The blaring music of the house drowned out Yeonjun's thoughts, the crowd's loud chatter serving only as an annoyance.

Yeonjun sighed as he took a sip from his plastic cup, not even sure exactly what it was that he was drinking.
He'd gotten it from a mysterious punch bowl in the kitchen, after all, and god knows what could've been put into it.

This party was definitely not his cup of tea. He'd only agreed to coming because of his best friend, Chaeyoung, who had begged and begged him to not let her go alone.

Looking around, he recognized many of the people there. Most were students in his class, and although he was friendly with a majority of them, he was honestly quite tired and would rather be at home than surrounded by a bunch of drunk, horny teenagers.

Yeonjun glanced to the side as he felt the weight of the couch he was on shift. A pretty girl had sat down, her long, red-dyed hair framing her gorgeous face.

"Hey cutie," she spoke, her voice deeper than expected.
Yeonjun stared at her for a moment, questioning if she was talking to him.

"Me...?" he asked, glancing around. She gave a little laugh at his tone.

"Yes, you," she responded, her tone more flirty than anything. "What are you doing all alone over here?"

The boy pursed his lips. Yeah, she was hot, but he wasn't really in the mood for this game right now.
"Just felt like it," he answered, "don't really need a reason for it."

The girl laughed, placing a hand on Yeonjun's thigh playfully.
"You know, I've heard a few things about you," she said, her voice quieter.

Yeonjun glanced between her hand on his thigh and her inquisitive eyes, staring at him with the expectation of his compliance.

"Like what?" he asked despite knowing he shouldn't, as whatever stupid rumor could be going around likely wasn't of importance to him anyway.

The girl gave him a knowing smirk, as if she'd expected his curiosity. She leaned towards him, using his full attention to her disposal.

"Rumor has it that you're an incubus," she whispered into his ear, placing a finger underneath his chin.

Yeonjun immediately backed away from her.
"What...?" he blurted out, unable to mask the surprise on his face at the words. "Who... who's been saying that?"

The girl only laughed, getting up from the couch and standing in front of him.
"So it's true then?" she asked, crouching down towards him. "You really are one?"

"No..." Yeonjun blurted out, slightly leaning away from her. "I don't know who told you that, but—"

"Shh," she teased, placing a finger on his lips.
"It's okay, I really don't care."

Yeonjun only sat, wide eyed, as she crawled on top of him, straddling his lap as she draped her arms over his shoulders.
"Honestly, it's kinda hot," she whispered to him, holding his stunned gaze.

Whatever Yeonjun had been thinking, this snapped him out of it. "Huh?" he mumbled, looking down at her body on top of him.
"I... the hell do you mean it's hot? Get off," he spoke rather timidly, uncomfortable as she lightly caressed his cheek.

"Isn't it kind of sexy? You being one of those," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "You must know what you're doing."

Yeonjun stared at her with a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"What?" was all he could say.
"Look, look. Stop. I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I'm not interested," he insisted.

"Aww, come on. You're a demon, your body's made for this. Would it hurt to have a little fun?" she gave a teasing laugh, leaning forward to where their noses almost touched.

"Get the fuck off of me,"
Yeonjun said warningly, a nervousness overtaking his brain.

"Ooh, someone's mad," she said somewhat mockingly. "You upset that I'm right about you?" she said, trailing her hand down his torso.

Her hand reached the waistband of his jeans, and immediately a sense of panic shot through Yeonjun.

And he shoved her, hard.

So hard, he'd barely had enough time to realize that maybe he shouldn't have used his full strength, as the girl stumbled backwards, tripping over herself, and banging her arm on a table before hitting the ground.

"Oh, shit!" Yeonjun blurted out as he saw a long scratch on the girl's arm from the table corner, followed by her shocked face as she sat on the floor.
"I'm sorry...! Fuck, I didn't mean to—"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she screamed back at him, gaining the full attention of most of the people around. Many eyes stared at the two, mostly only having seen the girl, injured, on the ground.

Yeonjun's anxiety skyrocketed as he felt all the states of his classmates directed at him.
"It was an accident, I..." the boy tried to explain.

"Accident?!" she yelled in response. Turning around, she caught the attention of the room, noticing everyone watching the scene play out.

Raising a hand, she pointed a finger directly at Yeonjun.
"This demon motherfucker hit me!" she cried out to them, seeing multiple shocked faces and whispers form among the crowd.

At this, Yeonjun went completely pale.
"Huh?" he mumbled, seeing the whole group's looks towards him shift slowly from curiosity to hatred.
"What...? No, wait, I didn't even—"

Yeonjun shut up as he realized that some of the crowd seemed to be slowly approaching the couch where he sat, sharing looks with one another.

"Guys...?" he questioned, glancing among the faces of his classmates that he'd known for years.
"Come on. You know I wouldn't do that," he spoke, standing up.

One of the taller boys stepped out, standing in between the girl, still on the floor, and Yeonjun.

"Hey..." Yeonjun backed up, seeing the cold gaze on the boy's face. "Please, it's not—"

He gasped as the boy grabbed his shirt by the collar, shoving him against the wall harshly.
"Fuckin' demon," he spat. "You think you're so much better than us, huh? Beating girls makes you feel good?"

"No?! Seriously!" 
He scanned around, his eyes landing on his best friend, Chaeyoung.
"Chae, please, you know I would never do that," he begged for a way out.

She held his gaze for a moment before turning away, as silent as the dead. Just like that, she'd cut him off completely.

Warm tears pricked at his vision.
"Chaeyoung...?" he mumbled, in disbelief of her actions.

And just as he turned back, all he saw was the boy's right hand raised high in the air, coming down fast.

Then... silence.

There was no impact. No pain. Only a strangely peaceful quiet, and the sound of night birds chirping.

Yeonjun's eyes shot open.
A dark room laid before him, familiar and cozy.

He felt the warmth of tears on his cheeks as he sat upright, the texture of soft bedsheets hugging his bare arms and legs.

Yeonjun lightly sniffed, drying his cheeks with the fabric of his shirt. He took only deep breaths, knowing he needed to calm down.

He couldn't believe he'd dreamed about that.

Now fully taking in the bedroom he was in, his mind immediately drifted elsewhere. This wasn't his own room. The owner of the room was...

Yeonjun turned, looking next to him on the bed. The form of a tall boy laid there, sleeping silently underneath the blankets.

Soobin...

The elder stared at him for a moment, the boy's darling face impossible to not look at. Yeonjun reached down, brushing his bangs to the side with the gentlest touch.

Soobin. Someone who would never betray him like that.

Soobin, someone who made being a demon seem not that bad.

Soobin: the boy with the cutest smile, most kissable cheeks, and prettiest—

"What...?"
The voice came out of nowhere, startling Yeonjun half to death.

He registered that the younger boy had lazily opened his eyes, peering up at him.

"Huh? You're awake?" Yeonjun questioned, hoping the flush on his face wasn't showing in the darkness.

"Yeah? You kept saying my name," Soobin murmured, clearly still half asleep. "What do you need?"

Yeonjun had never wanted to jump off of a cliff more.
"Oh! Nothing, nothing... don't worry," he said, laying back down as if he wasn't mortally embarrassed.

Soobin nodded weakly, closing his eyes again.

"Go to sleep, you need it. Sleep heals," Soobin mumbled at him, not seeing the smile that formed on Yeonjun's face at the words.

"Does it now?" Yeonjun spoke softly in reply.

"Yep. So sleep. Get better quickly."

"Okay then. Goodnight," Yeonjun whispered back. He scooted forward, resting his head on the pillow next to Soobin's, practically nose to nose.

The other boy's breathing evened out again after a short while, and Yeonjun spent the whole time lightly stroking his hair.

"Bin," Yeonjun said quietly after a while, to see if the other was awake.
After a minute or so, no response came.

Yeonjun laughed quietly to himself, holding the younger's cheek lightly in his palm.
"Would you mind it if I fell in love with you?" he whispered jokingly. "I'm not too sure I can stop it from happening."

No reply, much to his delight. Yeonjun exhaled as he pulled his hand back, closing his eyes and actually attempting to get some sleep for once. The least he could do was listen to Soobin.

As he drifted back to sleep, the last thing he heard was the tapping of sudden rain against Soobin's windowsill.