지금 울지마 ( Now Dont Cry ) { Yungi, Seongjoong, Woosan, Yeojong}

Confused

Once Yeosang got home with Jongho , they actually didn't do anything other than kiss and watch a movie cuddled up before sleeping .

But that was for Jongho , Yeosang woken up in the middle of the night with a stinging pain on his wrist .

He rushed to the bathroom holding his wrist as he hissed at the pain , he yanked up his sleeve to see an etching on his arm .

G3t ûp , yøûr fîrßt vîçtîm ãwæîtß.

Flashed across his vision were the distorted words , the etching on his arm revealing to be a heart that seemed to be dripping in ink as the heart was black , probably the tattoo Seonghwa talked about .

" What the hell does this even mean? " He muttered to himself , his finger running down the tattoo now fairly permanently etched into his arm .
Yeosang looked in the mirror and found himself in his angel form .

" Ohfuck , shit does this mean... This is the day I have to stay this way for a whole 24 hours ?! What the fuck do I do about Jongho?! Oh please noooo " Yeosang groaned , he bit his lip and ruffled his hair in anger , " Fuck fuck fuck fuck! He's gonna look for me ! What the hell do I do?! I wish I was just like Seonghwa ! Damn it " Yeosang sighed and fell to the ground , crouching in the position .

" Well fuck , I guess I gotta get this over with " Yeosang stood up and looked around , figuring out how he could leave . His eyes landed on the bathroom window but he knew he wasnt gonna be able to get through .

So he had no choice but to sneak out the room .

He succeeded somehow and smiled to himself for it .

Yeosang looked around and looked at his tattoo , then he heard a voice .

" Hi . I'm the source of your power , call me Haven . You can tell me everything as I'm basically a part of you . We're kinda short on time right now so I suggest we go and well... Get this over with . "

He grew wide eyed and looked around for the source of the voice , of course , he couldnt find it .

" Oi , Yeosang , I'm in your head . I'll show you myself when I feel like it . Now let's go " Haven spoke .

Yeosang sighed and rolled his eyes ,
" Now I have to deal with a weird voice guy in my head... This day can't possibly get worse " Yeosang complained , " I guess it can , if you meet a soul stealer . Yes " the voice spoke again .

Yeosang just whined and started going to the place his little voice instructed him to , right now , it's the only thing he could trust for guidance .
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" Mingi , what are you doing ? " Yunho's voice could be heard from the doorway of the bedroom as Mingi froze at the stairs . Mingi pursed his lips before turning around with a guilty look on his face , " Um... Just... Going to drink some water... " Mingi trailed off , Yunho sighed and shook his head , going to peck Mingi's cheek first before reminding him to come back upstairs before he went to the room himself .

Mingi sighed as he quietly exited the house , his eyes finally setting on the sky .

" I'm not sure... But I think something is gonna happen... Something big.... "
Mingi muttered to himself as a soft breeze blew across his skin , making him get goosebumps .

Mingi turned around to get back in the house , he climbed up the stairs and entered his and Yunho's bedroom . Yunho was laying on the bed with his eyes closed , those which barely opened to the sound of the door opening .

Yunho held his arms up and apart , seemingly signaling for Mingi to lay in his arms , and that was easily done by Mingi who didn't mind being cuddled to sleep at all .
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" Here we are , it's this old man " the voice spoke in Yeosang's head again , Yeosang looked at the old man laying in the bed , his skin pale but he seemed rich .

" What do I do ? " Yeosang asked in his mind , " Look for his spirit , it's somewhere in this house . " Haven spoke . Yeosang exited the bedroom and roames the Halls of the mansion to look for the spirit .

" Haven... It's kinda creepy here... " Yeosang muttered , his feet slowly and carefully sliding across the wooden floor , " I know... If you're threatened , you know , just tell me to summon your weapon and I'll do it . I'll summon it myself if it's really needed " Haven assured , his voice dissapearing again .

Yeosang entered a dimly lit room to find a spirit , or figure on the swivel chair . It seemed to be some kinda of study .

It was definitely the old man .

" U-um... Mister... I'm.... Here for you... " Yeosang spoke , " You're next task is to complete his one final wish so quick " Haven spoke again , " Um... I'm , here to fulfill your wish... " Yeosang spoke , " My wish...? You can do that ? " The old man finally spoke in a raspy voice as he got up , Yeosang didn't know what to do so he just nodded , " Yes , that " he spoke .

The old man stopped in front of him and smiled , " Can you please bring me to Eidith's grave ? I want to see her again " the old man spoke . Yeosang nodded assuringly , " Yes , I can . You have to follow me but trust me though
" Yeosang spoke , the old man nodded ,
" Anything . "
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" Ok , around this grave and we're there " Haven's voice echoed the directions as Yeosang followed .

They finally reach the stone and the old man fell to his knees , his eyes staring tearing and he mumbled sorrys .

Yeosang stood in emotion as he watched the old man speak to his deceased wife , apologizing for not being a good husband and not visiting her .

" I-i'm- done " the old man sniffled as he stood up , Yeosang nodded and wiped away the small tear that formed in his eye before going back to Haven's instructions .

" Ok , I'll summon your weapon . You have to bless him by tapping the end of your weapon onto his shoulders while reading out the blessing , " Shall thy accend to the heavens and live a kingly afterlife , reconcile with the ones lost and live a perfect blessing " , then you're done . You gotta stay like this for a while tho so... Yeah " Haven spoke , his voice trailing off guiltily by the end . Yeosang sighed and shook his head , " Gimme my weapon , Haven " Yeosang ordered , making a long katana appear in his hand , it scared the old man but he just stepped back before stepping forward again .

Yeosang cleared his throat and placed the tip on the old man's one shoulder , reading out the chant , " Shall thy accent to the heavens and live a kingly afterlife, reconcile with the ones lost and live a perfect blessing " , the old man turned to dust and flew away into the night sky .

He sighed and looked at himself ,
" Fuck , now I need to call Seonghwa . "