heaven's demon | purinz

- 8

6:56.

The red glare of numbers stared tauntingly from Yunjin's bedside table.

She watched them shimmer in the lazy light of morning, a stray few dust particles floating past as 56 flipped to 57. A silent exhale rolled through her as she blinked away the burn of their glow, reaching out a hand to silence the alarm readying itself to go off.

Lifting up onto her elbows, Yunjin groaned at the prickly scratch of insomnia that clung behind her eyelids as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Her heavy footfalls thudded in her ears as she padded her way to the bathroom. A buzzing haze softened and muddled her senses, her limbs heavy and body floating within the strange limbo that came from never having truly fallen asleep.

Stopping short in front of the mirror, Yunjin struggled to keep her gaze trained on her own weary eyes, taking in the ragged face staring back.

Head so thoroughly a mess the evening before, Yunjin had all but thrown herself into her apartment when she'd gotten home. Unable to stomach the idea of facing herself, she'd stripped herself of the clothes that still lingered with the scent of spicy perfume, shoving them in her hamper before retreating to the safety of her bed.

But staring at the smudges of old eye makeup and a faded stain of lipstick that did not match any shade she owned, Yunjin realized she'd done nothing more than delay the inevitable gut punch of the situation.

She'd had sex with Chaewon.

No, she corrected herself as she leaned forward and rested her hands on the sink... She'd had sex with a demon.

Her stomach flipped at the memory, guilt pulling at her insides even as images of the night before flashed through her mind. Images of soft skin bound in even softer scraps of lace, of the heady feeling of seeing that cocky look wiped so thoroughly from the sharp and goading face. The quiet calls of pleasured exultation, the breathy and euphoric chanting of Yunjin's name that ricocheted through the office.

She gripped the porcelain in a white-knuckled grip as she remembered the clinging warmth and wetness wrapped so tight around her fingers.

"Stop it," she huffed at herself, smooshing her face in her hands for a moment to clear the gathering fog. Without another upward glance she stripped and turned the shower on full blast, hissing at the burning sting of the water as she willed her mind to remain blank.

It was a mistake.

It's that simple.

Nothing more ever needed to come of it, she resolutely told herself as she scrubbed and scraped every inch of herself clean.

Skin steaming, raw and pink, Yunjin went about readying herself for the day as if everything were normal. Because it would be normal. She had decided as much to herself as she'd tossed and turned through the night.

It was a mistake.

One that she planned on fixing.

And though the mental image of Chaewon standing silhouetted in her office doorway, half naked and face looking the very picture of resigned hurt, made Yunjin's heart twist in a way she had zero intention of contemplating, she realized how silly all this really was.

Chaewon was a demon for Christ sake, Yunjin reminding herself of that fact at regular intervals throughout her entire morning routine. She'd be fine. Yunjin was the only one Yunjin needed to worry about, nodding to herself once again that if anything, she should be the one upset.