Hell Born

*The Middle*

I didn't want this one to be completely plot-related buuuut it turned out that way. I know it's long but trust me when I said it was nearly longer 🤡 I cut out an idea where Jackson, Lay and Jinyoung babysit San, but I seriously didn't want this to be over 8,000 words. So who knows, maybe I'll finish that when the story is over.

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"Wooyoung and I are going out, I'll see you later!" Just before San flew away, he gave his two father's a peck on the cheek and then a wide grin. The smiles remained on their faces, even as their son walked out the door, his arm wrapped around Wooyoung's waist.

Hongjoong finally sighed, leaning against Seonghwa, who was sitting on the couch. He chuckled at him and wrapped his arm around the smaller, bringing him closer. "Something on your mind?" He asked, to which his husband shrugged.

"Do you ever just feel like he's growing up too fast?" Seonghwa chuckled once again and then nodded.

"Every day...He used to be so tiny. Just our adorable little ball of chaos...he's grown up so much since then..." Both demons jutted their lips out at such a thought. San was seventeen now, when they found him, he was merely five years old.

"Don't say it like that," Groaned Hongjoong. "You're going to make me feel old..." Seonghwa rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath about he technically was old. Not that Hongjoong wanted to hear that.

"Do remember when we first found him?"

"How could I forget...?"

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It was a normal day in the Park-Kim household:

"Shit, Joong!"

"F-Faster Hwa!"

"Ah...Ah!"

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Both parents sat on the ground, tired beyond belief as light giggles echoed through their Victorian house. A small child, the age of five, appeared in front of the couple, laughing at their pathetic state.

Chunks of their expensive furniture had been melted off, chairs and tables rolled through the air of the dining room, faces on paintings became distorted and just about everything in sight was scratched or turned over. The house was an absolute wreck.

All while the young boy clapped his hands with nothing but excitement. "Again, again!" He cheered, attempting to pull his exhausted parents to their feet.

Hongjoong couldn't even bring himself to shake his head. "Not again Sannie, daddy and father are too tired." That definitely wasn't the response the child wanted to hear.

His little face contorted into a frown, his lip trembling in a way that made Seonghwa's eyes go wide. "Oh jeez, DUCK!"

"AGAIN!" The older demons were thrown against the wall when a harsh shockwave went flying from the toddler's body, sending everything back with it. San giggled at the destruction, clutching his stomach while bearing a bright grin whilst his two father's groaned.

"My house..." Whimpered Seonghwa at the pure wreckage that was the state of their living room. If this is what was going to be normal from now on, both demons were sure they'd die early.

So...How did this happen? How did Hongjoong and Seonghwa end up parenting a chaos demon who found nothing but joy in destroying their house and watching them race to fix it, only to then wreck it once again?

The two demons had been living a rather peaceful life since they got married. They had their spats here and there but over the last century, they had been feeling extremely comfortable. They even built a house together, filled it with objects and secrets that made it feel like home while they simply enjoyed each other's presence. Things were going great.