Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

4

"Angel, take in a nice, deep breath," Minho instructs, making sure Chan let his kisses linger to send soothing waves through me.

Continuous throbbing was flowing through my stomach, forcing me to let go of my tears. My entire body was shaking profusely. Minho held my hand, letting me squeeze it to the point where my hand was loosing circulation.

Then it stopped.

My grip loosened and I sunk into the bed, feeling a moment of relief. A small linger of pain was left with how much I was tensing my stomach, but the throbbing was gone.

Drool began to spill out of the side of my mouth and onto my cheek, down to the pillow. With it gone, all the comfort they had sent through my body was finally knocking me out.

-

I wake up crying, sobs pouring out of my throat. The tears left cold trails down my burning cheeks.

"Angel, it's okay. We're here. It's okay."

Minho pulls me into his chest, letting his pheromones do the work. Crazy to think demons have pheromones, but whatever.

I cut off the next few cries, sucking in deep breaths. I wiped my tears on his bare skin, feeling the dampness of it.

"Bad dream?" Chan runs his hand through my hair once I pull back.

"I-I need to call my parents. Where's my phone?" I push through them, finding the device on the nightstand where I had left it.

I dial my mom's number, not caring what time it was. I needed to hear that they both were okay. I know I was upset with them, but I couldn't handle the stress.

"Jisung?" She croaks.

"Mom," I cry into the phone, sniffling back my tears. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yes, honey. What's the matter? Did something happen?"

"Where's dad?"

"Jisung-"

"Dammit mom, please. Where's dad?"

"He's sleeping next to me. What's going on?"

I sigh out of relief, wiping away my tears. "Nothing, I didn't mean to scare you or anything, I just... miss you guys."

"Well if you came home once in awhile, you wouldn't have that problem." There it was. The attitude I had hoped wouldn't be there.

My heart sunk deep into my chest. It was at it's breaking point. How much of this could I take?

"I would come home if you loved me enough to not care about who I dated and loved." Oh, god, this night was turning out worse than I expected it to.

"We can talk more about it tomorrow. I have work in the morning."

I was about to respond with an angry comment, but Chan had started kissing and licking my neck to calm me down. Shithead.

"Okay. We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, hon."

I hang up, pushing Chan off. "Why do you guys always do that? Why can't you just-" And then Minho kisses me; sparks fly in my mouth.

Fucking rats.

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