Hell Born

*The End*

Returning to Earth was, for everyone, a breath of relief. Each group was exhausted, mentally and physically but they were happy to be back. Mingi let Jongho stay home from school for the week and Hongjoong and Seonghwa did the same for San and Wooyoung.

After all of that, all they wanted was a break and maybe a little therapy to process it all.

Jongho wasn't sure what to do with his time off, feeling nothing but lost after the events that had just transpired. Every now and again, i.e. most of the time, his thoughts would wander back to Yeosang and how he was. With no clue what his fate was, his mind went into overdrive at every possible punishment he may be receiving.

Thankfully enough, Beomgyu was there to keep him company and distracted, better yet. He allowed Jongho to lay on his chest, keeping him calm with his heartbeat alone while he racked his hair through the boy's brown hair. Though his presence was appreciated, he still couldn't help but think. "Is Yeosang going to be okay...?"

Now, Beomgyu had been expecting a question like this for a while. So he put quite a bit of thought into his answer. "Probably not," The angel said matter of factly, causing all of Jongho's movement to cease. "He will be broken. Emotionally, physically and mentally. To be honest, I think the chances of him recovering are gonna be slim, and he'll most likely be reduced to a husk of whatever man you knew before."

"What!?" Jongho shouted in concern. Beomgyu wasn't expecting him to react like that and immediately attempted to make him feel better.

"Ahahaha! I'm joking!" He exclaimed, followed by a convincing laugh. "Wait, please don't cry! I'm not being serious!" Beomgyu quickly pulled him closer, whatever cries Jongho may have made being muffled in the depths of his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay."

"Is it really though?" Whimpered the demon, moving away to lay back on the bed. "Beomgyu, someone is going to die because of me."

"Well, he won't die. He'll just be tortured-"

"Repeat exactly what you just told me because becoming a husk of a person is pretty close to death if you ask me." Beomgyu didn't like the way Jongho was going about this. It wasn't his fault what had happened. Yeosang's feelings were all his own and the way he expressed them landed him in hot water with every side. So the angel would need to explain this to him.

Jongho was caught off guard when Beomgyu suddenly rolled on top of him. It wasn't a very provocative position yet it still managed to bring some heat to his cheeks. "Jongho, listen to me. At the end of the day, what happened wasn't on you. If it was, you would have been in that court with him."

The older teen opened his mouth to speak but a finger was quickly put to his lips. Beomgyu sat up, still sitting on Jongho, and sighed. "Don't let your mind fool you," He whispered. "Deep down, you know what you said to him was true. Would you take it back?" His silence was the only answer the angel needed. "Exactly."

"Yeah, you're right. It's just that a part of me wonders if it could have worked out in the end..."

His frown made Beomgyu upset. Tilting Jongho's chin towards him, he smiled. "Hey, I have something for you," He said, earning a curious look from the other teen. "Remember when we were in the purification chambers and I disappeared?"

"Mhm?"

"Well it's because you were right, you did see Taehyun. And he asked me to give you this..." Time has a habit of slowing for situations like these. When their lips met, Jongho felt his heart pound in his chest, limbs weakening the longer this kiss went on. He could only focus on how soft he felt against his mouth. When they broke apart, it was because Jongho's smile parted his lips, bringing forth a grin from both parties.