❝the demon's bet❞ - lee heeseung.

1

Today was like any day in summer. You got off the bed groggily, striding past the stand-alone mirror you owned, catching a glimpse of your tired self, perceiving something black attached at the back. You brushed it off, assuming your eyes were playing tricks on you from not getting adequate rest.

Disregarding it, you shuffled down the stairs, "good morning mum," you muttered a greeting, a loud yawn escaping your mouth. You brought a hand to your mouth, continuously yawning from exhaustion as your mother wished you back with a happy birthday y/n.

Right, it's your birthday, your long-awaited 19th birthday. You didn't think much of it, shrugging it off like another day over the years, except stuffing your face with a bunch of cake.

"good morning dad," you pause to look at similar raven wings peeking from your father's back. "what's that?" you examined bluntly. "oh, good morning and happy birthday, y/n," he responded as you quipped a brief thank you and lingered remaining for his answer, your foot thumping on the carpeted floor impatiently.

"dad," You called out again, watching him bake your cake, professionally slicing a thin layer from the freshly baked pastry. "hmm?" He hummed back in outmost concentration towards the cake, your cake.

"what's with the wings? It's my birthday and April fools day, not Halloween," You said, rolling your eyes, a scoff emitting from the part of your lips. Your birthday occurred on the agonizing day of perpetual stunts and antics from those around.

Another reason you took no one seriously during your birthday is being pranked every year by friends or family. Yes, it was fun for them but was it always fun for you? Not really, but you kept those thoughts to yourself, not wanting to burden others.

You thought you did a reasonably good job of keeping thoughts to yourself. You lived life regularly as the typical routine of being l,n y/n that rolled in a loop like a busted cassette tape.

You got satisfactory grades, have a good family, live in an ornate house, have good friends, and whatnot. Though you yearned for something, for anything out of the mundane but never performed upon them, enabling them to simmer down and constantly build in your heart.

Assuming you received what you desired as your father answers your query with a laugh, "right, you can see them now..." he says, the laughter dying down as you gape at him, looking blank.

"what,"

Your mom stepped in, setting her hand on your shoulder." you see, y/n, you're extraordinary," she expressed, a small smile grazing her lips as thousands of questions spewed through your head.

What do they suggest by that? You went about your whole life believing you were the most normal individual in existence, having engrained it in your subconscious for years together, yet your mom spoke the contradictory?

"yeah, sure," You sneered sarcastically. Dad had altered his focus from the cake to you before he voiced the unpredictable, "you're half-demon, y/n."

Silence followed as your jaw fell open. Whether this was some sick April fools joke or not, you didn't like it.

"say psych," you say, a wry chuckle leaving your now dry mouth, a tight-lipped smile trickling past your front, expression screaming for help. Your mom darted to her husband, communicating a knowing gaze of sympathy, speechlessness sustaining the atmosphere.

What the fuck.

Acknowledging that your dad's how you're half demon-ness, your mom is the mortal part of the sum. Not sparing them another glance, you dash up to your room. You stood tall in front of the mirror, taking in the picture of yourself with ebony wings.

Straining your back to the mirror, you twist your head back to get a better view. You possessed black wings, along the ends dipped in red. You adjusted your long black, luscious hair that you'd grown in years together, feeling that it looked plain.

You had to admit it looked cool, but that doesn't dismiss the fact that you were lied to, not by just your family, but it turns out it included your dearest friends, whom you thought you knew everything about until you didn't.

Jayoon, your best friend, appeared by your side. She took a seat on your bed, a genuine smile painted across her lips. "hi y/n, happy birthday," She spoke, handing you her gift. You smiled at her but then stared at the same raven wings you and your dad had, your smile dropping. "so you knew too," You sigh, disappointment building inside you.

The now identified demon realized you were referring to her wings, the girl slumping her head low, "please tell me this is some sick prank everyone's in on," you say, hoping it was a twisted prank.

The girl gapes, thinking of what to convey to make you feel better by even the slightest, "i would've told you, but there are reasons no one could tell you," she pauses, pitying your disheveled form.

"but hey, you have cool wings with red ends!" she expressed cheerfully, concluding the sentence that admired your jet black wings.

"thanks, but that's the merely good thing," you convey, gaze turning frigid, "imagine being lied to by your friends and family for 19 years straight," you retort, annoyed. You head out of your room with a hoodie thrown over you, leaving yoon to herself in the confines of the four walls.