ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

between heaven and hell 2. [jaewinyong]

a/n: I'm doing this because I love you guys too much and spoil y'all 😤 I hope you're not disappointed tho 🥺💚

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" I'm telling you, it's still not too late to back away. I'll let you leave peacefully if you want ." yoonoh said as he rolled both of his sleeves up to his elbows. " as you know, your powers are useless here. I can easily turn you into dust if I want to ."

" then let's fight like real men. don't use powers ."

yoonoh clicked his tongue, smirking. " no promises, your highness ."

with that, both of the men launched themselves into the air. taeyong attacked first, he took a grip on both of yoonoh's legs and threw him to a wall. the demon growled slowly, glaring at his opponent, while a smug smile was plastered cross the angel's face. but it didn't last long.

the roles were quickly reserved. yoonoh instantly got up and the next thing taeyong knew, the demon's hand was already around his throat. he then threw the older flying across the room, landing on a wall. yoonoh laughed. a deep, dark laugh to taunt his opponent.

" is that all you got ?"

taeyong grunted, gathered himself and charged again. he aimed for yoonoh's stomach, but the younger was quick to dodge. wasting no time, he turned around and gripped yoonoh's nape, and threw him harshly to a bookshelf.

the demon groaned in pain, but he managed to use his telekinesis to throw the books at taeyong's direction to distract him. then he launched himself again and kicked taeyong so hard he was sent across the room.

" coward. I told you not to use powers ."

yoonoh smiled in mock sweetness. " oh, but there's no such thing as promises in hell, your highness ."

taeyong briskly got up and tackled yoonoh to the floor. the fight went on and on. no one knew for how long, but it was intense to say at the very least. both men were strong, although might not be equal. and both men were egotistical; passionate enough to prove their love for sicheng.

in the other hand, sicheng wasn't liking any of this. he hates it. the living room was a mess, and he hates seeing the two most important individuals in his life fighting against each other. it was awfully immature. he turned to wonwoo and changkyun, who were standing beside him.

" should we interfere ?" wonwoo hesitantly asked, rubbing his nape.

" do you want his majesty to turn you into ashes, too ?"

before wonwoo could reply, suddenly taeyong landed back-first on the stairs next to him, making him flinch. the angel grunted, and quickly got up as fast as he fell. they didn't even know who was in charge anymore. one second it's yoonoh, the other one it's taeyong.

" got it ." wonwoo nervously chuckled.

sicheng turned his attention back to the battlefield and his eyes shot open in horror. yoonoh was holding a huge bookshelf, using only bare hands, ready to throw it at taeyong. the chinese quickly turned to the demons again.

" isn't that too much ?"

changkyun nodded, looking as terrified as the other was. " even as a demon, yes, it is ."

" do something !"

the demon nodded again. yoonoh threw the shelf at taeyong's direction, but a few inches mid-air before it could hit the angel, changkyun snapped his fingers and turned it into ashes. the demon prince looked at him with a fierce look and he instantly gulped, hiding behind wonwoo.