DEVIL'S DESIRE

TWENTY - THREE

Kim Taehyung POV
After putting Haneul on the black leather couch, I put on my shirt and keep the knife that I was about to use on my wings hidden. I leave the office and look at one of the guard. "Do not let anyone enter. Including the six of them." He nods, understanding my statement. I head downstairs to the main floor and notice the man sitting at the end of the VIP lounge with strippers on the pole. I walk over to him and look at the ladies. "Leave." I ordered and they immediately leave the room.

"Mood spoiler. What do you want, son?" He asked as I settle down next to him. "Your human form makes you look like we're in the same age so lets cut off the father-son relationship as of now." I said while lighting up my cigarette. "You knew what is exactly happening to me don't you? The pair of wings on my back. What in the hell was that all about? Am I cupid or something?" The devil laughed at my words. "What do you expect, Taehyung? Half of my blood flows in you. I'm a devil who was once an angel. We all have wings. So do demons. Be grateful that yours is a beautiful black feathery wings. Cause those demons in hell, their wings are ugly as hell." I could sense the lame ass pun he added in that final word.

"I want to remove it. I walk on earth and I'm a human being. Plus..." I pause and shut myself up. "Plus what? You're afraid that the detective will find out the truth when you two have another round of sex?" I spare the man a sharp glance. "I've met her before, Taehyung and let me tell you something. Her mind is clouded with you in it. She might act tough but deep down, she's a weakass whore when it comes to your touch. I guess you got the charms from me." I don't have the mood to focus on Haneul.
"Remove my wings. I don't want it. It hurts and not useful for me." I said and the devil just leaned back on the leather couch. "Trust me, you will need to use it in the future. Don't bother removing it. You can easily hide it all you want from the rest." This is wasting my time. I got up and leave the lounge.

I head back to my office and the detective is up, sitting on the couch. Her hair is messy and she look pale. "You're in my office." I said as I walk over to my desk and sat on the office chair. "Here is a vitamin drink to sober you up." I said as I placed a sealed bottle of a small vitamin drink. "Urgh what time is it?" She asked and I look at the watch. "Almost four. The club is closing soon. You're just in time to be awake." I reply as I look at her resting her head on the couch headrest. Haneul slowly got up and make her way to the desk. She then take the bottle and unseal it before necking it down. She dispose the bottle and put on her jacket. "You're not going to ride in this condition aren't you?" I asked and she just lift up her hand before walking towards the door. "I'll manage." With that she left my office.

Haneul POV
I quickly leave the club and get on my motorcycle. I speed my way back home and trying to distract myself from thinking. My heart rate is as equal as the speed of my motorcycle. My hands been trembling since just now just that I had to not make it obvious. I need to get this over and done with as soon as possible. Once I've reached home, the house is dark and I'm assuming that both my parents are fast asleep. I quickly run upstairs to my late brother's room, close the door and lock it. I take off my jacket and begin to run through his wardrobe where his clothes are.

One by one, I inspect the drawers and every corner of the wardrobe until I push the wall towards the end of it. "Bingo." I whispered to myself. Knowing Ki Hyung, I'm sure that man had his way of keeping things to himself. There was a stack of books and papers hidden behind the wall. I begin to pull them out and placed it on the floor quietly. Hoping that I do not wake my parents up. I sat on the corner of hie bed and look at the books for a few long seconds. The first book I took from the stack was written as
'HIDDEN WORLD IN SEOUL.'

I begin to flip through the book. The content is somewhat similar to the letters in his case files that were burnt along with the rest recently. But this book, seems like it is written in more details.

"While we people in Seoul are busy chasing for time and working hard for incomes, there are a group of people that have their way of finding easy money. Easy money as in making deal in the dark world. Categorizing dark world into many types. Drug dealings, child labour, women prostitution... but something beyond what we can imagine. Dealing with the devil himself. Yes, I do believe that such thing exist. People close to me are even part of it. I'm scared and worried for my loved ones. What if they're being pulled into this world too?

There are many type of cults that live within our society and one of them, the devil worshipper cult. The only cult that worship the devil himself. They exist. These murder cases and symbols that were left on their victims tells me more than just a normal murder case. But what can I say? No one believes me. When I bring up about it, people just laughed and called me an idiot for believing such urban legend. I did my research well. I just need to go deeper and discover more. I believe angels and demons existence so is God and Devil. They might walk among us but we never know.

I flip through and there are drawings of the symbols that he mentioned in the entry. I frowned when I saw that few of the symbols. The ones that are tattooed on Taehyung's body. I close the book and let out a sigh. The things I did back then at The Royals... was it worth it? Yes. Pretending that I am ultimately drunk from that one shot of fireball whiskey. The fact that I am not a lightweight and those teammates of mine had no idea. Pretending to be drunk was fun until I saw something right in front of my eyes which caused me to blackout immediately.

I woke up in that room alone, searching through his things but all of his drawers are locked. When he came back, I pretend that I just woke up and still recovering from being hangover. At that very moment I begin to question myself. What shall be my next move? Continue to pretend and play along with every of his moves or make him confess the truth. My mind snapped back to reality. I took out that one important evidence from my jeans pocket and look at the feather that I found on the floor near his desk. "Costume party my ass." I'm sure it is real..

A pair of huge black feathered wings. Taehyung is more than just a human being...