Glass Hearts (Juhyunee)

An Accord

Chanhee was blankly staring at the card, the name 'Lee Juyeon' written in cursive, the gold ink making the writing shine. It seemed to mock him the more he stared at it. He didn't want to admit it, but the offer was tempting. He knew Hyunjae wouldn't ever forgive himself if he headed down this path.

To let Juyeon control him, and use him to deliver messages to humans where he couldn't be.

He would become a pawn.

A mere pawn in an intricate cage, that would never let him go. He clutched the card a bit tighter and tapped his phone seeing the photo of Hyunjae brightly smiling.

"What should I do..." he had a chance to save his lover from death, so why was he hesitating?

When he asked himself that question, he knew. Hyunjae would see everything, the pain that he would put himself through. All the tears and injuries. All the suffering. 

Chanhee knew that Hyunjae would rather be dead than to see him go through all of that torment just for him. He rolled over on the cold bed, instinctively reaching out to caress Hyunjae's hair, instead being met with a pillow. The stone in his gut got heavier at that. 

He needed Hyunjae to survive.

Chanhee rolled over and turned the light off, deciding to get some sleep before making a decision. Deciding while he was sleep deprived wouldn't help.

He thought he'd fall asleep, but he couldn't. The bed was freezing, and his thin body was cold. The blonde held his pillow tighter, and squeezed his eyes shut.

It was 5 am when he gave up. 

Weakly, he got up, the bags under his eyes becoming more prominent. He stumbled over to the kitchen and made himself some tea, and out of habit he found himself taking out two cups from the cupboard.

With a shaky hand, he drew out the business card, and mumbled quietly, "Lee Juyeon."

He expected the elder to show up in a few minutes, turning around to sip his tea when he felt another presence in the room. There stood the stunning devil, his wings neatly folded, a smirk plastered on his face.

Chanhee's facial expression remained indifferent, "Tea?" the blonde asked dully. 

"That would be lovely," the ravenette responded, the smile on his face never faltering. They moved over to the living room and Juyeon watched the younger. "So, you've made a decision, I suppose."

"Yes, but I have one condition—two, actually," the blonde clarified.

Juyeon arched an eyebrow and picked up his mug of tea, "Go on..."

"Give me a month to get used to this, and you have to explain to me more about this. Secondly, slap your brother for me."

Juyeon chuckled, "The second one will be my pleasure. Deal." 

The moment the devil agreed, Chanhee felt his arm burn. The boy clutched his arm in shock,  watching as the burn marks seemed to form a picture. He was surprised the pain was at a minimal, it felt like someone was merely tracing a pencil over his delicate skin. Once the weird sensations stopped, Chanhee looked down and saw an intricate design embedded into his arm.

The irritated skin bloomed red, the black ink forming some sort of fire and moon.

"Fuck, that hurt," the blonde's eyebrows furrowed as he rubbed his arm.

Juyeon wryly smiled, "It tends to."

Chanhee looked up at the other, "So, care to explain?"

"That's my mark. It means you've made a deal...with the devil."