Red Lights- Bang Chan × Hwang Hyunjin

What is right is our love

*sorry for any mistake

Han had just ended the call and Hyunjin entered their new room in Hong Kong, where Chan was talking with Seonghwa , who had come to see what had actually happened.

"Han says that they are searching for us." The nephilim confessed, internally facing an entire storm by himself. His colour had drained from his skin and he felt dizzy.

"Are Han and Minho in trouble?"
Chan asked, knowing what could happen as he pulled the hoy to sit next to him, their hands entwined together.

"No. They said that they didn't meet us after I disappeared. So, they aren't in trouble but the council is searching for us. I don't understand how they got to know it was us." Hyunjin pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut with boiling stress.

"Why don't we go to our realm?"
Suggested the other demon, trying to help his friends as much as could but Chan sighed in return, conflicted.

"Its nephilim we are talking about. They will find a way to come to us and that will put you and Joong in danger. I can't do that and make you guys suffer for decisions I made for myself."

Seonghwa obliged, valuing his lover's safety over his own yet there was something dangerous tugging at his heart whispering that the future isn't as bright as now.

Eventually, after long deep conversations, he as well left, letting Hyunjin and Chan be alone in their small apartment.

Falling at his knees, Hyunjin broke down a bit, breathing a bit heavily in to Chan's chest. Usually the caressing at his back would calm him but he couldn't stop the scary predictions that played with his weak mind, suffocating.

"I promise it will be alright." The demon whispered, his fingers softly raking through the obsidian locks of hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla. "Whatever that happens, we will be all together. Believe me, Yeah?"

"This is so wrong, Channie..." Hyunjin sobbed, hands gripping at the latter's shirt. "They are so wrong. Why can't we love whoever we want?"

"That's how it is, love. The world could be song wrong when what is right is our love. I love you so much."

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After a hectic evening, Chan was able to put the younger in to a quite satisfying slumber but he was wide awake, feeling strange at their new place. His mind was racing even to the smallest sound he heard around them and it was very bothersome, guilty of what he had brought upon the poor boy but love was never wrong.

He wanted to destroy everyone that pointed their fingers at them and just live in peace with whom he love but it was going to be hard. He knew it very well, more than anyone.