"The day we met again... in the woods. You knew I was there..."

I nod. Yes, I knew it. As princes we would get signals when a demon gets send down on earth. And then we can look up who it is. That never changed when Lucifer abandoned us. I always looked it up. Who was send down now. It shocked me to see Hyunjin's name there. But, I still never visited, because...

"Why haven't you visited me?"

"I needed distance..."

"You still came to me, that day, when you ran away from Felix'. Why?"

"I don't know...", it was only a quiet whisper, but Hyunjin could hear it.

He nods disappointed, that I do not give him real answers.

"You were the first one, I could think of..."

"What's with your brother..."

"No one of the two knows I am still alive. I cutted all the connections after two weeks down here."

"Don't you think they worry about you?"

"My family?", I laugh sarcastically. "Why would they miss me?"

I feel nauseous at the bitter tone of my own voice.

"You are still their brother, son and... and... what's with grandma? You were her favourite."

"That was only because I was the youngest. Now I do not exist anymore. And you won't tell anyone ever that we met!", I stand up fast and run inside, slamming the door on mh way. I wasn't even pissed or angry, I just couldn't work with my emotions right now. My heart and my head hurt.

Seungmin POV

I woke up in an hospital room. My whole body hurts. Oh... nevermind, my whole upper body hurts. Confused I look down at me. Nothing seems different. A few scratches here and there. I look through the room. It seems spacious. The door to the bathroom is open. There is a mirror. I had a lacerated wound at my forehead. I recognized it at the bandage. I had something like that as a child. Jeongin and I played hide and seek. I climbed up his grandmother's apple tree and when he found me I wanted to run away, laughing... then my foot slided away and I feel down, not before hitting my head on one of the branches. I had a big, bad-looking lacerated wound on the back of my head.

There wouldn't grow hair for weeks and the kids in the school bullied me. I would always come home crying and asking mum if I would have a bald spot on the head for the rest of my life. I smile at the memories.

My mum always hugged me and told me, if that would happen, than she would cut her hair at the same spot and always cut it short when it grows and we will be partner in crime. I always giggled and then we played catch me if you can. My hairs started to grow five weeks after the accident and to provoke my classmates I asked my mother to colour this part of my hair in different colours until the end of my school time. I walked through the hallways proudly with a few colourful hairs.

A nurse comes in my room and stops my thoughts.

"I am happy to see, you are awake, Mr. Kim. Should I call Mr. Yang for you? I am sure he will come in the next few minutes..."

I nod. I couldn't wait a minute longer to see my little Jeongin...