When Seonghwa woke up, it was already morning. The light that was shining through the window was enough to blind him, and a groan of displeasure left his mouth.
A headache soon formed, and Seonghwa didn't like it one bit. Headaches were the worst in the morning.
He slowly opened his eyes, scanning his the room he was, only to discover that he wasn't in his room. Was he so tired last night that he didn't even check in which room he got?
He lifted his body only to sit back down because of a feeling of nausea. The lack of food was slowly catching up to him. But he pushed through it and lifted his body off the bed.
With slow and steady steps, he got to the door and opened it, walking through the corridor. He looked around him, and understood that he wasn't even in the right corridor his room was. That was suspicious.
He walked a little to stand on the top of the stairs but something stopped him. He smelled something, something that reminded of well cooked breakfast. What the..?
As he walked carefully down the stairs, he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Who was in his house?
Flashes of memories came to his mind, remembering slightly last night. He had met seven men, who introduced like the seven sins, if he remembered right. But these things don't actually exist right? His mind was hazy after this.
He walked warily, and stood in the doorway of the kitchen. More like, only his head could be shown, his body was glued to the wall. What he saw made his eyes pop out of his sockets.
Inside the kitchen stood the men from yesterday, maybe. Two of them where standing over the cooker, making what seemed to be breakfast. Two of them were serving the plates and three of them were already sitting on the table eating.
But one of the boys eating drew Seonghwas attention. He was eating so fast, but surprisingly he managed to stay clean. He had the biggest portion in his plate, and what seemed to be chicken filled his plate and mouth. But he seemed so beautiful, even like this.
Seonghwas stomach grumbled, making an obnoxious sound, his mouth watering at the sight of food. But this gain the attention of the men, who immediately turned to look at the new comer.
"Oh good morning there. Come and sit. We're almost over" The mullet guy, Hongjoong, said.
But Seonghwa stayed glued to his spot. If he was remembering right, and what they said was true, why was he still there? Why haven't he left yet? They said they were demons. But were they? Do demons like them, do all this domestic things?
"Hello. Earth to Seonghwa. Come on, we don't bite. You don't have to be afraid of us" The guy stuffed with chicken said, maybe Yeosang?
Seonghwa found himself strangely relaxing after hearing that, and made a hesitant step towards the kitchen.
"G good morning" He said barely above a whisper, not wanting to be rude.
"There you are, gorgeous. Now take a sit next to Mingi and Yeosang there. We are preparing your food" Jongho was the one to talk. And again with that nickname. He was anything but that. Do these people like to lie?
"Umm I'm not really hungry" Lies, lies, lies. Seonghwa was starving. But what was he gonna do? What if he had another panic attack?
"Nonsense. Your stomach was heard from miles away. Now sit. You don't have to eat everything" Yeosang said and passed him a plate.
Yeosang was gonna make sure that this little human ate today. He was the Gluttony demon after all. His appetite was huge, and chicken was one of his weak spots. But what he loved, and gained his power from, was when humans ate. But not the amount to keep them alive. No. The excessive portions they ate, just to satisfy their stomach. Their desire for food was fueled by pleasure and nothing else. Yeosang loved them to see them wasting their lives eating until they were stuffed to the brim. Humans were worse than animals. Animals eat to live, but humans live to eat.
But with Seonghwa, everything seemed to change. And that scared him. He wanted to feed Seonghwa, but not because he wanted to feel powerful or to destroy the young boy. More like, he wanted him to stay alive. He was a walking skeleton, his bones visible even with those baggy clothes.
Seonghwa looked at the plate in front of him, seeing only a pancake instead of a stack, and some slices of a fruit.
Why were they being nice to him?
