The Demon
opening + Part 1

All of my energies were directed at 'he' who was walking around carrying a bunch of black aura around him

I just stayed here, staring at him who was getting closer to me.

One or two steps may be ... Before he hit me, he stopped his steps.

Staring at me with a hard-to-understand look.

I don't understand why he had to stop his steps right in front of me, looking at me with such a flat gaze.

She's quiet

But not with the creepy aura around him

I'mfrightened...

I want to run away from him

But my feet are glued there. Stand like fools in front of all students.

One step he approached

Again

And again

I felt his breath coming down my neck. All my horse feathers stood up, it felt very tense and scary.

It was as if some demon was approaching me.

I felt my heart stop beating.

I heard a heavy voice in my ear.

I looked at him in fear, he turned and showed his smirk.

Our gaze met, just a few seconds before he repeated his words.

"I found you." - Unknown

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Title: The Demon

A Story written by: Shihan

Casting by :

Maroo Entertainment

E&T Entertainment's

Teaser: Youtube ➡ Rabbit Fam Jh

Happpy reading ...

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Krrriinnggg

The bell sounded quite loud at the elite school that was several hours ago silent.

Students and students put books, pens or objects scattered on the table into the bag. After that, he took his foot out of class.

The handsome red-browed young man was still sitting in his chair, hiding his face behind the folds of his hands on the table. He is still reluctant to just wake up just to clean up his learning tools ─ errat ─ even he did not issue at all his learning tools.

"Park Jihoon!"

"..."

"Jihoon-ah."

"..."

"Jihooni."

"...?!"

"Yak Jihoonie woke up."

"Once again you call me like that I'll make sure you can't breathe fresh air tomorrow morning!"

That slightly hoarse heavy voice sounded behind the folds of his hands. Without raising his head paying attention to the figure of the other young man calling out to him, he already knew first who had disturbed his calm.

The black-blasted man pulled the corner of his lips, smiling faintly at the figure of the red-blossomed man.

"Wake up and come with me, please,"

"No need to fucking mind me, go home. Mom and Dad just want to see you."

Jihoon ─red gibboned man ─ raises his head staring cynically at the tan-skinned youth beside him. He stood up from his seat pulling his backpack roughly.

He stepped away, not paying attention to the figure that had disturbed his calm.

"Go home at 7, don't be late, there's no smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Today's grandpa's birthday, and we're having a family event at home"

Jihoon stopped his steps. If you think he's gonna turn his body you're wrong. He was even reluctant to stare at the black-robed man.

He smiled lightly. Still holding on to his position to his back.

"family? I'm not your family, Park Woojin." He said before he left his class.

Woojin watched the wide back move away and disappear.

That man, Jihoon. Woojin should have pulled Jihoon's body to go with him back home together. Asking her like that won't be sweet.

1000%, Woojin is sure that his bastard brother will not be present at his grandfather's birthday show.

.

.

"Hey Park Jihoon."

The young man in red who was about to wear his helmet turned his head.

The almost beautiful handsome young man smiled widely, running a little closer to Jihoon who was still in the parking area of his school.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you going after this?"

"Is that important?"

The handsome young man nodded his head quickly. He smiles.

"Yes, quickly tell me where you're going after this."

"home." Answer Jihoon briefly. Both of his hands raised were about to put on his helmet before that smooth white hand stopped him.

Jihoon turned his head, looking at the young man beside him.

"The correct answer is Park Jihoon."

"Oh shit ⁇ I'm in really lazy fashion running into Na Jaemin. Let go of your hand or you won't breathe fresh air tomorrow."

Jaemin threw his hand out of Jihoon's rough hands. He hissed annoyedly seeing one of the ──errr friends who roared the friend acting indifferently to him.

Jihoon rolled his eyes lazily. Laying his helmet lazily on his motor gas tank.

"What's really going on? If this isn't a serious thing then you're really gonna be a corpse tomorrow. Tell your mother tonight if necessary so she won't be surprised to see her son lying on the rooftop tomorrow morning."

Jaemin. His mouth and eyes opened wide after hearing the long words of his best friend.

Errr is completely insane. The man would only utter long sentences only when he really wanted to plot his murder on her.

"Do I have to write in the Guinness world records. Your sentence is very long Park Jihoon."

"Oh shiit you really want me to kill Na Jaemin."

The almost beautiful handsome young man chuckled amusedly. Jihoon pulled the corner of his lips, he smiled slightly and Jaemin did not notice it.

"What's the matter exactly?"

"I want to take you to the airport. My mom asked me to pick up my cousin who just came back from England."

"You have a cousin?"

"Eiyyy of course. Want well, pick him up alone will make the atmosphere more awward."

"He's your cousin why you're so awkward with him. Fuckin."

"This is our meeting after 11 years of not seeing each other again. Since he moved to England we've never called each other again."

Jihoon.

Jaemin continued to talk about his cousin who had just arrived from England.

Jihoon was actually lazy to be invited to go to the airport by Jaemin, especially this to pick someone up. He was too tired to do it. He had made his own schedule after this, went back to bed a few hours later left again.

He just wants to rest before doing activities that will drain his energy tonight.

But Jaemin, seems to need his help so much.

"You yeah.. Uhmm."

Jaemin approached, twitching his hands in Jihoon's hands. Her face was made cute, her eyes flickering. Err was disgusting in Jihoon's eyes.

"Stay away from me stupid!" Jihoon pushed Jaemin's head with his index finger. Look at his best friend's disgust.

"Then accompany me. Okay." Okay."

"Is your cousin a woman or a man?"

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Drrrrdd drrrrdd

The black-blossomed beautiful girl reached into her pink sling bag, taking out a square object from inside. He smiled, shifted the green icon and brought it closer in his ear.

"Huh mom."

"Have you arrived, baby?"

The girl nodded her head, her round eyes observing the bustling-looking surroundings.

"I just arrived. Mom, I think I'll stay in Korea."

The figure of the middle-aged woman across there chuckled at the words of her eldest daughter.

"So you're not going back to England again? Huhh you're a fucking."

The girl smiled. Stopped his steps for a moment, raising that character pink hoodie.

"Mom don't have to worry, I'll be home for the holidays."

"All right, ahya what about where you live, baby? You sure you're not gonna stay at your aunt's?"

For the second time he nodded his head.

"No mom, aunty's home is far from my new school. After all, aunts have boys. I'm ashamed."

I heard a crisp laugh across there. The girl smiled, and continued on her way. Don't forget his one hand that's free to pull his pink suitcase.

"Why be ashamed, she's your cousin. You guys from childhood are so close, you take a bath together."

"Mom."

"OKay I'm sorry darling. Where will you stay, baby?"

"I told you mom, if I'd stayed in a studio-based apartment close to my school."

"Isn't that so narrow, dear? The studio-based residence was very narrow."

"I live alone Mom, I don't need a very large residence."

I heard a long breath there.

"Till send me your address okay, mommy, daddy, and your sister will try to visit you next summer. "

"Really?"

"Yes, baby,"

"Azzaa. I'll send you the address when I get there."

"Alright, then it's baby. Mommy has to prepare for your sister's departure."

"Okay, say hello to Daddy and my little brother."

"Okay, call mommy again when you get there."

The girl nodded her head.

"love you too sweet."

Bibs

The beautiful girl put her phone back in her sling bag after her call ended a few seconds ago.

He breathed deeply, enjoying the Korean air that he missed so much.

After 11 years of leaving South Korea he was finally able to return to this place, continuing his studies in the country of his birth.

How wonderful it is to be back in the land of birth.

The girl stepped up, pulling her suitcase. He took his light foot to the exit, he could not wait to get to his new home, and found someone who made him return to Seoul.

.

Jihoon leaned his back against the wall of the black sedan car. Jaemin disappeared a few minutes ago in search of his cousin who had just arrived in Korea.

Jihoon decided to wait in the car alone, he did not want to spend his time looking for someone he did not know. He just wants to rest.

He turned his head right and left, observing every human motion that flowed around him. Until the view stops, in the figure of a pink-wether woman, jeans along the knee are white, as new as pink kets and do not forget the pink nyentric suitcase. If her skin was pink, her black hair was in her hoodie and her pants were pink as well then she would be a Power Rangers.

Women are seen quite clearly among the hundreds of people around them. Her pink clothes make her look different. Let's just say he's a pink butterfly positioned among white butterflies. Nyentric right?

Jihoon wanted to stop looking at the eccentric woman, but his eyes seemed to be glued to his cute behavior when getting a taxi. He was like someone who had just seen a taxi.

"Jihoonie"

Jihoon turned his head as the disgusting call was addressed to him. Shifting his attention to Jaemin running towards him.

Jihoon rolled his eyes lazily, then noticed the figure behind Jaemin. He smiled at Jihoon, and unfortunately Jihoon just silently did not respond to the greeting of the figure.

Jaemin watched Jihoon, he smiled and fixed his position.

"Second him to the cousin I'm referring to."

"Hey introduce my name Lee Taeyong." the anime-faced man smiled. Stretched out his hand, shaking hands with Jihoon.

Jihoon fell silent, watching the white man in front of him.

Jaemin glanced at Jihoon who did not stop paying attention to his cousin's helping hand. Jaemin nudged Jihoon slowly, awakening his demon friend to return his cousin's hand.

"Park Jihoon." Jihoon returned the man's hand, pulling both corners of his lips together into a smile that Jihoon said was ordinary.

.

The red-browed man got out of the car while it belonged to Jaemin, he lowered his head slightly into the car, as a voice from inside the car called out to him.

"Jihoonie"

"Wae?" jihoon asked with his heavy tone. Jaemin chuckled at the typical upsetting voice of the demon.

"No, are you sure you live in this place?"

Jihoon nodded. "What's wrong?"

Jaemin shook his head.he smiled, revealing his neat rows of teeth.

"It's okay, it's just it's too"

"Park Jihoon you want to come with me tonight?" timpal Taeyong's. Jihoon glanced at the anime-faced man with a hard-to-understand look.

"There's somewhere I want to go."

Jihoon still held on with his expression. Taeyong smiled, "If you don't want to be okay, I'm not forcing."

"Alright, just pick me up here."

Taeyong nodded his head. Jihoon glanced at Jaemin who was sitting in the steering chair.

"Go home and come back later." Jihoon straightened his body.

"Alright, we go home first." cried Jaemin from the car, Jihoon nodded slowly then the car walked slowly away from Jihoon.

A few seconds the expensive car drove away from him. Jihoon intended to turn his body around, waving his legs up the stairs to enter his house. But when Jihoon turned his head, something all pink caught his attention.

Pink sweater, pink suitcase, pink sling bag, and pink shoes. Jihoon frowned, the woman he saw at the airport was here as well.

"Ahhh uncle that. He should have dropped me off at my destination. Then how do I know where I live." The woman watched the surrounding buildings.

Jihoon was still silently watching the woman who looked troubled.although the woman looked troubled, not at all intending the red-spirited young man approached the pink woman to help her.

Heols.

The pink lady squatted down, hugging her own lutu. Jihoon's vegetables heard the sound of the woman's sobs, the red-spirited young man raised his brow in confusion. How could the woman cry in the middle of the road, what if a car came and hit her.

Jihoon wanted to approach the pink woman, wanting her to bruise him. Yet the goddess Fortuna seemed to be siding with the pink woman. A well-built man called out to Jihoon from behind.

"Park Jihoon."

Jihoon turned his face, looking at the figure of the man calling his name.

The man smiled, revealing a very beautiful dimple on both of his cheeks.

"What?" jihoon asked flatly, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his school pants.

"Your mother came and put this away."

Jihoon was speechless, his brown eyes staring at the flat cloth package that was held up by the man who was dimpled inside. Jihoon raised his gaze, looking at the man before him who was still smiling deathly.

"Dispose, I don't need it."

"Park Jihoon you can't be like that. It's your mother's gift."

"I said throw it away, you have no ears." Said Jihoon whose voice was raised by an octave. The black-bladed man fell silent, lowering his hand that had been raised to give Jihoon's mother a parcel.

Jihoon let out a rough breath, lifting his bag over his shoulder. The mood's ruined again, and blame the damn parcel. The parcel that brought him back in a bad mood.

Jihoon stepped out his feet, leaving the place. No, he instead went into his house but he went away somewhere where his mind came back clear.

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The sound of DJ music echoed throughout the bar room, everyone who deliberately came to this place really enjoyed the music because it was already typical bar building filled with music like that.

Some humans dance with abstract movements, shaking hands, hips and legs to the beat of the music being played.

In contrast to a man with a red bow, he sits on a maroon sofa, occasionally sipping his tambaka that feels good. His lightning eyes watched the surrounding that looked nauseating.

There, on the beach a woman with a lack of material dancing with some foreign men, letting her body be touched just like that with the curse's hand.

Jihoon frowned both of his brows, as an unexpected scene saw him directly. The woman pulled the collar of the man's white shirt shirt, pulverizing the man's thick lips. Not wanting to waste the opportunity the white shirt man wrapped his cursed hand on the plate of the beautiful woman, pulling her closer in his arms.

"Cih, you bitch." Jihoon put out his cigarette on a black ashtray. His hand moved to grab the wine glass and gulped it in a hurry.

He put it down harshly after finishing his red wine. Get up from her seat and step closer to the woman.

Some people who noticed Jihoon's presence instantly fell silent, observing where the schoolgirl was headed.

Ahh did I not tell you if this Park Jihoon is still wearing his full school uniform?

Even his backpack was still attached to his back. Believe me, it still looks the same as it did at school.

Jihoon pulled the beautiful woman, forcibly took off their kisses.The beautiful woman opened her mouth to anger, but before that happened Jihoon scooped the tiny lips of the woman, pulverized her and bit her, it was as if those lips were the chandelier.

There was no thrashing, the woman closed her eyes, enjoying the touch the man had licked. Opening his mouth allowed the man's unrecognizable tongue to enter and fight with his tongue.

As if the person who witnessed the scene instantly took out his phone, recording it such a rare scene.

Jihoon let go of the link, looking down at the woman before him. Coming back closer, this time he brought his lips closer to the beautiful woman's ears.

"How much are you bitch?"

The beautiful woman opened her eyes, glancing at the red-spirited man with a dislike look.

What does it mean by price? And bitch?

Pushing Jihoon's body away from him.

The man grinned at the devil, clearing his lips that had salivary stains there. He glanced at the man in the white shirt, smiled faintly and replied with the man.

"I'll pay you more if you want to be his maid. Even your father's debts will be paid off as long as you're the man's maid."

"What?"

"Whoaa why was it such a shock as that bitch." the white shirt man approached, raised his hand and placed it on Jihoon's shoulder.

"Wasn't that your wish has caught my attention since."

Jihoon bowed his back slightly, bringing his face closer to the bitch.

"You have to pay a lot for what you did to my friend." whispered slowly, barely heard because the music dj still echoed in the room.

The woman raised one eyebrow, looking at Jihoon and the man in white shirt alternately.

"Damn."

Jihoon laughed softly, fixing his position. He looked at the man beside him.

"You can finish it, right? I gotta get out of here."

"alright, leave him to me."

Jihoon nodded before he stepped out of the place. Jihoon purposely smashed his shoulder with that woman's shoulder.

While outside the bar, a teary-eyed young man gives Jihoon a brown envelope. Jihoon accepted it with pleasure, opened the envelope, saw some of the dollars he had earned.

"Gomaw."

Jihoon turned his head, staring flatly at the figure of the foolish young man beside him.

"No problem." Jihoon stuffed the envelope in his bag.

"Other times date a woman your age or your level" he said. "You nerds, you should be looking for nerds, too."

the young man lowered his head. Obviously he looked down, the man in front of him was his schoolmate. And someone who is respected in school.

No one dared to look him in the eye, and no one dared to be close to him even for 1 minute.

"or you don't have to date. Fix your appearance first,"

"..."

"Cuihh"

Jihoon threw his saliva aside.His hands were raised removing his salivary imprint.

"Err even I touched those disgusting lips."

The nerd youth raised his face looking at Jihoon who looked annoyed erasing the trace of the lips of the woman he had licked.

"you should have paid me more."

"I'm sorry, I'll pay for the lack of school."

"Ahhh no need. I don't want it." He said before leaving the bar.

The nerd youth observed Jihoon's back slowly moving away from him.

He wanted to make a sound again, asking for something that stuck in his heart. The young man wanted to know one thing about Jihoon.

"PARK JIHOON!" his shout called out to Jihoon loudly.

Jihoon stopped his steps, turning his body flatly staring at the figure of the nerd youth in front of the club entrance.

"WHAT?" yelled Jihoon did not lose to the young man nerd.

"You said I should look for one that's my level. Then what about you?"

"What?"

"Are you dating a demon like you?"

Jihoon laughed, demon? Even that name is neither surprised nor angry. Jihoon is not a fool, he knows all his classmates call him the devil. And it doesn't matter, he's a demon.

"Of course, but not the devil."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't the devil pair with angels?"

"But-"

"The devil needs angels to change it. You know what I mean by Huang Renjun."

Jihoon grinned, he turned his body and continued his path.

While Renjun was just silent, rethinking Jihoon's words.

The devil needs angels to change him.

"Ahh I hope you find your angel soon."

To be continue