"Jeno!" A voice calls out suddenly as the said boy was walking home on the sidewalk with light steps while admiring the environment around, intrigued.

The blue haired boy jolts up in surprise especially with how his name was being yelled out, he turns to see Jaemin jogging up to him quickly.

He stopped walking and waited for the elder boy, letting him catch up to him and an extra few minutes for Jaemin to catch his breath.

Once the black haired boy regains his proper breathing, he pursed his lips glancing behind him cautiously before asking, "can we talk privately?"

"Yeah of course! But... Why privately?" Jeno asked in confusion as he gripped onto his backpack strips, playing with the end of it.

(A/N: Idk what the fuck it's called but y'know that thingy? Like it's sometimes annoying? Lookin like some two pigtails or whatever.)

Jaemin shrugged, "it's something you need to know..." He mumbled while he grabbed onto Jeno's arm gently yet firmly and leads the way this time.

Jeno didn't get bothered or anything, to his relief. He lets Jaemin continue their walk home and guides him with his eyes kept scanning the area.

"Where can we talk privately? Like... Where we can talk normally and maybe perhaps..." Jaemin hesitates before continuing, "let our emotions out? Like, reactions?"

Without further thinking, Jeno hummed. "We can go to my house." He said adjusting his backpack strap on his shoulder.

The black haired boy halts for a moment, "are you sure?" He asked. "I don't want to intrude or anything, or make you feel forced–"

"Jaem, I'm not being forced. I'm literally inviting you to my house, you said privately, right?" Jeno said earning a small stiff nod. "Then privacy it is, let's go to my house."

Seeing how Jaemin still looked doubtful as if he thought Jeno was like some kidnapper or something who is trying to lure him in the slaughter house or whatever.

He really shouldn't be this hesitant though, if it was his friends inviting him to their cloud houses, he wouldn't hesitate and immediately ruin the place with his awfully annoying pranks.

Even if they didn't invite him over, it was a habit of his to just barge in their cloud houses and annoy them to the point where if he gets caught again by the archangels, they wouldn't save his dumbass.

It's not like he wasn't the only one who did it, Jeonghan did it to him as well. Once.

That time, the blond angel boy got upset and threw a fit in Jaemin's cloud house because apparently Joshua was on a mission that time and they had to cancel whatever date they had that Renjun or Chenle would've ruined anyway.

So why is he hesitating to just intrude Jeno's home when the blue haired boy literally invited him, giving him permission?

With a small laugh, Jeno smiles at him reassuringly. "Besides, I trust you." He coaxed patting Jaemin's bicep with his unoccupied arm that Jaemin wasn't holding onto.

Before they left, Jaemin glanced behind them one more time and scowled at the pair of eyes watching their every move.

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"So, what did you need to tell me?" Jeno asked placing his backpack onto the cold floor of his living room and makes a beeline towards the kitchen.

The elder boy who was shuffling on his feet coughed awkwardly, "uh... We can sit down first if you want..." He hesitates once again.

But this time, he has a bit of right to feel hesitant. What if Jeno doesn't believe him? What if Jeno gets so mad or something? God knows what actions demons do when they're upset.

Hearing the cough, the blue haired boy's face turned into concern, "are you sick? Do you need water?" He asked from the kitchen and pokes his head out to see Jaemin better.

The black haired boy chewed on his lower lip, "I'm not sick. But a glass of warm water would be nice." He said politely and even surprised himself.

Why does his proper manners finally take in action whenever Jeno's around?

His phone vibrates in his pocket as he took it out to see a message from Chenle. "I'm no snitch like Renjun but, you're getting a few feathers and a power or two later. Also, wife that cutie up."

He rolled his eyes upon the first half of the message until he tucks his mobile phone back into his pocket and bit his lip in anticipation.

When Jeno comes back, they both sat on the couch, a little too closely– okay no, nevermind, Jeno moved even more closer until their arms were almost touching.

The action made Jaemin almost choke on his water.

After he gulps the given beverage down, he cleared his throat as Jeno was raising his eyebrow and fiddling his fingers randomly. How cu– shut up Jaemin.

"So?"

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Jeno screams again loudly, "ARGHHH!"

The same sound and reaction made Jaemin wince a bit as his ears were hurting and almost losing a bit sense of hearing.

God knows how loud and earful an angry demon can be. Especially with their voices like that.

A shatter was heard for the fifth time, making Jaemin sigh when he saw pieces of glass from the once beautiful flower jar flying onto the ground.

He widened his eyes when he glances back to the younger and saw the boy's hands flaming, like as in they're about to be aimed towards something and letting said thing to burn into ashes.

"Jeno, calm down!" He finally speaks up trying to stop the angry demon from destroying his humble abode.

He didn't even expect for Jeno to be able to do such things. Like, where did the "so very kind and cute to the point he doesn't look like a demon, Lee Jeno, Satan's son" go?

He doesn't know, but one thing is for sure, he needs to calm down the blue haired boy before he does something again.

He stood up and hugs the angry demon by the waist, his chest against the boy's back and whispering to him gently with sweet and soft words.

To his relief, Jeno didn't push him away like he'd expected for him to do. He lets him hug him as he finally calms down with his hands back to normal. No sign of angry fire.

"Are you okay? Are you done? Goodness, sweetheart. You could've– created hell 2.0 here." Jaemin comments as Jeno turns around to face him.

Seeing how the younger still scowling deeply, but not at him, just spacing off somewhere in his frustrated mind. Jaemin lifts his chin up gently. "Is everything okay?"

"No."

"Oh." The black haired boy mumbled out, "what are.... What are you going to do, because I have this feeling that y–"

"I'm summoning my dad."