Hell Born

*Epilogue: Wooyoung & San*

Just as he promised, the couple were resting on the roof of the house, lying beneath the glowing night sky. San had his head placed on Wooyoung’s chest while the blonde ran his hand through his dark hair. There was not a feature on his perfect face that he didn’t love and having him here, looking so sweet and relaxed, made him smile in delight. 

"You're such a puppy," he whispered teasingly, noting the way San had nuzzled up to him cutely. 

His expression seemed so gentle, eased instead of anxious faces Wooyoung had been seeing recently as he tried to regain control over his mind. He was progressing, slowly but surely and even if Woo liked his hair when he was in his full form, he was happy that his boyfriend was no longer in that crazed state.

The only shine came from the dazzling stars above as well as the sparse glow of street lights but it hardly faltered the pair. Nestling closer, San relaxed in the arms of his partner, the one and only human he could ever hope to spend the remainder of his immortal life with.

“What are you thinking about?” The demon had mumbled, somewhat groggy from how comfortable he had gotten but the thoughts from the other teen had snaked their way into his mind, bringing him back to life. 

“I’m sure you already know, don’t you Sannie?” His boyfriend chuckled with a nod, saying it didn’t hurt to ask either way. “I’m thinking of you, of course.” San hummed, awaiting the rest of his sentence. “And what you said at the café…”

“Did it freak you out?” When Wooyoung didn’t respond right away, San shifted, sitting up to face him. The moment he left his side, Woo had to resist the urge to pull him back down, already missing his warmth and comforting aura. “I didn’t mean to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Wooyoung and I really mean that. I understand if you’re not ready to think about it though.”

There wasn’t the slightest bit of pressure in his voice. He wasn’t expecting him to answer right away and if he didn’t agree, San would understand. After all, it was a difficult decision for them to even consider comprehending at such a young age. So thankfully, there was no incentive to do so. 

Nevertheless, the blonde sat up, a soft grin resting across his lips. Gently, he brushed a few stray hairs from San’s forehead, shifting his bangs to get a better view of his precious face. Deep purple pools stared back at him, enticing as always and it was times like these that he was glad he had done away with the contacts. “I would love nothing more than to start a family with you.” 

His hand went to cup the demon’s cheeks, watching the surprise on his felt melt away, joy taking its place just moments later. “Even if I was born in Hell, a place as terrible as that? Even if I’m a demon?”

“Yes, Sannie, even if you’re a demon from the firiest depths of the UnderWorld, I don’t care. After all, you’re my knight in devil horns. I want to be here through your highs and lows because I’m willing to accept every part of you. From your sleeping habits to your insane powers, even your um...adorable little fluff ball…"

San chuckled lightly. "Yeah, Shiber. Cute, isn't he?" Wooyoung got chills at the mere mention of his name. The blood staining his monstrous canines, his steel-grey eyes and his growl like thunder - maybe cute wasn't the right word. 

"Oh yeah...very sweet…" Despite his hesitance about that last factor, his sincerity warmed San’s heart. He wanted to lean forward and kiss him, hold him and never let go. He couldn't think of anyone in the world more perfect to him.

“Wooyoung, I’d really like to kiss you right now.” Such a request could never be denied. Without another word, San was brought onto Wooyoung’s lap, his sides held tightly as the two looked at one another. 

“And I’d really like to be kissed by you,” Carefully, Wooyoung brought the demon’s chin closer and all hesitation melted when he was just inches away. He parted his lips and felt him washing over him like a wave of warmth, his heart pounding in his chest as his knees grew weaker. 

No matter how many times they kissed, each time would always be better than the last. The way San’s arms glided across his shoulders, his light whimpers as Wooyoung’s hands roamed his body, every sense in his being was invaded by the love he had for the boy in front of him. 

“I love you, Wooyoung. I love you so, so much,” Whispered San, his low voice sending the shivers he adored down his spine. Their lips connected yet again held closer by Wooyoung pushed San’s head forward, having to stop himself from getting too deep in the moment just so he could return his sentiment. 

“And I love you, San.” 

This time, there was no one to interrupt them. No calls from mom, no jealous peers and no angry deities. Finally, they just had each other.