. As small as it was, at least he was showered with some form of affection. Still, Tarun was always horrible at hiding secrets from people and he feared that sooner or later, his secret would be exposed in front of his entire family. Biting his bottom lip in thought, Tarun hardly heard his uncle approaching him until the man slapped him on the head, quickly gaining his attention. Tarun dared not touch his head despite the ache for fear of earning another slap from his uncle. "Boy, you're the closest thing my son can call a friend in this family. Go find him or else I swear to god, I will toss both you and him out", his uncle spoke, his bristly voice spoke, shaking Tarun to the very core so much so that the eighteen year old boy could have use his voice so he settled for a nod instead hoping that it would be a suitable answer for his uncle. Sadly, it wasn't as Tarun earned another hit on the head. "Boy, answer me when I'm talking to you!, his uncle commanded and finally, with much effort, Tarun was able to locate his voice. "Don't worry uncle. I'll find him. I'll make sure he comes home. Y-you do-don't have to worry about anything uncle", Tarun repeated as though he was assuring himself more than his uncle.

Rushing upstairs, Tarun quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Ravi's number again, hoping that this time, the male would pick up. However, jsut like countless times before, Ravi had let him down. Instead, it was the same voice from that annoying lady who probably had no idea about the amount of hopes she was crushing just by her voice alone. "s**t Ravi. Why do you always have to ******** things up? Can't you make things simple for once?", Tarun cursed, frustrated at his cousin antics. Throwing his phone down once more, Tarun plopped himself down on the bed, rubbing his face in the palms, trying to figure out what was going on and how he could be able to contact his cousin. Finally, after searching through his brain for painful minutes, Tarun picked his phone up once again and called his former crush who he knew was currently Ravi's ******** buddy. Just the thought of it made him curl his fists but he had more important things to focus on like finding his cousin or risk being thrown out. "Hello. Who the hell is this?", a loud and annoyed female voice answer. "Um, hi. It's Tarun...Ravi's cousin. I was wonderi-", Tarun spoke before being interrupted. "Don't you dare mention his name to me! Do you understand? That piece of crap thought that he could ******** me and then just leave, not only that but with a man! You tell your bloody cousin that when I see him again, he won't be returning with his head in tact", Tarun's former crush screamed through the phone however, Tarun ignored what she had to say as he was only concerned with one part and one part only. 'A male? Ravi left with another guy? Why? Maybe it was one of his fellow jocks. They're always being so bothersome', Tarun briefly thought as he shook the thought aside. Instead, he grabbed his sweater and ran down the stairs. "I think he might be on the other side of the city. I just called his girlfri...I just called his friend and they said that he was just over at their house", Tarun exclaimed while rushing towards the door in search of his cousin.

However, just as quickly as he rushed, he was stopped by a strong grip on his arm. "Boy, you're absolutely insane if you think we're going to let you come with us. You might be his cousin but I'm his father. You stay here and wait for him. The rest of us will split up and look for him", his uncle ordered, pushing Tarun away from the door and towards the couch. Tarun angrily and silently glared at his uncle as he watched the rest of his family get dressed and leave and soon, there was no one left but him in the big house. Tarun flipped through channel after channel, hoping to catch a hold of something good. Every once in a while, his eyes would glance over at the clock as the hands mocked him silently with their chimes, altering him that his cousin was not coming home anytime soon. Finally, after nothing good on the television set, Tarun dropped the remote and climbed upstairs, straight to his room. The rain smashed against his window as though calling him to let them in. finally, Tarun approached the window that offered a full view towards the woods of where him and Ravi would play as young children. They would play either hide and seek or tag for hours and hours until one accused the other of cheating. In those cases, they would wrestle until the accuser either lost or won.

Slowly, Tarun touched the glass of his window, wishing that he could desperately go back to that moment where he was just a young boy who had the protection of his family standing over him. Tarun sighed softly before slightly turn around. However, before he could manage to do a full turn, someone caught the corner of his eye. Due to the rain, all he could manage to make out was a figure standing while there was something on the ground. Tarun felt his heart rate immediately picking up its pace while his palms became even more sweaty and his stomach did flips. Deciding to investigate and ease the pressure of his body, Tarun threw on his sweater once again, pulling the hood over his head and descending towards the stairs. Opening the door, he bolted outside, feeling the wind that came along with the rain hitting his body as though it was urging him to get inside. Still, Tarun pushed forward, making his way to where he thought he saw the figure. However, the closer he approached the figure, the farther it went. Tarun could only make out the outline of a male, his hand smeared darkly and suddenly, his stomach was doing flips again. He wasted no time in running over the thing that he saw laying on the ground. However, the closer he came the more he realized that it was not an object but rather a person. Not just any person too. "Ra-Ravi. Ravi, please..answer me. Please, Ravi!", he begged as he dropped to his knees, cradling his cousin's head in his lap while shaking the boy hoping that he would awake soon. However, it all proved hopeless and Tarun could slowly feel the body of his cousin going cold. Finally, there was no pulse left on Ravi, only the rain pelting down upon the body, showing no mercy for the deceased jock. Pulling out his phone, Tarun quickly dialed the number of his uncle. "Please come home. Please, please, please, come now. It's Ravi. He-H-He's d-dead...someone murdered him uncle. Someone murdered Ravi", Tarun cried into the phone, hearing the line being cut off and he took it as a sign that he uncle was on his way. After all, their search was over.

A week later Ravi's funeral was commenced and three days after that, Tarun moved out of his family's home in order to live in his own apartment where he currently resided. It was close to a month and two weeks since Ravi was killed and they still had no leads on who could've done it. However, everyone suspected a serial killer as more and more murders were starting to appear in the same city. Something Tarun regretted leaving his home. At least, there was comfort there and he wasn't alone. Now, he lived all by himself and while his apartment was small, it was still not what he would exactly call safe. Due to Tarun still being in college, he only had a limited amount of money left and it was the best he could afford other than living on the streets. There were cracks forming and chips in the wall but the male would have to put up with it until he was able to save a bit more money for himself. With his current job plus his scholarship, he would have just enough money to start refurnishing within the next week when he collected his paycheck. Sadly, money couldn't erase nightmares problems. With the death of Ravi, Tarun had many sleepless nights and even developed a stutter. His friend, Oma, would be there to comfort him when he was scared but there was only a limited amount of things that she could do. After all, she had her own boyfriend to take care of and Tarun would hate to impose on the two of them. They were finally starting to settle down together.

Lost in his thoughts, Tarun failed to hear the door open as Oma slipped in. Only when she stood in front of him did he finally acknowledge her. "Seriously, at this rate, I shouldn't be surprised if I end up seeing you as the next victim of that serial killer that's been lurking around", Oma teased, giving his cheeks a hard squeeze. Lightly, Tarun pushed her away. "It no-not my fa-fault for lea-leaving the door open", Tarun muttered softly, getting a shake of the head from Oma. "Anyway, ignore all of that. We have a masquerade to attend later and we still haven't gotten your outfit yet", Oma squealed, going off about her and her boyfriend's matching outfits. Tarun only managed to nod at the points where he felt nodding was needed. Eventually, they both headed out in order to buy something for the college student to wear. Oma figured that it would be the perfect opportunity for him to meet someone new.

At last, the night came and Tarun stood awkwardly and uncomfortably in front of the mirror. He had no idea what he was supposed to be but he assumed that he was almost a prince. His mask was glistering gold with lines of scarlet red surrounding the outline of his mask. In fact, in entire outfit was glistering in the mirror as he stood adjusting his collar. A bit pleased with himself, Tarun stepped out and into the world of the mysterious party event. He glanced around, searching for someone who he could possibly recognize but it all went in vain. Bracing himself against the wall, Tarun did everything to possibly hide away. Even since Ravi's death, he just couldn't handle being so out in the open even if there was a mask covering his face. "Excuse me, may I have this dance?", someone spoke and Tarun whipped his head around to see who it was. It was just a masked man in a suit and of course, Tarun couldn't see his face. Without answering, the student simply extended his hand to be led. They talked and Tarun tried his best to hide his stuttering. He would rather not spill his entire life story to a stranger who he only had a few dances with.

Finally, they left the dance floor and instead were braced against a wall when the masked man spoke once again. "What do you say we get out of here? C'mon, we'll have more fun", the masked man spoke once again, except this time he had Tarun's hand in his. "Why co-come if you plan on lea-leaving so quick-quickly?", Tarun muttered under his breath, teasingly before pulling the male out with him into the open air. "My apart-apartment's closer so if you do-don't mind, we'll go the-there", Tarun spoke, cursing himself mentally for allowing his stuttering to take over. Once they reached Tarun's apartment, the eighteen year old threw his coat onto the table before pointing over to the couch. "I kn-know it's small but you can ma-make you-yourself comfort-comfortable and I'll make coffee for us", Tarun spoke before heading towards the kitchen before searching for everything that he needed. To say he was nervous would be an understatement since it was the first time he would ever have anyone over except for Oma and her boyfriend. "Is the-there any-anything special you want? Plus, what's you-your name? I'm Ta-Tarun", the male shouted from the kitchen, trying his best to make his guest as comfortable as he possibly could.



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A flop of black hair was illuminated by the rays of the sun as its owner turned slowly in despair towards the rays of the horrendous and troublesome light. Groaning in surplus agitation, the flop of black hair shifted ever so slightly in an earnest effort to regain any chance of calling back to the sweet comfort of temptation in the form of sleep. However, he would soon find out that today did not provide any luck that was in his favor as sleep refused to come back. Instead, he was forced to face the bright, taunting light of the sun as though mocking him for not having his way in the end. Growling softly to himself in anger with the sun, the owner of the black hair, Lee Mun-Hee, carefully opened his eyes, adjusting himself to the light of a new day. A new day was supposed to bring on a new warmth of hope and jolly at the possibilities of events that could occurred. But during the delicate summer, it seemed as though that hope and jolly was gone and replacement by a meticulous and daft haze of heat and sweat. It was the same routine everyday and nothing much has changed from the year before. Mun-Hee would simply go on a vacation with his family most likely and return to the welcoming arms of his peers who attached themselves to his popularity like bees sticking their lustful fingers on honey. It was a tiresome routine and one that he wanted broken as soon as possible. This dull circle of life was not how Mun-Hee wanted his life to be molded into.

Shaking the scandalous thoughts away from his mind, Mun-Hee instead diverted his attention onto the most important issue at that point: waking up. It seemed as though he had spent too many minutes contemplating the disparity of his situation as he read the bright letters on his clock. Rubbing his eyes with a harsh hand, he stretched his body out lazily like a cat would after a much needed nap. Throwing the sheet off of his body, Mun-Hee ruffled his hand through his hair one more time trying to fix his hair as best as he could. Stepping onto the hardwood floor, his body gave out a belligerent shiver as the cold floor hit his body. Cursing softly under his breath, Mun-Hee sat back onto the bed as he thought about the day ahead of him. He would definitely had to try someway to get this day to be more productive and it wouldn't hurt, if along in the process, he also made his summer productive too. Getting off the bed for a second time, he gritted his teeth once more as he walked onto the floor but he pushed the feeling aside as he made his way into the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mun-Hee turned from side to side observing his facial structure. He was trying not to be one to brag but he would be an idiot if he didn't at least admit that he was rather gorgeous. Hopefully, anyone with good enough eyes would realize that too. Luckily for him, they did. It was no surprise that he was so popular at his college. It seemed as though girls and boys alike were both fascinated with the cool, aloof, and mysterious type. Perhaps there was a sense of fulfillment and success in the feeling that one was able to crack the code of what laid beneath the surface of a pretty face. Either way, Mun-Hee was almost positive that they would never find what they were looking for. It seemed as though everyone already had their prototype of him made and no matter how badly he tried to prove them wrong, they still held on to their bottomless beliefs. Pushing the negative thoughts out of his head, Mun-Hee quickly brushed his teeth and took a quick shower before getting dressed for the day.

Only clad in a plain shirt and shorts, he wandered around his apartment before finally settling on the couch. Summer break brought many opportunities for the young man but there was just not any that seemed pleasant to him. It seemed almost ironic that the boy viewed as one of the most popular on campus would be spending his summer alone cooped up inside of his tiny apartment. Looking around the apartment one more time, Mun-Hee allowed a raucous and deep sigh to escape his lips as he held his face between his palms. Despite his popularity, Mun-Hee lived a rather middle class life. With an older brother, being put through college was a hard job for his parents but they somehow managed to do it and give him an apartment of his own. It was bout time he started to become more independent and less of a burden to his folks. However, holding down a job just didn't seem like it would be a good idea any time soon. His three previous jobs did not go well at all, Or, at least that's what he assumed from being fired from them all. It seemed that his looks, the one thing that gave him his status, was also the thing that brought him down. His managers criticized him for being too cold and distinct from his customers. On the other hand, it wasn't his fault per say. People didn't expect feelings from him. They only expected a pretty face and for so long, that was good enough. How could they expect him to change anytime soon? Sinking into the exquisite warmth calling of the couch, Mun-hee allowed for his feet to hang off the side of the couch as he contemplated a plan.

He was horrible with dealing with customers but if he was going to make his parents proud and provide them with some form of finance, he was going to have to try harder and push his shortcomings aside. Sitting up on the couch, Mun-Hee folded his legs in a lotus position and grabbed his laptop from the stand nearby. Opening it delicately and a sense of hope, he scrolled aimlessly, as though expecting the words would help to trigger a light blub inside of his head. It wasn't until he checked his social media that he saw an ad on the side that finally gave light to the blub inside of his head. It was risky and possibly stupid but it was cheap and maybe he wouldn't have to put on such a big charade. A click on the ad took him to Craigslist, a site he detested and would rather not have on his browser history at all. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. It seemed that his icy cold looks were not attractive as a salesman but what about as a boyfriend? There were surely some people out there who wouldn't mind to have a boyfriend like him, right? He pretty much had it all once you excluded the monetary value. Quickly, his fingers lacked over the keys on the laptop as he tried his best to make himself seem presentable to whatever audience was going to be reading his ad. In a way, he felt cheap as though he was selling himself for the sake of something so mediocre like money but in the end, the world revolved around money and in that moment, there was nothing that Mun-Hee needed. If it meant being in the company of a stranger for a couple weeks, he was willing to do it.

Rereading his ad once more, Mun-Hee felt his heart race and his throat turn dry as his hand lingered over the 'post' button. Once it was out, he couldn't go back. But he had to do it. For him family and for himself. He had to try his best to complete his college, no matter what. He just had to. And if this was the way to go, then it was a sacrifice that was going to have to be made. Pressing the button, he exhaled heavily, feeling small tremors running through his body as his palms became coated with sweat. The laptop felt overwhelming on his lap and the heat burned into his skin as though warning him of a mistake that he made. Biting his nail frantically, Mun-Hee removed the laptop from his lap and placed it next to him on the couch before curling up on the other side, trying to stop the wave of panic that was threatening to invade his body.



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