The Way It Burns - BbangNyu

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The clock on his wall read 11:30 pm. His parents were usually in bed by 9, so Chanhee was sure they'd be asleep. Running his hand along his hung up hoodies, he tried to pick the darkest one he owned. This proved to be a hard task, since most angles were encouraged to wear light outfits. He eventually found a darker purple hoodie, which he paired with grey straight fit trousers. This was the best he could do to stay under the radar.

Shoving his phone and keys into his pocket, Chanhee braced himself for what he was about to do. He knew he needed this, one night of rebellion. Being perfect all the time was unbearable, this was his moment to take back his life. He made as little noise as possible, creeping through the apartment, successfully making it to the lift. He could breathe again, riding the elevator to the ground floor. He snuck past the security, way easier than he expected to, exiting through the front entrance.

The cold, night air hit his pale skin, causing it to glow pink. He immediately pulled up his hood, it was imperative he wasn't recognized. Chanhee had no idea where he was going, he was just happy to be free. He could wander around the city, not caring what other people thought of him. It was a crazy experience.

He took a stroll around the streets, thinking about all the possibilities. He could do anything he wanted, so he couldn't waste this opportunity. His mind flashed back to the group of pixies he sat behind at the start of the school year, he would hear them talk about clubbing, drinking and even hooking up, things he was barred from doing. He was 19, he should be able to do what other 19 years old do. He decided that if this was his only night of freedom, than he had to do something he'd never dare to.

Chanhee walked for maybe 20 minutes, until he reached 'down town'. It was the rougher side of the city, where all the clubs, and so called 'unpure' things were. His eyes were shocked by the bright neon lights, causing him to squint. There were so many people hanging around, all different creatures, some he had never even seen in person before. He pushed his way through the crowds, eventually picking where he wanted to go.

'An Angels Nightmare', he couldn't tell what drew him here, but the name intrigued him. This was probably a place he wasn't meant to be, making his desire to go in, grow more. There was no bouncer, no one to check id's, you could just walk in without any worries. The music blasted through the speakers, leaking out EDM songs that Chanhee was told not to listen to. The room was lit in red, creating a thick tension that Chanhee couldn't describe. 

He wandered over to the bar, requesting whatever the bar tender recommended, he didn't know what they drank in clubs. The man definitely gave him a weird look, so Chanhee avoided eye contact, scared of being recognized. This wasn't only dangerous because he was an angel, it was also because of his father. He was notoriously hated by demons, making Chanhee hated by association.

With a blue liquid in hand, Chanhee lent himself against one of the back walls. He felt too nervous to dance, he kinda just wanted to observe, then go home. The drink was bitter, causing Chanhee to gag. Was this really what people drank? He continued drinking it anyway, since the more he drank, the more his nerves seemed to calm. 

"Running away from something?"

From the corner of his eye, Chanhee saw a tall figure lean against the wall next to him. His deep voice filled his ears, sending chills through the boys body. He surprisingly didn't feel scared like when he first arrived, maybe the drink had helped him.

"No, you?" Chanhee replied, staring the figure up and down. He was tall, and well built, with raven hair that ran just below his ears. He was wrapped in leather, playing with a chain around his neck. Chanhee had never seen someone like that before, but what really got to him, was their eyes. Blood red, with black streaks running through. This was a dark creature for sure.

"Already did my fair share of running." He laughed, turning his head towards Chanhee, his lips curved into a smirk. He had a small hunch that Chanhee wasn't like the others, and those icy blue eyes confirmed it.

 The figure leaned in close to Chanhee's ear, tickling the boy with his whisper. "What's an angel doing in a place like this?"

Chanhee gulped, feeling his heart rate speed up. This was the one thing he didn't want to happen, he couldn't have this happen. It only takes one person to find out, for him to be in danger. 

Noticing the boys anxious energy, the figure backed away. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Like I'd believe that, that's what they all say." Chanhee scoffed. His sassy nature unconsciously revealing itself.

"You know I've met only a few angels in my life, but I'm pretty sure I know why you're here. 1, you've been disowned, or 2, you want to taste the dark side. Which is it then?" The figure commented.

Chanhee hesitated. "Loosely 2." 

He was met by furrowed eyebrows, so he explained. "I just wanted one night of freedom, I don't plan on abandoning my life. I wanted to experience the stuff I'm not supposed to."

"Then you've met the right person."

"And that is?"

"Younghoon, Kim Younghoon."

The figures eyes turned a deeper shade of red staring into Chanhee's frosty blue pair. His rough hands found their way around the boys small waist, a place only his boyfriend had touched. 

"So what's your name pretty boy?" He asked, moving his face closer, their noses almost touching.

"Ch- Changmin." Chanhee stuttered. He almost gave out his real name, which would have been a dangerous mistake. Instead he said the first name that came to mind, the one of his best friend.

Younghoon brought his thumb up to Chanhee's lips, running it along the plump, pink pair. He didn't expect it to burn, it felt like someone was rubbing hot coal along his lips. He flinched at the feeling of his hoodie being lifted up, Younghoon placed his hands on the boys bare skin, that burnt even worse.

"I'm just getting you use to the feeling." He whispered, sliding his hand further under Chanhee's hoodie.

After a few more burning touches, Younghoon connected their lips together. It was indescribable, an overwhelming sensation of burning and electricity shooting through his body. Younghoon wiped his tounge along Chanhee's lips, requesting entry. The boy allowed, letting Younghoon explore every inch of his wet cavern. Their crotches started to grind against each other, fiery, as if lighting a match. Younghoon trailed his kisses down the angels neck, experimenting with different spots, until he heard the boy whimper. He sucked and nibbled on the weak spot, feeling Chanhee grow limp under him.

Chanhee felt a hand interlock with his own, pulling him through the crowd of people. He couldn't work out what was happening or where he was going, but he did feel the cold air hit his face once again.