The Way It Burns - BbangNyu

[6]

Chanhee got home later than expected, due to his spontaneous visit to Kevin's apartment. When he got in, he showered straight away, then got himself dressed again. He put on formal clothes, since tonight his and Sangyeon's families, were meeting to discuss the wedding. He slipped on some white straight fit trousers, a white button up, and a pink sweater vest over the top of that. He heard the bell ring, signally for him to greet the guests.

Heading into the dinning room, he sat beside his boyfriend, giving him a peck on the cheek. He also greeted Sangyeon's parents. The table was full at 6, with the boys and their sets of parents. They immediately started discussing the wedding plans, going through everything that had been arranged already. There was suit fittings, practice dinners, and so much more. 

Chanhee could barely comprehend what was being said, he could feel himself getting worked up. In a month, he'd be married to Sangyeon, at the biggest ceremony the city had every seen. He tried to think of the positives, but he could only think about how much he didn't want this. What made it worse, was that everyone else seemed so excited for it, especially Sangyeon.

The angel began to tear up, his whole body shaking. This was too much, he became severely overwhelmed. He didn't expect to react like this, he didn't think it would effect him in this way. Chanhee couldn't stay here, he'd surely lose his cool at any second. Suddenly standing up, all eyes went to him. His father looked very confused, and slightly angry at the disruption.

"I'm so sorry but I forgot about this big assignment I have, it's due tomorrow. I need to go." Chanhee blurts out.

"Do it later, this is important son. Sit down." His father commanded.

"No, I have to work on it with Kevin. I'll go now."

Chanhee didn't stick around for further questioning, bolting out of the room. He could hear his father shouting his name, but he ignored it. Grabbing his white hoodie from the living room, he pulled it on, getting himself into the elevator. He took off his button up, and sweater, since they felt uncomfortable under his hoodie, ditching them in the bin outside his building. 

With no thought, Chanhee hiked up his hood, walking into the darkness of the night. He didn't know the exact time, his phone had been left at home, but he could guess it was probably 9 or 10. He headed downtown for no particular reason, he just wanted to get away from his life. 

Entering the familiar club, Chanhee started feeling an urge, desire maybe. He looked around, desperate to find that demon again. To his luck, he found some money in his pocket, enough to get him a single drink. He downed it in one go, immediately feeling the affects of the beverage. He wasn't scared to dance this time, moving his body to the music, basking in the red lights of the club.

A hand slipped to his waist, spinning the drunk angel around. Chanhee beamed, wrapping his arms around the person.

"I d-din't think I-I'd see...you here." He slurred.

Meeting twice in one day, who would have thought? Juyeon had intended to enjoy a night out with his old friends, not thinking he'd find a drunk Chanhee. 

"Shit Chanhee, you can't be in a place like this." Juyeon gulped, he looked around to make sure no one had noticed the angel. It was a good thing everyone was so drunk, no one payed any attention to him.

"I'll d-do what I w-want." Chanhee pouted, attempting to sway to the music.

Juyeon was worried, he knew Chanhee's status and worth, if anyone found out he was here, it would only mean bad things. He needed to get Chanhee out of there. Bending down, Juyeon threw the drunk boy over his shoulder, carrying him out the club.

Drunk Chanhee found this kind of fun, making the task easy for Juyeon. He felt his body against leather, then heard a door slam. The car started to move, with Chanhee falling asleep in the back seat. 

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Moonlight shone onto the boys face as he woke up. Sitting himself up, Chanhee winced at the aching feeling in his head. He peered around the room, recognizing the dark grey walls, black sheets, yet again in clothes that weren't his. Chanhee's heart skipped a beat, how did he get here?

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Chanhee wandered out of the room. There was a clock on the wall, reading 3:21. The open plan living room/kitchen looked the same as last time, with only one difference. Sat on the sofa, was a dark figure, that Chanhee could never forget.

"You're awake." He stated, not turning to look at the angel.

Chanhee creeped closer, his body feeling weightless, walking towards the demon. He made his way to Younghoon's side, curling up on the brown leather. His icy blue eyes stared at the boy, lips parted slightly, he didn't speak.

"Ask, I know you're dying too."

"How did I get here?" Chanhee questioned. All he knew was that one minute he was with Juyeon, then the next he was here.

"Juyeon brought you to me." Younghoon answered, finally looking at the boy. His red eyes burnt through Chanhee's soul, creating a thick tension among the boys.

"Why?"

"I told him about you."

Younghoon's deep voice was drastically different from Chanhee's soft one. He spoke with no smirk this time, seeming colder, more distant.

Chanhee cuddles himself in the big hoodie he had on, it had scents of pine, a scent he had come to miss. He knows the demons watching his every move, he can just feel it. Though he can't understand why, he wants to be close to him. Moving his body ever so slightly closer, he tests the waters for how far he can go. 

With no protest, Chanhee kept on moving, until his face was only inches from the demon, their noses brushing against each other. Younghoon's hot breath could be felt on his skin, even that slightly singed the angel. Those red eyes strayed to the pink lips that were longing to be kissed again.

"You know how much danger you're putting us both in by being here." Younghoon whispered, pushing his forehead against the angels.

Chanhee nodded, snaking his arms around Younghoon's neck. "I know, but I needed to come back." 

One final breath was let out, before the boys connected their lips. That fiery sensation raced through Chanhee's body again, feeling like an inferno that he could never control. The pain was worth the pleasure, Chanhee wanted more. He was desperate to go further, he needed to know what that felt like.

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