#celxhara

Usually whenever Seunghyun found himself stepping into other peoples' business, it never worked out well for him. Either the situation was much more complicated than he'd given it credit for, or he'd misinterpret what was going on and just fuck everything up. He had a bad habit of making things worse and then back-pedaling out as much as he could, as fast as he could, but he wasn't always successful.

One of the very few exceptions to that rule was a man he'd saved on the street, in the dead of night, when the world was supposed to be asleep. He'd saved the older man from some kind of fight, nothing too special but there was magic involved so Seunghyun hesitated only a little before helping the out-numbered guy out. They were attacking him, and even though Seunghyun didn't know why, he didn't ask- he only knew that he could take them, especially once he got angry enough to let his claws out and show his true persona.

That had been a few months ago now, and the man had always been so grateful that he'd invite Seunghyun over to his house every once and a while to eat dinner. Seunghyun wasn't one to take hospitality well, but free food always changed his mind, especially when he didn't have anything at home at the moment. So when he was invited back one night, when the moon was full and high, and his refrigerator was cold and empty, he accepted, like he usually always did.

Mr. Goo and his wife were always nice to him upon arrival, smiling almost genuinely and telling him that they hoped he would make himself at home. He smiled kindly at them, always a little bashful, nodding at their courteousness and making conversation about the last time he'd ate anything decent. Yesterday. Their daughter on the other hand, he didn't quite know how to react to. He nodded to her when he entered the room she was in, smiling tightly as he saw her, but he didn't really know much about her to make a good conversation. She knew about his abilities and he guessed she must have some too, but other than that, the only thing that was apparent was that neither of them liked each other.

9: forehead kiss

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice clipped and fierce, the way he’d always known her to be. Silly little thing she was, short and pretty, her hair pulled up into pigtails- a stark contrast to the frown between her eyebrows and the downward curve of her lips. He had told her to dress up for this, but the most she seemed to want to manage was a simple sundress and her normal amount of makeup. It was unimpressive but honestly, the fact that she showed up at all was more than Seunghyun expected.

She was quite angry at him and had been the entire night. He ignored it, as he usually did, continuing on with the “date” as planned, despite her grumpiness. Sometimes it really got on his nerves, but tonight he was too light-hearted. He found her discomfort cute and wondered if that was just his type of personality, or if it was something to do with the half-demon blood in his veins.

Either way, she had no choice. He had leverage on her and so she had to do whatever he told her to. “I know what I’m doing. It’s called a date.”

“This is not a date. I don’t like you, you don’t like me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You’re blackmailing me!”

“Shhhhhhhhhh!” he leaned forward in his chair on the opposite side of the table, bringing his finger up to touch her lips. “Don’t say that so loudly!”

She made a face and tried to move away but before she could, he gripped her head between his hands, positioned them over her jawline so he could pull her slightly forward too. He moved in slowly with a sly smile on his face, his eyes glinting while hers widened in shock. She froze up and he paused just a few centimeters away from her face.

“You don’t know that…” he whispered, matching her gaze for a long moment until the mirth left his eyes and the fear left hers, and they were just staring at each other. He got closer, just a bit, and watched her eyelids flutter, before leaning up suddenly and kissing her forehead. He held it for a moment, to be showy, to drive the point home for her, until he felt her struggle against his hands angrily again. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair finally.

15: last kiss (´ε｀*)

Maybe it doesn’t have to be this way? Jiyong racks his brain hardfor alternatives, but he comes up empty. He doesn’t want to believe the facts laidin front of his eyes, but the truth hurts they said. He honestly rather becoated in sugar and lies than be awakened with the truth.

He hated witches; he hated them with every fibre of his being,because it reminded him of his stupidity, his capability of ceaseless lovewhich amounted into nothing when the witch took away his all. And now the girlhe thought he could spend his eternity with had been lying through her teethall this time, Jiyong doesn’t even know how to react. She begs for him to stay,don’t leave her here all alone, thatshe’s sorry, she didn’t mean to lie, because had he known, would he have fallenfor her? Would he have staked her heart that very night?

Jiyong doesn’t know the answers to her questions because the worldis spinning before him, and he feels that crack in his heart resurfacing back,and Hara is still clinging onto his legs. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t, becausehe’s void of emotions, or so he likes to believe but then he finds himselfeverytime, toyed mercilessly in the name of love. A silent tear cascade downhis cheeks and Jiyong feels numbed.

He promptly sinks back into his comfort zone which meant Gdragonwould come out to play, and that’s anything but pretty.

The demon looks down at Hara, who’s bawling her eyes out and tellsher to stand up. It’s the same voice, but a different demeanour. He gentlylifts Hara up, but his eyes are glassy when he stares back at the witch. Hewipes her tears away, and lifts her chin up, then kisses her, feels for a finaltime how those lips feel against his, tender, wet (because she continues tocry), and etches the taste of her cherry lips into his sea of memory. As thekiss deepens, and their tongues meet, the demon manipulates the molecules ofhis right hand until it becomes as cold as his heart.