Red Lights- Bang Chan × Hwang Hyunjin

Wake

Chan watched the black silk fabric draping down the stranger's shoulders, honey colored limbs hiding behind the see-through robe. The long sleeves were split and showed off the inked arms and the carelessly grown raven hair fell over the shoulders. A haladie blade calmly rested in the grip waiting for the owners command.

The stranger turned around surprisingly, the robe moving apart from the front revealing his marked chest, with scars and runes. A nephilim... more specifically someone he knew.

The boy stepped towards him, over the thick carpet of grass. The edge of his robe grazed over the tips of the gypsophila that grew on the narrow path. The cold dew drops dampen his bare feet as he walked towards Chan.

"You look beautiful." He said pulling the boy to him, a hand sliding around the waist making him let out a giggle.

Chan leaned down taking the soft lips in his, tasting the fresh flavor of cherries. He took the other's free hand in his, gently caressing the thumb over.

"Hyunjin you look really beautiful." He whispered with a last peck.

"I don't Chan. Stop lying." Hyunjin replied while buckling his weapon behind him.

"What do you mean you don't." The demon said, ones again bringing the boy on to his chest as he teasingly dragged the tips of his fingers over the skin of the sides. Hyunjin sighed and rested his head on Chan's shoulder. "Absolutely stunning, inside out. Too bad all mine."

The nephilim hummed. "All yours." Hyunjin let his hand climb on to the older's face and the other arm slung over the shoulder, slowly leading in to a kiss. "Kiss me..."

They kissed, lips latching on each other and lazily dancing together. Chan pushed the nephilim back on to a bark of a tree behind him and took his chin between his fingers, lifting his face up.

Hyunjin whimpered...

... painfully.

"Cha-Chan..."

The demon pulled apart, confused about the sudden gasp the boy made. Hyunjin dropped on to his knees, his hand holding his stomach and blood was oozing out through his fingers.

"Hyunjin!" Chan held him, laying his head over the lap while his hand pressed over the bleeding wound. The boy reached out for his hand and Chan had no other choice than holding it.

"Chan..."

"Don't talk Jin ... let me just heal you." He was panicking, seeing Hyunjin struggling to hold on to his life.

"Listen..." the nephilim said, calmly cupping his lover's face. "You c-can't. It's not possible. You sh-should move on... ah... from me..."

"No. No." Feeling his heart shatter, Chan shook his head. He bent down connecting their foreheads together, lightly, as his energy passed in to the latter.

"You can't Chan... you are hurting yourself." Hyunjin said almost in a whisper. His hand's were becoming cold and shaky. "J-just know... I love you. I always will."

Chan gasped, his body darting forward to sit up on the cold bed. Shivers passed down his back as pearly drops of sweat flowed down his cheeks and neck. His breath was heavy and he panted.

The room was dark, as usual and the silvery rays of the moon flowed in, falling through the window, which was... open.

He never leaves his window open but it was open, the wind sneaking in as the grey curtains moved , giving glimpse of a shadow.

"Hyunjin?" He called out and the boy didn't turn around instead he kept standing there with a knife on his hand.

"Hyunjin, what are you doing?" Chan got out of the bed.

"Dying." The nephilim replied dragging the blade over his wrist, deeply opening the flesh. The thick liquid poured down like red wine, damping the rug below. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at the demon, who was trying to reach him but couldn't.

"No! Don't do that!"

Chan felt as if he was stuck to the floor, the ground holding on to him strongly. He wanted to reach for the boy but he couldn't. Tears steamed down his face , not wanting to see how the liveliness drain from Hyunjin's face. He was pale, almost dead and his eyes were emotionless. He started leaving back on to the window, bending way too dangerously.

"Hyunjin please."

"I'm not staying here anymore. Not any longer. I have had enough." The shadowhunter dropped the blade, falling back out of the window.

He shot his eyes open, feeling scared and confused. He was a demon. He wasn't supposed to be scared but he was. He could feel that he was crying or maybe he still was. It felt real. So real that was confused if he was still dreaming or not. He bit his arm, tasting his own blood dissolving over his tongue and retreated his hand back just to see the bitten mark healing.

It was real...

He had really woken up from the dreadful dream...

Chan pushed the covers away and stood up waking over to the window where he saw the nephilim die. There weren't a single drop of blood on the perfectly fine rug.

He had seen the stranger in the black robe before in dreams but he never saw his face but today he even knew his name... Hyunjin. They kissed... he died...

Déjà vu... the demon felt it, as if he knew the boy from years ago but he had never met him before.

"This is so fucked up." Chan mumbled and left his room, going in to the room right infront of him.

The boy lay on the bed, passed out in deep slumber and... naked, the slender frame, black ink overlapping each other to form angelic power... but Chan wouldn't lie, he was an angel... extremely beautiful. His hands were still bounded with chains and the wrists were slightly bleeding and a glimmer metal rested over his naval.

How come Chan didn't notice?

Hyunjin was shivering with the coldness in the realm and the demon sighed reaching out for a blanket and covered him.

"Who are you pretty nephilim ?"