Choi Yeonjun || ANGEL OR DEVIL

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(Y/N) POV

I park down the road from our house and shut off the car. With a sigh, I throw my head back relived. I'll finally get some time to collect my thoughts.

I raise my head look in my car mirror to see just how worn out I looked. I look like I've raised from the dead.

Every day, is a stressful day, so I'm used to being worn out by the end of it. This time however, is a special case. I don't only feel tired physically, I feel both physically and
Mentally exhausted today.

That damn demon of a man practically sucked the life of of me today. He drew attention to me
for no reason, manipulated the situation to make it look bad, shamelessly black mailed me , and even has photos of me in his phone.

All I have is some voice audio of him talking shit. But it's not like he's going to be greatly affected by it anyways. Knowing that school's morals, they'll probably blame the girl and
Won't hold him accountable.

That my friends, is what I call pretty privilege. If he was butt ugly, I bet they wouldn't have the same reaction.

"Whelp, that's enough thinking for now," I huff.  I grab my bag off the passenger seat and sling it over my shoulder. I step out the vehicle and lock it.

Heading up the steps to the door I reach into my pockets only to realize that I don't have my key on me. I look back at the car, considering the possibility that I probably dropped it in
there.

That was until I remembered what I did this morning.

I put the keys on the counter when I had to feed the dogs and I left them there. I face palm
And mentally cuss myself out for adding to my already shitty day. I look down the road, hoping to see the familiar car to let me know that someone was home.

I look bothered directions and even walk down the street a bit.

Nothing, she's not home yet.

I look back at the house and our small window comes into view.  I freeze and contemplate wether or not I want to take the risk of crawling through there.

Yeah it's an easy entrance, but that's widow needs a desperate cleaning. There's black ash and dirt all around it and a series of spider webs stuck to the glass.

I'm not afraid of anything, but spiders are the only exceptions. I don't trust those hideous, eight legged monsters.

I walk back up the steps and analyze all the webs to make sure there's no spiders. After a solid ten minutes of looking at every crack, I convince myself that it's all good.

I slip my fingers under the gap and lift only for humongous spider to craw from underneath it. I immediately retract my hands and let out a loud shriek.

"Why the actual fuck is it so big?! It has no business looking like that!," I scream while jumping away.

The dogs inside go ballistic and start barking as if I'm some kind of burglar trying to get in and attack them. If anything, I'm the one being attacked.

Coming from inside I hear a loud gasp followed by the patter of tiny bare feet on the hardwood floor, running towards the door clumsily.

The clumsy footsteps near the door and I hear the sweet voice that I look forward to hearing everyday after university.

"Rocky! Noona's home!," an excited voice cheers.

Excitement bubbles in my stomach as I wait for them to open the door. The door rattles for a couple second before it swing open.