Angel's Kisses

>two

"Go to Hell!"

"Already there, baby," Donghyuck grins, smirking like the devil himself as he leans back against their black car, teasingly.

Jeno guesses being the son of Satan does reflect onto the person somehow.

"Oh fuck off," Renjun snarls, kicking his feet up on Mark's lap, who's sitting in the driver's seat.

"Can't handle the heat?" Jeno asks, joining in on the teasing with Donghyuck. He always does this, just because he knows it irks Renjun and Mark in just the right and amusing ways.

"You two are the worst," Mark groans, however still unable to hide the way his lips curl upwards.

"Hell's finest," Donghyuck shrugs arrogantly, bowing down as Jeno follows suit. "Son of the literal devil himself." He introduces.

"And Satan's favourite demon," Jeno adds, winking nauseatingly at Renjun, who quite literally gags.

"We have to get going soon," Mark says, interrupting whatever role play Jeno and Donghyuck were getting themselves into. "Jeno has to stalk his little crush now."

"I think it's terrifying how you have a set schedule of where and when to go to watch him," Renjun adds, removing his legs from Mark's lap and getting comfortable in the passenger's seat.

Jeno and Donghyuck hop into the two back seats, the former quickly gathering words to defend himself.

"I'm a fucking demon Renjun, what do you want me to do? Innocently pine?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the sheer ridiculousness of the idea itself.

"Excluding the innocent part, isn't pining all you've been doing for the past hundred and fifty years?" Donghyuck smirks, earning howling laughter from Mark, as he puts his key into the ignition, and a snort from Renjun.

"I'm a demon," Jeno counters, huffing.

"Stop acting like that's your only personality trait," Mark says, scrunching up his nose.

"It's not my only personality trait. I also have a shit ton of scars," Jeno argues, motioning his hand across his chest. "Hundreds of little blemishes."

"Ignoring how that's a physical trait and not a personality trait, still nothing to tell you about where those scars come from?" Renjun asks, referring to how Jeno had died.

Every creature, demons, angels and all things alike, have something which lets them know how they died in their previous life. Demons have physical mutilations that portray how they've passed, and as far as Jeno knows, angels have trauma from how they passed. Something to do with how angels had to stay pretty, and couldn't have any physical flaws.

For example, Mark has purple electricity running through his body instead of viens, from being struck by lighting. Just like how viens are visible through human skin, Mark's electricity is visible through his skin. Renjun has a permanent chain around his neck, something thick which dangles and has a blood coating, along with where the chain cut into his throat, from being strangled to death. And Donghyuck, well, he is the son of the devil so he never really died to get into Hell. He just has fiery red hair, but that's expected.

As for Jeno, all he can go by is the scars which litter his torso. He has no idea towards where they came from though. Normally, every demon immediately knows how they died just from seeing their mutilations. But Jeno? He has no memory of how he passed, and as of currently, he's the only creature in Hell who doesn't know their own passing story.

But it's whatever. He doesn't like thinking about it for too long.

"Not a clue," he finally answers, sighing as he looks out the window.

"We'll figure it out one day," Donghyuck assures, tone determined and final. "I haven't known you for two hundred years not to tell you the story of your own passing."

"Satanic soulmates," Renjun gags.

"Oh hush. You have Mark hyung, what more could you want?" Donghyuck taunts sarcastically.

"Hey—" Mark starts, offended as he looks at Donghyuck through the rearview mirror. "If he can deal with me for a hundred and fifty years, it's meant to be."

"Don't get too cocky," Renjun coos condescendingly, patting Mark's cheek. "We're in Hell for a reason, babe."

"I hate all of you," Mark spits, pressing against the gas as he speeds on the road.

"Likewise," Jeno hums, stretching his arms behind his back happily. Donghyuck scratches the back of his ears at the same
time, and Jeno can't help the contented sound which escapes his mouth. Maybe he just a cat in his previous life before passing, who knows.

"I am the one who drives you to see your stupid angel almost everyday Jeno," Mark scoffs.

"He's not stupid," Jeno immediately defends, sitting up in his seat.

"How do I put this nicely?" Renjun sighs, pretending to think about it before continuing. "He doesn't know you exist."

"How do I iterate this?" Donghyuck adds. "He's an angel and you're a demon."

That is something that Jeno thinks about sometimes, but for obvious reasons, he doesn't like to often.

Jeno sides with Satan, and Jaemin sides with God. He's a demon and Jaemin's an angel. There are countless reasons as towards why they'd never be able to be together, the most prominent one being that Satan and God would probably do anything in their powers to keep them away from each other.

Angels are the embodiment of purity while demons are the definition of sin. Their morals are already something which should immediately come in between them, but Jeno couldn't help but choose to ignore that fact when he found out Jaemin that is an angel.

At first, he was just a pretty face he was seeing often, but after finding out that he's an angel, Jeno couldn't find it in himself to be thrown off. Angel or not, Jeno is intrigued.

"You're both correct," Jeno dismisses. "He's an angel and I'm a demon. But he's pretty and you guys aren't."

"Isn't God like," Mark starts, taking a left turn. "Homophobic?" He finishes with a nose wrinkle.

"That would make a lot of sense as towards why we're in Hell," Renjun mumbles. "But we don't know that for sure. So for now, keep pining over your angel boy." He adds in a clearer tone.

"I want another tattoo," Donghyuck says out of the blue a few beats of silence later. "Neck tattoo." He adds with a smirk. "Devil's horns."

"How creative," Jeno comments sarcastically. "Maybe I should get 'Hell's favourite' tattooed right across my forehead."

"Maybe not your forehead, but I'm not opposed to that tattoo on your arm or something. Or are you into tramp stamps?" Mark snorts.

And Jeno thinks this is the life, arguing about where he should get his next tattoo with the windows down, on his way to see his favourite angel.