HELL IN HEAVEN | J.JK FF ✔

16. Rights

J U N G K O O K

Same.
Everything's just the same.

I don't even know what I'm doing. What was my mission and what am I doing.

What am I doing?

Unfortunately, I'm cuddled up with my "sweet-sweet" demon brother because he's sick and wanted to have some family-blood affection. It's not some common sickness that humans generally have but a rare kind of illness, that only the Clairvoyant goes once in every year. Even twice, sometimes.

It was about time. Clairvoyants have the ability to peek into the future and go to the past, when it gets too extreme to bear the pain of the sickening beauty, he/she feels sick.

For sure, this mortal world holds a lot of triggering experiences that could shatter a soul without the means of emotions. But then, it's me who has to suffer because I can't keep on cuddling with a freaking 27-year-old thug who has been anything but mature.

"You, you hate me a lot these days."
Taehyung whines beneath the covers after I gave up on giving him a whole day accompany.

"Maybe that's what you deserve." I completed ignored his silly complains and headed to the kitchen- to make him the healing soup.

I cook average but mates tell me that I'm the best 5-star chef and 5-star course meal. I mean, I can't blame them. Healing soup is a traditional soup with nothing but ancient natural potions and some herbs with green vegetables.

We are demons but green vegetables are the cure of every disease, species and issues. One spoonful bite of the soup and boom, there's this magical reformation in your insides.

Legends say that the potions used in the soup are actually some amount of strength from our ancestors. Some say that this soup decreases life span but highly increases the immune strength. Which indirectly or directly means that this healing soup isn't a joke to play with.

Taehyung has the pure blood of a demon, or you can say blood of a pure devil. So I assume such things can not affect him in any way. But who can withstand the Great Almighty?

I prepare the extra -ordinary soup with zero concentration because all of my focus suddenly directed towards the only source of my concentration these days.

Kiara.

Why does she looks like a heart-breaking song? She looks like a melody, the one I can't seem to re-call. But surely my favourite melody. Not the one, but the only.

Witnessing her devastation breaks me apart. I've never felt this hopeless since the unforgettable tragedy. Having her as my fake girlfriend was meant for some selfish reasons then why do I fight the urge to make her as my real one?

I just hope that I don't mess it up before it's too late. Too late to realise and make up things.

I pour the prepared soup into a suitable bowl and take it to the sick devil. Hell never leaves me.

K I A R A
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"They escaped from their castle and lived happily! .... End of the story..... Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, though I was laughing internally as I exactly knew the reason of his glare.

"Why do you like reading books so much, love?" His tone held so much of jealousy that I couldn't help but to laugh whole heartily.

Blood crawled to his heated face.

"Hey! You dare not laugh on my face you little devil." And with that, he start tickling me so hard that for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

We both were star-crossed lovers, had no idea of what was love but we loved each other. We didn't know any boundaries neither of the consequces of love but we loved, respected, adored and worshipped each other without a question, without a word.

As if he was meant for me.
As if we were meant to be.

He defied time and fate for love.
I refused norms & beliefs for him.

He stood up for me.
I had his back everytime.

He sang for me.
I danced with him.

He was the artist.
I was his muse.

He handled my worst self.
I tamed his monsters as mine.

He, himself, was my defination of love and I knew I was a forever goner when I couldn't picture a future without him. As if a future in his absence doesn't exists in my universe.

The man who made me feel feels, was the only man who could make me feel feels. This should sound scary but I was rather thrilled.

I trusted him.
With my everything.
And soon enough, he became my everything unapologetically.

Did all of this felt right? Yes.

Was all of this really right? No.

To be continued~
End of chapter 16: Rights

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I won't say much, I'm so sorry.