Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

11

"Why are you on the floor?" Minho questions, coming over to sit on his knees. He runs his hand through my hair. I was happy that he was feeling better. I know demons heal quick, but that didn't make me worry any less.

"Because it's nice."

He hums, letting it sit quietly. Chan had disappeared somewhere, probably to his cage. Maybe pouting, even. Poor pup wants attention, I'm sure.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, pushing myself up to rest my chin on his knee. "Did you change your bandages?"

"Not so bad anymore. Chan helped me change them, but there aren't a lot of open wounds anymore. Thank you for taking care of me."

I kiss his thigh. "Chan did it."

"You did too. You made sure I was okay. I know you didn't want to go to school today."

I shrug. I didn't do much because I didn't know how. It's not like they eat human food. They don't need water. I probably could've given him my soul, but that would be unfair to Chan.

Are you kidding me? I argue inside my head. You're thinking about the other instead of focusing on how you'd just be a remorseless dick for the rest of your life? No feelings what so ever?

Yes, because if it means they're content, I'd give them anything.

You sound like a slave. Or you have Stockholm syndrome.

That doesn't even make sense. Just fuck off.

"Quit frowning, you'll get wrinkles." He presses his fingertips to my forehead, pushing up my face muscles to try and relax them. "What's happening inside your head?"

"Just another argument," I smile. The two demons knew nothing of my angel and devil. Not literally, but that's the easiest way to describe it. The realist and the lovesick fool. The good and the bad.

He cocks an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. He runs his hands through my hair, scratching at my scalp lightly. It was tender and warm. My eyes flutter shut, leaning into his touch.

"My sweet, sweet quokka," he whispers.

-

"Hello?" I answer my phone, my eyes still on my homework while I try to figure out what the hell it was talking about.

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize about the other day. I shouldn't have brought them up." It was Felix.

I smile softly, already having accepted his apology. "It's okay, Fe. I did check on them later on. Got attitude for it, but they're okay."

He sighs out of relief. "Thank you. I'm happy they're okay. Did you ever figure out what the bad feeling was?"

"It was Minho."

"What do you mean? Is he okay?"

"Lost a bet at poker. Poor pup is dealing with the consequences. It's bad, Lix."

"How bad? Was it money?"

"Souls."

"Oh, fuck, are you kidding me? Is he okay? How many was it?"

I frown, unsure how he would understand how bad that losing souls really was. "Twenty-one."

"Holy shit, is he okay? That's so fucking dangerous. What the fuck."

"Felix, how do you know how bad it actually is?" I lean forward on my desk, ignoring the homework now.

"...I met someone. Not a hound, just a demon. His name is Jeongin."

"Wait, wait. What about Seungmin? I thought you guys had something."

"No, we never did. Just close friends. He also met Jeongin and another guy. I think his name Changbin."

"Christ, dude." A smile reaches my face, astonished at how many demons are turning to the human world. "That's crazy. I mean, I'm happy for you and Seung. Are you guys dating them or...?"

"I'm not, but we're getting there. It's only been a few months. I don't know about Seung though. Anyway, I have to let you go. Jeongin just got here. I just wanted to apologize."

"I appreciate it, thank you. Have fun. Don't do drugs you can't handle. Have protected sex. I love you!"

He huffs into the phone. "I love you, too, asshole. See you later."