The Demon
The Part 11

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"What happened to him?" tanya Woojin approached Jihoon who was sitting in the waiting chair.

A few minutes ago they arrived at the hospital, Sohyun is now treated by a doctor. Either it took how long the young doctor examined Sohyun.

Jihoon pulled her hair frusatsi. Why he could not realize faster if there was still a cigarette around him.

"I don't know."

Clack

The white door was wide open. A few nurses walked out of the room and passed by the two young men who were still waiting anxiously for Sohyun's condition.

Jihoon immediately got up from his seat, and stepped his feet closer to the figure of the man in white.

"How is he doing?"

All I asked was smile. He raised his hand and***Jihoon's broad-shoulder plan.

"He's all right. Fortunately you brought it in sooner. He just needs a break."

"Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded his head. "It can, but after he's transferred to his den." After saying the words, the doctor left Woojin and Jihoon.

Silent.

Woojin and Jihoon were silent. They are too busy with their minds.

Jihoon is still worried about Sohyun's situation, even though he already knows that his lover is okay. Jihoon was still afraid.

Plus Sohyun heard his conversation with Yechan.

Jihoon ruffled his hair in frustration. No way Sohyun should have heard that disgusting conversation.how could Jihoon meet Sohyun if the girl had heard the most disgusting thing in her life.

"Armghh"

Woojin turned to Jihoon. His two eyebrows were confused. A few seconds later Woojin let out a long sigh.

He looked at his brother who looked so messed up. Her hair was disheveled, her tie that she saw this morning was neat, now looking messy. The cheeks and corners of the lips of the red mane youth were even bluish.

"You okay?" Woojin asks Jihoon. The red mane youth straightened his head, his brown bead looking at Woojin who was standing right in front of him.

Jihoon nodded his head in response.

"I'm fine. You go back to school, let me wait for him."

"Alright, but before that you have to be treated first. You can't possibly show your full face of oxen to Sohyun right?"

Jihoon was silent again. He only realized that his appearance was messy and also the cheeks and corners of his lips were injured.

"Hm, thank you and sorry." Guman Jihoon quietly. It was so slow that Woojin barely heard it.

"For what?"

"Introduce your past."

•••

Woojin laid his body on his bedroom bed. He closed his eyes for three seconds and then breathed out his heavy breath.

One hand raised up against the base of his life that felt painful.

A few scenes in the past suddenly rotate; making Woojin's head ache and ache.

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"*Are you going to just shut up to see it?"

"I don't know. Why are you blaming me?"

"Who else is to blame?"

"It's not my fault Park Jihoon."

"It's your fault, if you don't shut up maybe she'll make it."

"Stop fucking talking. You're making my head hurt."

"Ck, live like that Woojin. Shut up and see it*."

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Woojin breathed his heavy breath for the umpteenth time. One hand folded and became a cushion.

She's quiet. His black bead stared blankly at the ceiling of his room.

For several years he has managed to forget the massalu he wanted to eliminate since long ago. When Woojin started to succeed, Jihoon reminded himself of being so stupid in the past.

The beginning of the destruction of his family. Jihoon hated him, as did he. Jihoon hates his father, and Woojin hates him in silence.

•••

The sakura petals slowly opened. Several times blinked his eyes to refract the bright light around him.

"Eugh"

The sound of lewdness managed to come out from Sohyun's little mouth. His head turned to the right and to the left, observing the surroundings that looked unfamiliar to him.

Sohyun was about to move his body, but his two eyebrows intertwined to form a fine frown on his forehead. A burly hand hugged his stomach, the red mane was seen contrasting in his ward.

"Ji, Jihoon?" call Sohyun with a typical sound of waking up.

Who doesn't know Jihoon, just looking at his real red hair anyone would know if he was Park Jihoon.

"Akh!"

Sohyun *** soft chest that feels tight. Sohyun's sudden movements made Jihoon wake up from his chicken sleep.

"Eoh, you're sober?" tanya Jihoon got up from his seat. His one hand smashed at Sohyun's black mane, his gaze staring gently at the girl below him. Jihoon smiled sweetly.

"I'll get you a doctor."

Jihoon was about to leave Sohyun. However the girl immediately pulled Jihoon's hand, preventing the red mane youth from leaving her.

Sohyun shook his head slowly. Jihoon smiled, he understood the gesture given to him.

"Is it still sick?"

"Not really."

"I'm sorry, if I were more sensitive maybe you wouldn't be lying in this place."

"Nothing."

Jihoon exhaled slowly. He sat down on the side seat of the Sohyun ward.

"Please help me." sohyun asked. Jihoon nodded his head and helped Sohyun to sit on the ward.

Jihoon slipped a pillow on the back of the ward, so that Sohyun's body was comfortable when sitting.

"Thank you."

Jihoon simply nodded and returned to his seat.

Silent. Sohyun glanced at Jihoon, the red mane youth lowered his head, one hand raised linking his fingers with Sohyun's fingers. He stopped it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Jihoon raised his face, he pulled both corners of his lips to smile. Sohyun frowned, a smile different from the one Sohyun had ever seen.

"Making you into the hospital."

Sohyun lowered his head. The initiative of his thumb returned Jihoon's thumb rubbing against his fingers. He smiled, for some reason it felt so comfortable.

"It's okay, it's not your fault anyway."

Next to Jihoon's eyebrows raised up. I don't understand Sohyun's words.

Sohyun smiled. "You don't smoke."

"Where do you know that?" jihoon asked, Sohyun approached, slashing the distance between the two of them.

Jihoon widened his eyes. His heart raced twice as much as before.

Sohyun could not hide his smile as his brown irises noticed the water on Jihoon's face that turned startled. The black bead belonging to the red mane youth widened perfectly when Sohyun's face suddenly drew closer to him.

It is about three centi. The noses of both of them were a little more attached, if only Sohyun was a little closer maybe the two pink lips touched Jihoon's cold lips.

Sohyun closed his eyes for a few seconds, and was silent. He allowed himself to get too close to Jihoon's face, even if the fear disappeared if the young man in front of him suddenly kissed him.

The sakura petals opened slowly, displaying chocolate slices as beautiful as the galaxy. Sohyun smiled widely.

"I don't inhale cigarette smoke in your breath."

Sohyun distanced his face and resuscitated his back at the head of the ward.

Jihoon exhaled slowly. The events of the last few seconds were not good for his heart. He could have died with a heart attack diagnosis.

"Your face is destroyed. Have you treated him?"

Jihoon nodded, he lowered his face deeply, hiding the bruises on his face.

"Why did you hit him?"

"Just he makes me angry."

"You're making him mad too."

Jihoon straightened his head, his brown irises immediately met with the brown irises of Sohyun who was looking at him pity.

If only Jihoon could ask he didn't want to see Sohyun's pity on him.

"You hear that?" jihoon asked, and was taken by Sohyun in response.

"certain. I hear everything."

"Including that disgusting thing?"

Sohyun nodded his head a second time. Jihoon let out a desperate breath. Ending already, Sohyun would be disgusted by her.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Have helped and protected me." Sohyun was silent for a few seconds, making a pause between the two of them. "I owe you my life."

"You're gonna do anything to make up for it?" jihoon asked with his ignorant eyes. Sohyun rolled his eyes lazily, he regretted what he had just said. Stupid him.

"No, I'll only help you when you're in trouble. That's it, don't ask for anything crazy again Park Jihoon, being your lover alone has made my head hurt."

Jihoon laughed crisply.

Sohyun's face reddened, annoyed and mixed with embarrassment. Upset that Jihoon was looking at him with an unwelcome look, and ashamed that he was saying a sentence that he should not have said.

"Did being my lover make your head hurt Cutie?" jihoon asked along with his slightly eased laugh.

Sohyun looked flat at Jihoon. The young man was eager to laugh again, but he held it back as much as possible. Jihoon did not want to see both of his lover's eyebrows bend sharply, like the angry brids alone.

"You just have to adapt to me. I can't change my bad attitude fast, can I."

"That's because you're a demon."

Jihoon nodded his head. "And you are my angel. I need you to help me out of the darkness. This is the first time I've asked for help."

"..."

"And this is the first time I've ever fallen in love like this. You're my first woman, and my angel."

Sohyun smiled shyly, he again felt his cheeks heat up. Sohyun sure the red is more than before, even he felt if the red radiates up to his earlobe.

"How's Park Sohyun? Do you want to accept me as your lover?"

"You are biacra what is Park Jihoon" Sohyun said.

He fixed his position back to lie down, his hands immediately pulled the blanket to cover his head.

Jihoon chuckled furiously seeing Sohyun hiding his body behind his thick blanket.

"How's it?"

"Shuutt shut up, I'm going to bed." Sohyun's voice is under the thick blanket.

Jihoon again laughed crisply. Teasing Sohyun really entertained him, although on the other hand everything that was said a few seconds ago was very sincere.

Jihoon wanted Sohyun to accept himself completely, pulling himself out of the darkness that had suffocated him for several years.

He wants to live a normal life again, with his power rangers.

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"Jin."

Woojin turned to his right. He smiled and then moved his feet toward the mother who was preparing dinner.

Woojin gulped his saliva, the dish on the table really aroused his taste and made the worms screeching.

Various types of complete dishes at the family dining table, ranging from Japchae, Kimbap, Cheonggukjang Bulgogi and Kimchi. It is very appetizing, especially Madam Park's cuisine can be said to be the cuisine of the chefs.

"Is there an eomma guest?" tanya Woojin was curious. In front of him was a lot of good food.

It was impossible for her mother to cook this much just for the three of them. It will not run out, even though Woojin is a food enthusiast, he will not be able to spend all this.

His mother smiled and nodded her head in response to the son's question.

"The Nakyung family will come to dinner with us. Ah yes can you ask Jihoon to come over to join?" said the mother

Woojin straightened his head as his eardrum heard a name he did not want to hear. Nakyung, the name of the girl who has destroyed her family, and the girl who made herself and Jihoon hate each other for a long time.

"Why did they come?"

"Your sister is coming, and it just so happens that she came along with Nakyung's father."

"Is that crazy boy coming?"

Plaques

"He's your brother Park Woojin, why do you always call him a crazy boy." Said mother. Woojin grimaces in pain, one hand impulsively touching his exhausted arm struck by his mother.

"That's because he's crazy. Aishh why is he coming home, instead of him enjoying life in Canada?"

"He took a month off."

"Heol, what for? Isn't the summer break not yet??"

The mother turned her head, looking intently at this one wayward prince.

"She just came to see her parents. Already, call Jihoon over there. I didn't want to know she had to come to dinner with us." said the mother final.

Woojin shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently.  He grabbed the strawberry buh lying on the table and ate it.

"He won't come. Who would want to meet that crazy boy."

"Yaaaaaa, Park Woojin."

The tan-skinned young man immediately ran away from the kitchen. It's very dangerous if he stays there, and gets hit dear for the second time.

After being in the family room. Woojin directly sat his body on the sofa, his legs raised to lean on the table.

The television is on and it features a drama broadcast that Woojin doesn't even know the story. He simply turned it on, letting the sound of the television dissipate the silence around him.

Woojin pulled out a flat object hidden inside the skau of his jeans. He was silent for a while, his thumb then pressed a few numbers, after the number appeared to be connected, Woojin immediately brought his phone closer to his ear, while waiting for the recipient of the call.

"Hm wae?"

"What's Sohyun's condition now?"

the receiver of the phone takes a few seconds. Woojin imagines it if Jihoon is currently looking at Sohyun.

"He's been awake since then and now pretending to sleep "

"I heard it."

Woojin smiled, Sohyun's voice across the street managed to make Woojin smile again brightly.

"What's wrong?"

Woojin sighed slowly.he turned to the kitchen, which was not too far from the family room. Her mother's smile rearranging the dishes on the table made her feel guilty.

"Jin?!"

"Can you come to the house tonight."

"What's wrong?"

"The crazy boy came, and Nakyung's family went to dinner."

Jihoon was silent for a few seconds giving a pause between them.

"You're crazy, why did you tell me to come. No need, tell mom I'm busy."

Bibs

Woojin sighed heavily. As expected if a demon like Jihoon would not come to this dinner. He leaned his head on the head of the sofa.

His black bead stared blankly at the large lights hanging from the ceiling of his family room.

One of his hands raised up against the base of his nose that was throbbing pain. What Woojin has to do to get his asshole brother to come and have a night together.

Woojin does not want to make his mother sad because one of his sons did not come.

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