It took Seungcheol months to heal and recover from the tourture, but thankfully, Jeonghan was there for him every step of the way.
"You know you don't have to take care of me all the time." Seungcheol pouted as Jeonghan gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Well, since I can't go to earth anymore and mess with humans, I have ALOT of free time on my hands." Jeonghan said as he placed a kiss on Seungcheol knuckles.
"If you say so." Seungcheol smiled as he felt Jeonghan's hand lightly trace patterns across his back.
Like all fallen angels, Seungcheols wings had burned off in the fall. All he had left of them was a single feather, which was half burnt.
"I don't know, I like the look of it." Was what Seungcheol would respond with when Jeonghan asked him why he kept the feather.
His eyes stayed the same bright blue, but his hair had gone from platinum to pitch black. "I have to admit, you look sexy with black hair." Jeonghan would often tell Seungcheol when he caught the angel observing himself in a mirror.
"To you, I'm sexy no matter what. You thought I was sexy covered in blood." Seungcheol teased.
"I'm the devil, what do you expect?" Jeonghan shrugged as he placed a long kiss on his boyfriends neck. "Now, are you finally going to tell me what's wrong?" He asked, light wrapping his arms around Seungcheol's waist.
"I think you can guess." Seungcheol sighed. "I'm thinking about Jisoo." Seungcheol admitted, he hadn't stopped thinking about his best friend since he left.
"I guess I just haven't come to terms with the point that I won't ever see him again since Hell has been closed off from earth." Seungcheol said as Jeonghan paused.
"Wait, seungcheol - that's not true!" Jeonghan said, and Seungcheol could see the gears turning in his head.
