"I hate you so much. I hate the joy I feel whenever I'm around you. I hate it. I hate that stupid poker face of yours, but most of all, I hate myself for falling for you in the end."
Demons are nothing, but trouble, or at least that is what Yuna, an...
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"Don't look at me like that. Don't come any closer."
--K.A.R.D : Don't Recall--
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5:00 a.m
The next day, early in the morning, I found myself glancing at the storage room's door every few minutes, thinking the demon would burst out. Thankfully, my neck no longer ached, but last night's memories seemed to tug my thoughts from behind. All I desired was to not recall the chills his jade, abyss eyes gave me, and wondered when he would get tired of chasing me around; to only be gone later on.
Minho was still not awake, which meant I had enough time to get Satan out of the house . . . And that is how I ended up here . . . In Naksan Park, leaning against an old brick wall, with an unconscious demon next to me, while watching the sun rise over the horizon. "Why am I still here?" I mumbled under my breath, dangling one of the potion bottles Maria gave me exactly over the tip of my nose, while eyeing the teal liquid inside . "Reperotrates potion, eh?"
Next to me, the demon shifted uneasily in his sleep, huskily moaning out words I could not comprehend. I inched away out of instinct, trying not to recall the abyss I nearly lost myself to, and shifted my attention to the colorful lit city in the distance. How did humans manage to create such-stunning-sights?
I took in the view, with a small-smile lingering on my lips, as I lifted my knees closer to my chest, and hugged them. It was the least I could do to warm myself from the frosty weather of the approaching winter season . . . Not that it could cause me any sort of death anytime soon. Most might hate this time of the year, but it was the season that I came across someone who truly cared for me, and left me with pleasant memories. Stealing one more glance to the sleeping figure a few inches away from me, I stood up, and started walking away. He would wake up soon anyway. Latching my potion back to my belt, my legs took off to venture the human city once again.
Though, before I could even barely take ten steps, sloppy, yet hurried footsteps were already making their way to me from behind, until a weak grip on my wrist tugged me backwards. There he was, sleepy eyes, and disheveled, bed hair; it was as if he had sensed me leaving. "Don't touch me," I spoke, smacking his hand away from mine, trying so hard to keep a displeased expression, even though I myself was still sleepy from waking up early in the morning and dragging him to this deserted park.
"Last night, did I do something?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance.
I tried to read his expression, but he refused to lock eyes with me, as if . . . embarrassed? No way, probably my imagination, but his eyes seemed to linger to my neck just like as last night. "That idiot really has caused you one big trouble," he spoke instantly, leaving his past question unanswered. "Why did he kiss you?"
