sin𝙽𝙰rs - nct, nahyuck

𝙽𝙰 - 4 - 𝙽𝙰

jaemin was currently in the bus.

the third one to be exact.

this only meant one thing: he would be home in less than 15 minutes.

as usual, the place was crowded, and jaemin found himself holding the handles dangling from the ceiling, just like a day before – and just like any other day.

the man next to him was whispering things to his angel.

and this made jaemin's mind wander to his own demon.

donghyuck.

he pictured him and his sassiness, standing in the dark alley.

he remembered the events of the day before.

the murder.

the demon appearing.

his powers.

and jaemin's weakness.

he hated this demon.

he hated all of them, actually.

he hated their red eyes.

he hated their powers.

he hated everything about them.

"guryong village, terminus. please walk down carefully."

the same mecanic voice as usual startled jaemin.

he looked around, seeing the relieved looks of people, looking forward to get home and kiss their family.

but jaemin didn't have a family anymore.

jaemin got back to an empty and cold house.

jaemin had no one to kiss.

and no one to kiss him.

soon, jaemin was alone in the dark alleys of the dangerous district of seoul.

but he walked there confidently.

he wasn't scared of anyone.

it's the others who were scared of him.

if only they knew who he was...

"i'm kind of touched." a voice made jaemin lift his head. "you were thinking about me."

jaemin's fists tightened at the view of a cocky demon leaning against a broken street lamp.

couldn't he leave jaemin alone?

"fuck off." jaemin spat, walking past the demon without giving him a glance.

"huh... what about no?"

jaemin ignored the demon as he sped up.

he needed to get home quickly.

there, he had knives and sharp objects.

there, he would be able to get rid of him.