❝𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒❞ [On Hold]

𝟒➺𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞

Chapter 4
Mistake

"A-Ah i-i went to the studio!" San immediately blurts out to cover up his hesitation and nervousness as Hongjoong makes a strange expression still suspicious when San immediately adds to his answer. "To practice!" Hongjoong raises his eyebrows at the last part before just nodding not pressing the question further. Something in him though knew San was lying. He would always act like this when he lied and Hongjoong knew him every well.

"Well, explains why you were so tired last night." Hongjoong just mumbles showcasing himself to be someone who wasn't suspicious anymore and had accepted San's answer. "Anyways, you want me to cook something for you?" Hongjoong changes the subject, his hand still playing with San's soft locks as he softly leans in to give San's neck a small kiss. San shivering at the sudden contact blinks his eyes before shaking his head. "No, I am not hungry. You suck at cooking anyways." San chuckled at the last part as he looks at Hongjoong who nods slightly pouting at his words of fact.

"Why don't you get some sleep then?" Hongjoong asks as he caresses San's cheek as San nods and closes his eyes shuffling closer to Hongjoong, enjoying the calming soft strokes of Hongjoong's thumb on his cheek. "Emmm." Tugging on Hongjoong's shirt sleepily yet again, San snuggled closer looking for warmth, as he feels his insides suddenly turn colder. Hongjoong on the other hand couldn't feel it at all as he just took San's actions as random skin-ship.

However, as soon as that particular feeling of coldnese came it disappeared as fast as well, San not understanding what happened. Shaking his head and taking the situation as his own thinking, San just removed the thoughts from his mind and fell in a deep slumber. Hongjoong, for now didn't fall asleep, he wasn't as tired as San was, considering his excessive throwing up a while ago. He just laid there beside San, looking at his features analyzing them.

San's eyebrows creased in a slight painful expression a while ago as they changed back to a peaceful expression right away, sparking a sort of curiousity and worry In Hongjoong's mind. Something felt too weird since last night for his own good. Hongjoong couldn't point out what was the reason behind it but felt like San wasn't the San he saw in the studio yesterday. It felt as if there was some sort of change surrounding him since last night he came back.

Something in him, actually shouted blaming him for all this. 'You never stay home with him to know how he is! How are you questioning his behaviour now? He is normal, it's your lack of attention to him!' An inner voice almost too mocking, almost too harsh, shouted at him, making him flinch involuntarily as he felt his inner self having a conflict with himself. His inner self winning with just the first sentences without hearing an answer in return from him. Was he really so busy and caught up with his music that he never focused on San? Or was something really wrong?

Sighing and taking the first reason as probably valid currently, Hongjoong looked around for his phone. Finding the object on the nightstand, Hongjoong slowly reached his hand to it, taking San's sleepy state in consideration and trying not to wake him up at all. Finally after a few minutes Hongjoong succeeded in his mission of getting the phone without waking the other up as he opened it, the screen lightening up immediately. Taking a deep breath in while biting his lip softly, Hongjoong scrolled through his contacts before finding a particular number and tapping on the call button.

Putting the phone to his ear and waiting for the other side to pick up, Hongjoong taps his finger on the back of the phone on the same rythum as the dialing tune. After what seemed ages, the ringing stopped as a distant click sounded indicating the call was finally picked up. "Hello?" The other side in a slightly deep voice greeted as Hongjoong spoke softly not wanting to have San woken up at all in any way.

"Hello, Eden it's me, Hongjoong." Hongjoong speaks as the other side seemed to lighten up a little. "Ah, Hongjoong! What is it at this hour of morning?" Hongjoong could sense the smile the other had on his features like usual. "I called to let you know that I'll be taking a break for two weeks. As for the song we were working on, it's already finished so there shouldn't be any problems in that." Hongjoong explains as Eden on the other side doesn't protest in any way. After all, he always asks him to take breaks but being the workaholic Hongjoong is, he never succeeded in making him have one. So seeing the other wanted one, he couldn't deny at all. "No problems! At least you finally decided to have one." Eden said as after a few minutes of talking about some other stuff related to work, the call was hung up by the other side, Hongjoong pulling the phone away from his ear and smiling a little before looking at San.

His hand coming to caress the younger's hair softly and brush off the strands that fell over his forehead in the process of sleeping. A small smile on his features shined on his lips as he slept peacefully, tugging on his shirt like a baby does while sleeping. San sleeps with plushies usually but whenever Hongjoong is around, he doesn't need those. He makes Hongjoong his own plushie which Hongjoong is always glad to be. Leaning in and pressing his lips softly on San's forehead, Hongjoong just stared at his face until he falls asleep along.

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Evening light creeping in through the dark and cold house's cracked glass windows and reflecting through the dark and dull, decorated with pealed dull white paint patches, and dried blood almost turning black from its presence on the house's walls for years. Dust lived up to its stubborn word on the surface of the broken tiled floor where footsteps from last night's visitor's trip were present.

The cracked glass window that opened and closed back and forth too aggressively for an old jammed window last night, was now closed just like it's word "jammed". It was weird how a window that hasn't made an effort to move an inch in the last 90-100 years starts opening and closing as if it was a brand new window though now it was jammed again, the dirt deposited at its edges for years preventing it from opening, again.

The sound of an old record playing somewhere on the upper floor of the dead house, resonated as it seemed the sound travelled its way down the stairs with invisible steps thudding step by step as creaks sounded in the weak scraped out wood of the stairs. The sound was from the room, last night's visitor had gone into, discovering a stereo on his trip while he recorded things. The stereo looked dead broken as it felt like it had been dropped from its loose legged broken throne it sat on.

The stereo right now, though played a music that sounded almost calming, yet energetic to dance to, almost slow yet maniacally fast as the thud and creaks on the old wood of the stairs creaked harder, the music getting more loudly audible at every creak. It was as if the music's ultimate source was the broken stereo but it's sounds were coming out from something movable and invisible.

The thuds and creaks came to a halt as the wind starting howling this time, the windows jammed close, but the torn apart curtains and bloodily dirty carpets flying out as if their time to leave this dead pitch silent for years, house, was finally calling them. The evening's setting sun's illuminating deep warm light seizing immediately leaving the house in a pitch black darkness, the weather outside changing to a gloomy dull cloudy sky with wishes to cry.

The insides of the house were much different in this perspective as suddenly a deep husky voice bellowed loudly. "You made the biggest bloody mistake!!!" The multiple personalitied music turning to a demonic harsh tone almost calming enough for a demon itself as it brought happiness to his already bursted eardrums of a sense. A living at this point would have sure lost his soul at the rate of how noisy that music sounded to be even deprived of the title 'music' according to a living.

The house's interiors bursted into a big fire as the words of the invisible entity resembled a command for someone to set them on fire as the fire's deep burning light finally illuminated the invisible to a bloody faced demon, his mouth slit into half with a bloody slash, his eyes both with perpendicular slashes as well with dark black orbs. His hair raven black hanging on the right side of his white dead skinned forehead. His eyes sharp just the like the bloody cut of his lips.

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Lovely readers, the demon's finally here! Guess who?