𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 ↬ ʸᵉᵒⁿᵇⁱⁿ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

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"형.." , Yeonjun cried out as he dragged his wrenched figure inside the studio, supporting the later with a hand on the door frame. 

Strong wave of horror running through his body, as soon as Soobin laid his eyes on the demon, he got up in a hurry and skipped to his lover. 

Tears building up in his eyes as well, he asked what had occurred to the poor creature. 

𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗

Orange colored sunshine enveloping the demon's soft features, Yeonjun light-heartedly walked the streets of Seoul this Sunday evening. 

As usual, the entity was listening to some of his favorite tunes as he observed his feet switching places connected to the beat buzzing in his ears. 

Left right , left right , left right , left right , left right , left- BANG!

Someone had just punched him from behind. 

"Get up bitch !" , the fist's owner mocked as Yeonjun was struggling to elevate himself. 

The girl had managed to hit him right on one of his horns ; one of the most sensitive places you could ever affect. 

That being due to the fact that entities' features such as their wings, halos or horns represented their souls.

So even thought it's hard to imagine for us, but it's similar to the picture of someone punching you right in your soul, right in the feels, right were it hurts the most. 

In our reality it's emotional but in this story, with the type of creatures I've decided to write about, it's conveyed to physical pain. 

"She said get up !" , another voice yelled as she kicked Yeonjun's stomach with undeniable technique and power. 

Yeonjun did as he was told although it was extremely arduous with the screaming pain around his head. But as soon as he did, he was down on the ground again. This caused by another hit. 

One after the other, the two girls took turns on punching ; neither of them stopping after blood had appeared on the demon's ravaged and shaking body. 

Succeeding the assault, just as the angels had left, Yeonjun stayed in the ally for a brief while, not being able to move or talk or anything really.  

I should probably take the other way next time... , he laughed at his thought in misery. 

𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙

Yeonjun seated in his usual sofa, Soobin had almost finished patching his lover up. 

Attentively listening to the demon's event and the tears never leaving his eyes, Soobin couldn't help but to find himself apologizing over and over again.

"형 , it's alright , I'm used to this" , the younger had tried calming his lover down but it was no use ; Soobin kept sobbing and saying sorry. 

Finally , as Yeonjun embraced him in his arms and gently rocked him back and forth while caressing his hair, the angel managed to relax his shaken up mind. 

Some hours slowly passing by , the demon turned to Soobin with a neutral expression and pronounced the following words ;

"형 , paint my horns gold" 

His lover , although taken by surprise by the sudden request , shortly nodded. 

Yeonjun moved the seat closer to the angel's painting set and Soobin began painting his horns with an glossy golden color. 

After he had finished and Yeonjun had looked at the results in the studio's small mirror, Soobin started putting away his brushes and questioned to himself ;

"Why thought ?" , he asked.

"Hmm ?" 

"Why did you make me paint your horns gold ?" , the artist explained. 

Yeonjun's sad smile of a reaction gave the answer away but Soobin kept quiet. 

"I just wanted to feel a bit angel-like for once" , the demon expressed gloomily. 

Soobin nodded and hugged his lover close then caressed his horns softly.

"You're divine Yeonjun, horns or aureole" , the painter responded with a warm smile on his lips. 

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉