How to be a Villain

4. The Greatest Weapon

Wooyoung's hair was getting longer. Yeosang offered him to cut it once and though Wooyoung almost said yes just to feel the touch of his hands on his scalp, he held back. He liked how he looked with it and the long strands seemed to catch Yeosang's attention when they hung into his eyes. Since Yeosang never told him to get rid of anything that might obstruct his sight from their lessons, Wooyoung smugly assumed the look complimented him.

He accepted Yeosang's refusal and didn't pry for more. His respect towards his master succeeded all selfish wants. But inside Wooyoung, his awe and lust persisted. If Yeosang ever caught him staring inappropriately, he didn't mention it.

They overcame the long nights of winter with early rest. After a day of sparring, Wooyoung would go inside to rest his aching muscles and make some food. Yeosang usually spent another hour teaching him with books and tales before they slowed down in the cosy dream of the snow-covered hut. Their heat stored inside so well, making Wooyoung lazy and complacent. On nights like today, he liked to idle before bed, head propped on his arms as his legs kicked in the air and he watched Yeosang mulling over his scriptures. His features were calm like a river, hiding any currents below as his uncanny beauty needed no poise.

When Yeosang's eyes suddenly darted up, Wooyoung flinched. He glanced away, pretending to be busy with the hair tickling his cheekbone. Next to his master's superior attractiveness, he felt like an ugly duckling.

Yeosang spoke up and his deep hum had Wooyoung's tail curl in the air.

"I have to send a letter. Don't wait for me before sleep," he informed Wooyoung. He was often out at night, either for some missions for their Lady, or even just for recreation and to leave both of them some space apart from each other for a while. As much as both of them benefited from the peace of mind, Wooyoung also hated that loneliness. The hut was so boring without Yeosang to look at and he preferred to fall asleep with the tickle in his heart that knew the other demon wasn't far from him.

Perhaps it was those very sentiments Wooyoung should work out during his time alone today. He rarely was so infatuated. What he usually needed from other demons was some good dick, not the delight of their constant presence.

Not that Wooyoung doubted Yeosang could provide him with both if only he wanted. But as a flirt who swore never to settle down, these emotional bonds were scary new territory. Adoration was scary new territory.

The door clicked shut behind Yeosang as he left into the night. His feet crunched in the snow as he strolled off without a hurry. Wooyoung could vividly picture his unmatched beauty coming forth most in nature, yet outshining everything around him. He was like some eldritch forest deity, mysterious yet terrifying under that flawless appearance. Though this wasn't their world, nature and its animals knew of their kin and the terror they could bring upon a whim. Even Yeosang's softest step made all plants cower in submission.

Giddy, Wooyoung rolled on his back. He wanted to see more of Yeosang. Wanted to see him fight against the heavenly bastards, wanted to see him doused in golden blood yet so ethereal as he swiped the hair from his brows. If he ever visited Wooyoung in hell, he would get to see his horns and wings. What shape would his tail have?

Swamped with imaginations that didn't help his purpose of taking distance and returning to his playful ways, Wooyoung giggled to himself. When his eyes fell on Yeosang's coat in the corner, he fell quiet.

Darkness stretched before the windows and snow tumbled in thick flocks. Demons didn't freeze easily but Yeosang shouldn't go out in only his cotton clothing. Did he at least take his shawl? Clearly, he liked its cosiness, but whenever he huddled into it, Wooyoung wondered if he got cold in the snow.