"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you sm...
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CHAPTER FOUR; manly whatnots
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DAYEON ESPINOZA WAS SHOWERING, LOST IN HIS THOUGHTS WHEN HE HEARD A SOUND COME FROM THE FLOOR BELOW HIM. He lived alone, and, Chloe, when he came to visit, the call called a head of type. The same with Daniel. Although there had been occasions were Daniel would arrive without notice, being practically dragged in by Trixie.
He flinched, eyes closed when he had accidentally rubbed over one of the scars. The bullet wound. That he had recently received. He tried to use the water to get the memories out of his head.
Jimmy slammed his head again the glass, blood splattering. "He's the devil!"
Lucifer threw Joe out a glass wall, a few feet away.
Dayeon pushed his soaked hair back, before it being plastered to his forehead. His head snapped up when hearing a clattering sound. He immediately shut off the water, wrapping the towel around his waist, he didn't bother to grab his robe, believing it would be a waste of time.
After all, someone broke into his house.
He grabbed the gun nearby, slowly and as quietly as he could walked down the stairs, gun raised up. He turned the corner, finding no one. He began to look around, finding that his stove was on.
A sound from the opposite side rang, immediately he pulled the gun to the side, stepping back slightly. "Lucifer?" He questioned in shock.
"Well, good morning, Detective," Lucifer breathed out, scanning the other male's body.
Dayeon realized, lately, that his towel had fallen to the ground, he quickly grabbed it from the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, wrapping the towel up higher, just below his ribs. To cover up some of the scars.
"Setting the table," Lucifer smiled as he gestured to the table.
"You broke into my house?" Dayeon asked back.
"Yes. Well, I hope you don't mind, but I made a little brekkie. You were taking forever in the shower. What do you do in there?"
"You are unbelievable!"
"Oh, thank you, but it's you who should take the compliment. Really kept things up since Hot Tub High School, haven't we? Or, even better-"
"I want to shoot you," Dayeon interrupted.
"Tease, do it. I'm immortal, remember? Uh, do you have any truffle oil?"
