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Headquarters.

Jisung’s workplace.

At least on the upper planes, the ones humans didn’t know about.

Because on earth, Jisung was an office worker, a friend to Jeongin and Hyunjin and he was very close to them.

But he was an angel before everything else, a rival to Minho.

Hyunjin, Jeongin’s lover, was guided by Seungmin and Felix and as rules were strict, they couldn’t meet each other during their job – shouldn’t was the right word, but Minho was a demon so it didn’t count for him in his opinion.

Jisung tried his best, but he had to admit Jeongin was a difficult human. He was already impulsive as a person and he felt deeply, Jisung always said he was intense. He loved and hated, he cleared that out before anything else, he wanted to show his feelings and he didn’t hide how crazy he was at times, as Minho usually called him.

Their human was special, maybe it was how every angel and demon viewed theirs but Jisung was proud of Jeongin and his career, he was becoming a great actor and he loved to be there for him when he worked, be it as a human friend or his angel, always ready to help him calm down and guide his decisions in the best direction possible.

Now, Minho.

Minho was a demon, and he was Jeongin’s demon, the one that had more power over him, because Jeongin grew up with a tendency to go against the rules. Whatever Minho suggested, be it in his demonic form or the human bodyguard always by his side, it worked. Jeongin reacted quickly when it came to rage, he almost broke someone’s nose once only for insulting Hyunjin and he almost refused a role just because Minho told him he should try to ask for more money and greed was easy to fall for.

Now things were even more complicated because Jeongin was just done with the shooting of the last scenes of a crime drama, he was tired and he wanted to meet Jisung at a private 5 stars restaurant to tell him the news, news that Jisung already knew: he was marrying Hyunjin this week and he was invited.

Jisung knew all the details about it, he was there when they decided the date, even if Jeongin didn’t know. And he couldn’t wait to see the next chapter of his human’s life ready to start.

He should dress well for tonight, to meet him and probably Hyunjin, he was curious to see him too. For now, his shift as an angel was starting so he needed to dress as an angel.

Jisung’s style was the usual, white shirt and white pants, silver earring to keep away the devil’s temptation and golden necklace to have God’s sunlight protect him. He needed to work through Jeongin’s usual stress now that he was getting married, this was bad.

Meeting with the other angels in the hallway, ready to go down on earth felt weird every single time. Because he wasn’t used to having a human for so long and working for so long. Before Jeongin’s, Jisung had kids, because they were easy to manage and adults were so much more bother since they always fought with themselves and made angels and demons confused and it didn’t help making a decision for the humans.

Times were different, demons weren’t considered enemies of heaven and hell didn’t dislike the bright auras of angels that much anymore, things were going well and they were balanced for the sake of humans, they were freer than ever since they didn’t work with them 24/7.

It worked ok, but Jisung felt weird to have long shifts, even after three years. But he couldn’t wait to see Jeongin’s new movie, he couldn’t wait to check out Hyunjin's too.

Well, he guessed he could go with Seungmin since the other angel was waiting for him in the hall, right next to the celestial portal for earth.

God, he hoped to get through this upcoming week well and without a potential mess.

Seungmin waved at him the moment he looked up from his book – a newsletter of the human world they read before descending there, usually about their human but it had other news too that might cause stress or anxiety to their human.

Jisung sighed and took his own when his hand passed over the levitating table, ready to scroll through the pages of Jeongin’s night. Apparently nothing major happened last night, except the usual sexual acts Jisung skipped and what he ate, he trusted the man was eating well and taking care of his health. Jeongin was indeed awake right now, so he had time to see him at his workplace before they wrapped up all the details and touches of the contract – Chan, his manager, was definitely doing a great job. Jisung wondered if Minho was there already, if he was there as a demon or a bodyguard.

He closed the book as he approached Seungmin, leaning on the column waiting for another couple angels to get ready as well and then he sighed, he was tired.

“I’m not excited these days…” He let out, staring in front of him and avoiding Seungmin’s eyes but the other leaned in his personal space.

“Why?” Seungmin’s first question already bothered him, “are you scared of Minho or something?”

Of course not!

“Seungmin… he’s chill.”

“He is…” Seungmin leaned back on the wall, not giving him shit for a couple seconds before he opened his mouth again, “but he likes his job, meanwhile you aren't always excited for it, which gives him more freedom with the human.”

He was the one to talk…

“And you?” Jisung tilted his head to him, “Felix is a mess.”

“But he doesn’t like to cater to Hyunjin so I can make Hyunjin be as good as a sheep.”

Jisung grimaced, but it was mocking as well.

Hyunjin wasn’t that good as a puppy as Seungmin thought, but Seungmin gave Hyunjin freedom as well, him and Felix were on the same page, that was why they worked great together while Minho and Jisung expressed if they didn’t like something and that was why Jeongin was usually confused and people said he didn’t know what he wanted.

“God… now that I think about it, the wedding is happening soon.” Jisung changed the topic, he was too tired to talk about the demons.

“Yea, thank the heavens.”

A new life for their humans, a new chapter of their life was about to start.

Hyunjin was a great actor and Jeongin as well, they met on set when Seungmin and Jisung had been assigned to cater to them and since then, the two were inseparable, despite his Jeongin being a pest as if he was a child or something.

“Felix keeps talking about you two by the way.” Seungmin said with a grin, low voice now that a couple angels walked towards them.

“Me and–”

“Minho…” Seungmin completed for him, almost enjoying the face Jisung made when Seungmin resumed the demon topic, “you know, the rumor you two are very close…”

Oh, that…

“I mean, we take care of the same human.”

Seungmin cocked an eyebrow, then he eyed how the angels opened the portal and took Jisung’s hand gently to pull him towards it. Sure , because Seungmin hated traveling through it alone, Jisung always forgot.

“Me and Felix too,” he whispered now, squeezing his hand while Jisung still tried to avoid his eyes, “but we don’t look like we’re together.”

“Together…” Jisung frowned, “like how?”

“Like touching.”

“We never touched,” Jisung responded quickly when he heard that word, he hated being accused of that, “it’s a rule to not touch.”

Seungmin’s sigh was dragged, then he huffed as if he was offended, “first of all, that rule is too old, only you and a couple dumbasses still follow it and second,” he then pinched Jisung’s palm, “not even in your human forms?”

“I think we didn’t…” Jisung thought for a moment then added, “maybe once brushing against each other I don’t know.”

“Minho is chill, your words,” Seungmin shrugged, “I’m sure the rumors aren’t founded but you two go on well so much, even the rivalry seems pretty healthy, which is weird with a demon.”

Was it really?

They fought a lot usually, they didn’t go on well when it came to Jeongin’s decisions and they fought for that, they didn’t give each other space, it was a constant argument between them.

“He’s very…” Jisung didn’t really know how to describe the demon, “he likes to make my job hard.”

“It’s his job.”

It was, but it still bothered Jisung. Felix and Seungmin seemed to both be lazy and they only exchanged considerations and gave each other priority when something was happening. Hyunjin was impulsive but he was so kind, he wasn’t scared to show disgust through very strong actions and he was so in love with Jeongin and treated him like a prince.

Meanwhile Jeongin was a mess… mostly because Jisung and Minho were always arguing. When Jisung wanted Jeongin to act some type of way, Minho tempted him to act impulsive, he literally suggested Jeongin to run when Hyunjin proposed and since Jisung dragged his ass on the floor that day, Jeongin cried for ten minutes straight – it was weird since even Seungmin revealed himself that day in front of them and scolded them, while of course Felix laughed of them.

The rules were fucked and Seungmin never followed them as much as Jisung did, he revealed himself in front of them just to chat or say hi or even only to wave in their direction, he touched Felix multiple times and even met him on the middle plane, between the heavens and hell.

Sometimes Jisung thought they had a relationship but it wasn’t the case apparently and the rumors sprouted around him and Minho, because they showed themselves to be very… professional, in a way.

“Still… you and Felix are close and we aren’t, why are people always talking about us?”

Seungmin laughed under his breath, but he didn't answer, he only shook his head and the next second, they were on earth and Jisung was alone, Seungmin’s hand fading away from his.

He missed the warmth of it now, but it was fine, he could do it, like any other day of the week, he could make it a good day, guide Jeongin into a better decision of his life.

First, to go see him close the contract and see the details of his shots, he was excited.

He spread his wings, ready to fly high and get where he needed to be. It was weird to go there alone because usually Seungmin followed him since their humans were always together but apparently today Hyunjin had other plans.

“You’re ready?”

The voice startled Jisung, his wings scattering feathers everywhere and even in his hair.

Minho, that demon.

Jisung tilted his head to the side to see Minho leaned on a wall, chewing gum in an annoying way he usually had and he was… human?

Oh, Minho was dressed in his usual bodyguard uniform now, arms folded on his chest and a stupid grin on his face.

“Are you gonna–” Jisung started, pointing at the way he was dressed and Minho pushed himself off that wall, fixing his belt and combing his fingers through his hair rapidly.

“I will give you space today, I need to be at work.”

“You are at work.” Jisung knitted his brows, he was sick of getting pissed today, everyone seemed to get on his nerves.

"Bodyguard, Jisung,” Minho answered calmly, “I can’t lose that job.”

“And you can simply do that?”

“I don’t care, hell lets me do it so.”

Hell let him… of course hell didn’t care while he had to do his job for twelve hours and meet Jeongin again tonight for dinner and… fuck, it was unfair than Minho could do that.

“So, you’re leaving me alone, that’s what you’re saying?”

“Basically,” the demon shrugged, tilting his head back to Jisung as he started walking towards his car, “if you wanna think of it that way.”

Jisung groaned in frustration, sprinting towards him and then starting flying to get in front of him, “how long?”

Minho walked across him, ignoring him at first but Jisung insisted and asked again, louder and Minho finally stopped, turning to him right when he opened the car door, “I don’t know, probably all day.”

Jisung gritted his teeth and levitated up, crossing his legs midair with a pout, “fuck you.”

“It’s work.”

“This is work.” Jisung fisted his shirt nervously, that was so unfortunate because today Jeongin was probably nervous.

“Aren’t you happy you get to make Jeongin behave all day?” Minho got inside the car, starting the engine to drive away.

“No, because it’s too much work.”

“Can’t help with that, Jisung.”

And he was gone, as usual.

Fuck Minho.

Also when Minho called his name, Jisung felt all weird inside. Was he even working most of the time or he simply used the excuse of bodyguard shifts to skip demon duties?

Fuck him.

Jisung flew away, he didn’t have any other choice but to take care of his human, alone. At least Minho could have offered him a ride to the set, why was he so egoist?

Jisung hated to always fight with him, it was unfair how much work he had to do with Jeongin.

Luckily for him, Jeongin was already on set and there were other bodyguards and Jeongin’s manager, a pancake full of love and sweetness that always managed to make things work for Jeongin. And Hyunjin was there too, even if only to check a couple scenes and go eventually. He had a minor role in that movie but he enjoyed sharing the space with Jeongin when it came to movies and tv series they were in together, it was refreshing to watch them act together as well.

Maybe today was working. Maybe the way Hyunjin was a calm presence for Jeongin worked, even if Minho’s late arrival forced Jisung into a couple mistakes.

Jeongin looked at the last shots and some older scenes in silence, waiting for the last ok. He was so professional, Jisung was so proud of him.

“You should totally approve those scenes,” Jisung whispered from Jeongin’s right side, “you looked great and the fake blood looks so realistic, they deserve some compliments.”

Jeongin followed Jisung’s suggestions well so far but at some point Minho got right beside him, the bodyguard stealing glances around and his eyes eventually ended up on Jisung’s aura.

Jeongin seemed ok but making eye contact with Minho half of the time was getting Jisung all anxious, why was he every-damn-where?

“I think we can go, but…”

And the worst part was that if Jisung was anxious, so was Jeongin.

Shit.

Jeongin bit into his bottom lip, rewinding one scene he wasn’t sure of. Jisung wasn’t either but he didn’t say anything to Jeongin, even if the human felt Jisung’s insecurities and Jisung had no one to urge Jeongin to just fucking go with it, Jisung couldn’t ignore his feelings, nor Jeongin’s. Were those even Jeongin’s?

Fuck, Jisung was getting nervous.

“Ok, deep breaths.” Jisung spoke softly but Jeongin seemed to pick that as a suggestion and it only made Jisung more… furious, he was distressed, badly.

And Minho only stared at them, then walked away when another bodyguard called. He wasn’t about to help, to do anything, for the angel he shared the human with, nor the human he had to tempt.

Indeed, fuck Minho.

“Mister Yang, shall we cut those off?”

Jeongin shook his head, finger pressing on the pause bottom and looking closely at one photogram in particular.

“No,” Jisung answered for him, but it wasn’t enough, “I think they look pretty… well, yea, they work–”

“They look great, shut up.” Seungmin’s voice made Jisung wince rapidly, wings shaking a little.

Suddenly the other appeared in front of him, "what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm all alone,” Jisung tried to justify himself, growing anxious by any second when people stared at Jeongin waiting for him to say something, “I can't work this way."

"Just tell him to go home and kiss his future husband and it's done."

"I don't know…" Jisung leaned on Jeongin’s shoulder, eyeing the photogram slightly and then whispering some encouraging words to his human, in hope he didn’t pick the disapproval of his angel.

"Jisung, you're confusing him."

"You aren't supposed to give me suggestions." Jisung looked up with a pout.

It wasn't his fault, it was entirely on Minho that now was looking at them, lips pressed together and trying to connect what was happening. Stupid demon.

"We shouldn’t discuss this." he added, eyes on Minho.

Why wasn’t he doing anything?

"I do it because you're stupid." Seungmin argued back but then he moved away, as if someone pushed him out of their way.

"Who cares," Felix suddenly appeared as well, "I will just do this."

Jisung didn’t make it in time to react to those words because he didn’t even understand what he meant at first. Then he noticed the demon leaning down and with a whisper, Hyunjin tilted his head to get Jeongin’s manager's attention with a smile and gripped Jeongin’s wrist, dragging him out of the mass of people overwhelming both of them. And now that Jisung thought about it, probably their angels too.

"Solved."

Fucking hell it wasn’t!

"No it’s not." Jisung was so close to snap at him, damned demons.

"Hyunjin is my human, I will make it better for him."

"Fuck you." Jisung cursed, clenching his fists over nothing and levitating in his direction, even if he only wanted to run to Jeongin now.

But a hand over his shoulder pulled him back.

"For being an angel, you have quite a mouth."

The one to speak and cut them all short was a new angel, leaned on Chan's shoulder and he was one Jisung didn’t recognise at first.

Black hair and a white t-shirt that could barely contain the muscular chest and big arms he had, his aureola was a slight golden color so he was a higher angel, but he looked pretty ordinary except for that.

"Hey, Changbin, where the devil?"

Changbin.

Oh , he remembered that name, he was a level A angel, soon to be S, he was top tier and he cleared numbers of archives of human history, he was very good at everything that concerned celestial work. And he was also an angel for a human now, but Jisung didn’t know that human was Chan.

"Beats me, I just work alone all the time,” Changbin scratched his head, scrolling those big shoulders he had, “anyways, you ," then pointed at Jisung, "you need to calm down man, you're so dramatic."

Oh.

Fuck Changbin too then.

He wasn’t dramatic, he just needed others to not mess with his work schedule.

He didn’t know where to start to put everything together when Minho finally stepped in, Seungmin and Felix fading from before his eyes.

Fucking finally.

"Chan, I will take care of him, ok?"

But Minho wasn’t looking at Chan, he was looking at Jisung.

Was he… addressing him as well or something?

Chan sighed, looking up for a moment to try and catch what Minho was staring at – and it was funny to see humans scrunch their noses at him but getting nothing in return.

"Fine, thanks, just tell him it's over now." Chan said, giving up.

"You sly devil, I own you one." Changbin said and disappeared as well.

"No need." Minho said and judging by the tone, it referred to both.

Minho walked away and Jisung followed him, flying next to him till Minho turned around the corner and Jisung cornered him, even if he wanted to literally pin him on the wall.

“You better solve this.”

“Stop arguing with me, Jisung,” Minho ducked Jisung’s hand on the wall to get away easily, “this is an important job for me.”

“Nothing’s more important than duty–”

"For you,” Minho cut him off, “not me, angels have different priorities, we don’t follow those rules.”

So close, Minho leaned so close that Jisung could smell the cherry flavor of that gum he chewed on for hours earlier.

And he let him go.

He felt defeated.

At least Minho seemed to find them easily, Jisung had to follow him to get to Jeongin and apparently, he shouldn’t have because there were some indecent acts going on, that Minho didn’t hesitate to disrupt and make the two so ashamed that Hyunjin kept whining like he’d been physically hit in the guts.

So it was over.

They wrapped up the movie scenes, the decision was made and soon enough the movie was done and Jisung couldn’t wait for the final product, edited and ready.

The rest of the day luckily went by and Jisung was finally done with his shift, even if Minho was done with his human job as well and he took control over Jeongin for the rest of the evening, right when they had to meet for dinner.

The restaurant was chic and they ate well; Jisung pretended to be shocked by the news of such a rapid wedding, but of course they had to make it quick and in secret before paparazzi found them.

And to have an official invitation made him happy. Jeongin was his human but he was also a friend when Jisung had that suit of an office worker on, he enjoyed knowing they could grow close like that as well.

The only thing was, a week to prepare was about to become the worst of his life, as a friend and, unfortunately, as Jeongin’s angel.

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Three days till the wedding Jisung had to admit he was exhausted.

First he had to finish some work he forgot he had left half done, the intern pissed him off, the secretary was useless and the extra hours were still unpaid. No big deal, except it was a bigger deal when he was late for his angelic duties and he ran to Jeongin only to find Minho managing to stress him out.

A long day of following Jeongin was getting to the point where even Minho was getting sick of it and ending the shift at ass o’clock was the worst.

Unfortunately, today as well.

Jisung felt under so much pressure and Minho especially, since just now he realized how easily the human made things unbearable when he was stressed. Because if humans absorbed their angel and devil’s energy, so was the other way around: if Jeongin was overwhelmed, Minho and Jisung were going nuts as well. A very bad combination, a very strange way to connect.

But Jisung liked to feel those feelings too sometimes, to feel part of a story, a human one.

“He’s sleeping.” Minho peeked through the window, leaning on the wall of the roof and exhaling.

Jisung was sitting on the tiles, looking up and he hummed, he didn’t even care to listen to Minho. The demon sat next to him, but kept a big distance between them. Jisung’s wings retracted slowly, the last few feathers being blown away by the wind.

“It’s the new moon apparently.”

Jisung nodded, he remembered he read about how magical stars were during the new moon.

And indeed tonight the stars were so pretty, he could see some constellations he had never seen before and one especially was so bright, too bright.

Wait…

Jisung scooted further and for a moment he felt something tickle his wing and he shook it, but he got a disgusted grunt from Minho and when he turned his head to him, the other had a feather in between his fingers.

“Did you just touch me?” Jisung reacted quickly, wings hiding in his skin as if they were scared.

“No,” Minho scoffed, “one of your feathers fell on my hand.”

Jisung wanted to say something back but a sudden dizziness seemed to take control over his body.

“I don’t feel good.” Jisung whispered, but he wasn’t sure if he said that himself or he just heard Minho say it.

“Neither do I.”

And then he felt weird, he felt so damn weird that for a moment he couldn’t recognise his hands. He swore he was near the window but now he felt dizzy and he wasn’t there anymore.

“Do you believe that prophecy that says we shouldn’t bathe in the first stars during the new moon?” Minho suddenly said, but it wasn’t his voice so Jisung turned.

And he almost screamed at what he saw.

“Because I suddenly feel angelic.” Minho finished the sentence and fuck it wasn’t Minho.

Minho was… him?

There was no fucking way –Jisung completely forgot.

Jisung was inside Minho’s body and the demon was inside him.

Fuck .

“Did it just–” Jisung didn’t know what to say.

Where to start?

Should he call the headquarters?

Did he make a mess?

Was that forbidden?

What was happening?

“Ok,” Minho took a deep breath, “maybe we can–”

“Don’t you dare touch me.” Jisung scooted away, then he stood up, for a moment he didn’t know how to fly with those tiny wings Minho had.

God, why was he punished like that, what did he do?

This was horrible?

And why was Minho so calm all the damn time?

“Damn, ok, I won’t, calm down,” Minho put his hands ahead, not moving from there as Jisung stared down, “I don’t know why you’re so scared to touch me.”

“I’m not scared I’m just…” he wasn’t scared, right? He wasn’t even sure why he didn’t want that to happen, “against it.”

“It’s stupid, ok, I don’t care,” Minho inhaled, “listen, Felix is around here.”

“What?” Jisung opened his mouth in shock.

“He’s alone, definitely,” Minho finally stood as well, “but he can ask what just happened in hell in my place.”

Jisung didn’t even hear that, because now he was focusing on the way his mouth moved now that Minho was inside of him.

“Did I always have that face?”

“Yea, you did.” Minho didn’t hesitate to answer.

“There’s no way I can do this,” Jisung covered his ears in distress, almost getting pinched by the multitude of earrings Minho had, “I can already feel your burning aura corrupting me.”

Minho scoffed, making Jisung’s face contort in an unnatural way.

“Don’t use my face to make those…” Jisung pointed around, “faces.”

Minho sighed, but he remained in silence.

It wasn’t their fault, right?

They could solve that, right?

Jisung was so stressed, fuck.

He saw that happen once to an angel and in two days their wings turned red and their attitude changed so much, what if the same happened to Jisung? He just couldn't bear the thought of it.

He waited for Minho to look for Felix in his body and it pissed him off but when he was finally there, Felix was in a human form and laughing at them.

"I'm calling Seungmin too, don't shift before you make a mess." Felix instructed, but he was still laughing at them.

It wasn't funny, it was a tragedy.

And right when Jisung was about to lose his shit completely, finally he saw a celestial portal open and Seungmin rapidly fly to him.

He wanted to hug him so badly but he shouldn’t, because that was Minho's body and he wasn't sure he was ok with that.

“They said you should stay on earth, it’s ok if you switch back but don’t come up there," Seungmin looked between the two, a bit of pity showing in his eyes, "it might corrupt you, or better, Minho’s body.”

“Seungmin," Jisung was so close to sobbing, "for how long?”

“They say it should last a couple days, but you two need to be there together when the shadow of the moon moves the constellation away.” Seungmin said, looking at Jisung like he was truly himself, but he wasn’t.

He had Minho’s body.

And soon, Minho’s job and life for some time.

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Waking up in an apartment he didn’t recognize was weird, despite the fact that Jisung took a shower and slept there all night. It was absurd.

Tomorrow they had a big day and Jeongin as usual didn’t decide which of the three suits to wear to his big day, not to mention he wasn’t sure the location was decorated.

So they had an important long shift as angel and devil, which was a mess.

Jisung wasn't excited to learn how to behave like Minho so of course the first thing he did was taking a day or two off as a bodyguard because he truly wasn't ready to do that, even if in the end he was forced to work a couple hours anyways. Minho instead needed to only organise some files and work from home, easy to be said and thanks to Jisung’s hard work he was having a better time than him – stupid note: he wanted to tell Minho what to do, but he realized he didn’t have his phone number and never cared to ask before now. At least he wasn't ruining Jisung’s career, which wasn't even important to Jisung but he still didn't want to lose that.

He looked at Minho’s body in the mirror, he was well built and he liked what he saw. He liked the way Minho’s hair felt and it looked easy to style, but he couldn't get used to that multitude of piercings, especially the tongue one, it felt weird.

So wings be it today.

Minho’s wings were smaller than his, they were red and bat-like, with black details that he knew were unique for every demon of hell and a mark that separated them from purgatory sentinels, the ones that never left their job and always kept going. And a stupid long tail that apparently did whatever it wanted. Ok, that was weird, he never noticed Minho had it before, did he hide it?

He was ready to start that day now that he had more control over the flight, but it still felt weird.

Jeongin was of course getting ready to go and choose his groom's suit, but before that Jisung knew he had to do something.

His first instinct was to suggest Jeongin to keep calm and call his tailor but… he had to be the devil today.

So he did something stupid and maybe Jeongin had a little bit of motion sickness while he drove to the shop, a very exclusive one and pretty private at least.

And maybe Jisung distracted a little bit, it was possible but when he got back from the back of the store – it wasn't his job to check the shop but he was Minho today, so why not use his instinctive skills to make sure it was all ok – he noticed too many suits on the sofa and Jeongin trying a very… special one.

The colors were a little vibrant, the details bloody red and mixed with blue… what?

He wondered if he did that all by himself but then he saw feathers everywhere and he got the answer before he formulated the question.

"He never knows what he wants," Minho walked towards him with an annoyed face, "he's not sure of the colors I suggested."

Jesus fucking Christ.

Also, what happened to Jisung’s body? Minho kept twitching the wings and making a mess with those feathers, he even had a bad hair day and one of his earrings was facing backwards.

“You did what?” Jisung’s orbs went wide while the other blinked simply at him.

“I told him red is better than white–”

“It’s a wedding Minho," Jisung didn't even want to hear the rest, "you can’t just use my kind aura to suggest him something that’s gonna make a mess, fuck you.”

“Fuck… fuck me ?!" Minho babbled, incredulous, "you told him that eating till exploding was a good idea! That’s the temptation? We’re confusing him, damn!"

Ok, so he knew that.

That wasn’t working, Jisung wasn’t good at that, at all.

“You’re using me to make a mess.” Jisung quickly lost his composure, he didn't like how things were going today already.

“You do the same.” Minho replied dull, but he was as stressed as him, he knew his own body reactions well enough to recognise that feather twitch.

“What do you suggest?” Jisung tried to be reasonable for a moment, but judging by Minho’s face, it was about to get worse.

“To fucking change back in human forms," Minho huffed, "we did enough now.”

“The shift isn’t over.” Jisung folded his arms on his chest, the way they felt was so unnatural but he couldn’t distract with that now.

“I don’t give a shit, Jisung.”

What the–

Jisung suddenly groaned, making Minho stop midair. He wasn’t making a bigger mess, Jisung refused to let it happen.

“You’re not using my body to create chaos, you stupid featherless red pepper.”

Pause.

Minho levitated back with his feet on the ground.

“What did you just say?”

“I refuse to let–”

“I heard you…" Minho chuckled nervously, " damn , that’s the dumbest insult I’ve ever heard.”

"Fuck you," Jisung was so close to snapping now, especially with how Jeongin seemed so stressed about that stupid suit, "featherless demon."

Minho sighed, letting the topic drop.

"Fuck you too, I don't like working like this."

As if what Minho was doing was considered work… fuck , Jisung was exhausted.

They needed to find a solution, for both Jeongin’s imminent breakdown and their roles.

Thank the heavens, the solution walked through the door.

"Chan!"

And Jisung felt useless, but at least his human was safe.

"You two need to calm down." Changbin appeared in front of them, arm around Chan's neck and a dull face that smelled of disappointment, or maybe Jisung was too self conscious he fucked up.

"It's not–" Jisung tried to defend himself but to no avail.

"Higher planes knows what happened to you two, but still," Changbin let out a sigh, leaving Chan's side for a moment, "you need to fucking stop creating a bad mood around your human."

Jisung felt tears creep in the corner of his eyes.

Shit.

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The day of the wedding came too fast and they still didn’t get back to normal. Jisung felt so weird staying on earth, he forgot what it was like to stay in a human apartment and looking at himself in the mirror was weird.

He missed his own apartment, but they needed to pretend they weren’t together or worse, they weren’t in each other’s bodies, which was even harder to explain.

In the heavens there were already rumors about it and he couldn't think about it now, he had so many things to decide.

Apparently, Minho already had a couple suits to wear at the wedding and Jisung thought they looked pretty good on him.

Minho’s body suited dark colors so well but grey was perfect for him. He hoped Minho didn’t find it weird.

And he had a nice car that Jisung wasn't really able to drive but it felt interesting to have, Minho’s life was… interesting, even if he couldn't be very chatty with those bodyguard colleagues.

He wasn’t sure if anyone found him weird or if Minho got cornered at some point with accusations of any kind. Either way, he felt out of place standing there all alone while waiting for the grooms to arrive. He got there first after the first ceremony and to be honest he never liked how it was so formal but it was probably his angel brain complaining.

At least Seungmin was waving at him and Felix came right after, he was starting to feel pretty lonely. Once again, Jisung wanted to hug him but he wasn't sure he could.

Hopefully, tonight this nightmare was destined to end since the celestial new moon was close to an end. Jisung spent the last couple nights looking at the stars, he liked them a lot but they were also the ones pulling this terrible curse on him. And Minho of course, Jisung forgot Minho didn't enjoy that either.

Speaking of him, here he was walking in Jisung’s body like it belonged to him. Well, at least it wasn't suspicious but still, Minho looked so confident. He chose a simple brown one and Jisung liked it, it was fine.

The wedding festivities started with fireworks and the grooms already chose the music while everyone started eating.

Jisung sat next to Minho and for some damn reason he felt watched by Jeongin the whole fucking dinner, it was like he was purposely waiting for something while he giggled with Hyunjin about something.

It wasn't the first time he felt that way, Jeongin always looked at Jisung when he was next to Minho for some reason but this time he looked at Minho, since this was Minho’s body.

Minho leaned on every now and then and Jisung felt in his way for some reason. Excluding the usual not touching that Jisung was still dedicated to keep as a rule, Jisung also wasn't used to seeing him as a human for so long, it had been more than an hour and it was… weird to see himself like that.

Why did he want to know how Minho smelled now?

Wait, wasn't it weird since he was staring at his own body?

Oh shit, the vanity got to his brain, maybe he was already corrupted.

He suddenly didn't want to eat or even breathe next to him, it was so weird.

But he also got dragged by Jeongin on the dance floor and he forgot that Minho was indeed a very good dancer but he wasn't.

Minho was actually trying to keep himself in check and Jisung wanted to ask him some things about that because they needed to probably give Jeongin some suggestions. Part of him was just paranoid, another part had that angel instinct tingle, even when his body wasn't that of an angel.

And then they found each other face to face and Jisung’s heart jumped in his throat.

“You two should dance.” Felix said, getting behind Seungmin and pushing him onto Jisung.

Jisung didn't even have time to react to the fact Seungmin ended up pressed on Minho’s back because the next second he got pushed by Felix onto Minho and his arms rapidly catched him.

First, Felix touched him so easily, fuck.

Second, now Minho touched him, he kept his hands gripped around his torso.

Hard.

“It’s good for the grooms," the demon pointed at the couple with his thumb, "they like to see you together.”

And indeed Jeongin was happy, too happy.

Goddammit– shit , he shouldn't swear that way.

What was happening?

Were they trying to match them or something?

And fuck what should he do now that they touched?

Minho looked at him with an apologetic look, he never thought Minho could be sorry for something.

Then music started and Minho took Jisung’s hand, dragging him on the dance floor among the other couples rapidly, but right when they started dancing together, Minho leaned close to Jisung’s ear.

"You forgot a piercing."

Once again, fuck Minho.

Just to prove a point, Jisung stuck his tongue out, "I didn't."

Minho huffed, "good job."

He wanted to doubt Minho too but he looked great, he even had the usual earrings Jisung wore on earth.

"Think we should shift?"

Jisung shook his head, hands now on Minho's shoulders, "not now, but I do want to check this place because I'm a little…"

"Anxious?"

Jisung hummed, biting his lip.

"I just don't feel at ease."

"Then we should go check downstairs." Minho stopped dancing, once again dragging Jisung away.

Oh , they should.

Jisung nodded, it was best.

" Oh , the second couple is already leaving the party?"

Felix was really getting on his nerves tonight. First with the food, then with the drinks and he even knew they were in each other’s bodies so it was even worse.

"Shut up." Jisung snarled, Felix was on their back with that couple stuff all night, it was getting bothering real quick.

But the reaction of the people around was a little… Well, even Jisung forgot he wasn't looking like Jisung tonight.

Shit.

Minho sighed but he kept pulling Jisung away and to the bathrooms. People will definitely imply some stuff now, huh?

Jisung didn’t know why he wasn't really bothered by it now, it had been a while since it was ok to think of Minho… in some type of way. In  a very warm type of way, shit, was he catching feelings for him or something? He might he but it was... maybe being in his body was playing with his head.

Ok, he was attractive and Jisung had the opportunity to wake up in that body for two consecutive mornings and Minho’s body was… he was so attractive and Jisung had to admit he might have thought about that before.

It wasn’t even that bothering touching him in his human form, he was getting so over it now he barely noticed their hands were laced together, at least till they opened some doors around the corners to check on them and got on the first floor.

Jisung had to admit Jeongin was completely crazy keeping the whole building for a wedding, but Jisung was also scared paparazzi might easily find out. The hotel was well built, it had a big salon to keep reception there and party and people were easily able to get to their rooms that well. Those two were spending so much money over this, but it was their special day and Jisung was paranoid that some curious photographer got inside.

And he swore he heard someone on that floor and so did Minho and for once, they decided together to go and check.

But then the door suddenly slammed close and there was no light. Someone passed beside Jisung and brushed against his shoulder.

What was that.

Jisung wasn’t sure it was a good idea but he took some stuff from Minho’s closet and he might have a weapon with him. It was probably fine to take it out so he tried to follow the mere sound of steps and maybe he could at least know who was behind that. He didn’t want to talk, it might be dangerous and he was sure Minho wasn’t next to him anymore but at some point he managed to get caught onto something that grabbed his wrist hard.

“I’m sick of you two,” a familiar voice rang around, “now get together and let people enjoy a stupid human wedding.”

And then the lights turned on and Jisung could finally look at what caught his hand: Minho. And the worst part was that Minho handcuffed him to himself.

Shit.

They stared at each other then up to find Felix flying over their heads. His devilish smile made sense, he was the one to make them handcuff themselves there.

"I didn't touch you by the way,” Felix specified, “you did that yourself."

Dammit, Minho literally caught him.

"It was fun," Felix laughed, leaning the door close, "enjoy your bonding moment."

Then a key, Felix locked them inside that room.

Minho cursed, “there’s no way he did that–”

“He just did, Minho," Jisung wanted to scream, "fuck you and your stupid demon brain, why did you bring handcuffs at their wedding?”

As if Jisung being tempted to take them from that closer as a good bodyguard wasn't enough.

Minho blinked, not expecting Jisung to explode probably, as if it was new or something. Fuck, he definitely wanted to explode, he was so tired of all that.

“Ji–”

“No, fuck you, you fucking used my body like that, fuck your stupid job, your demon blood and your demon friend," Jisung rattled his hand over Minho’s, pulling Minho’s as well, "and fuck Seungmin too, I hate you all, leave me the fuck alone, I have an important job to do!”

He raged out so badly he now was having a headache and after a moment of silence, Minho cleared his throat and Jisung shot daggers at him.

“He’s gonna be ok," Minho tried, "we whispered all the intentions to him for the past days and we’re here as his friends only, he’s gonna be ok.”

“I wanted to be there…” Jisung bit his bottom lip hard, “to check on him, he’s my human.”

“ Our human Jisung," Minho pointed out, "he’s gonna be ok, he’s our Jeongin.”

“I want my body back.”

Jisung was so confused, he couldn’t believe Minho brought handcuffs to a wedding while in his body and he even acted like he was protecting Jeongin when there were so many other bodyguards there and Jisung should have, if anything, bring those handcuffs since he was in control of Minho’s body now.

“I don’t have the key by the way.”

Great, Jisung wanted to punch Minho now.

“Why?”

Minho shrugged and Jisung inhaled quickly, so ready to pull him into a fist fight.

“He’ll eventually get bored and come back to unlock the door.”

“When it would be too late probably.” Jisung scoffed, rolling his eyes up.

“Maybe.”

How was he supposed to work now?

Either of the jobs he had.

It was close to midnight too, so they needed to stay under the stars soon.

If he found Felix, he would say fuck it and handcuff both his hands and ankles.

Jisung was furious.

“Calm down.”

Jisung as an answer grunted then pulled Minho to the door, the other complying till Jisung got in front of it and with all his might, he kicked the door till it almost cracked.

Minho blinked in confusion but he didn’t make it in time to tell Jisung anything because Jisung kicked it again, this time with his knee and with another boot he opened it – or better said, the door literally collapted down.

“If I find him–”

“Let’s get out of here first, the new moon ends in ten minutes or so probably.”

Oh right, Jisung had to get back to his own body.

They walked around in the dark for a while before finally being outside and Jisung even forgot he was handcuffed to Minho for a moment when he looked up.

The stars were breathtaking, he could see the whole sky from that place. Was that the roof?

Because he could see so many lights from there, from the city ones to the stars that flickered in the sky.

Jisung looked around then, waiting to see if the magic happened again – and trying to not be distracted by watching Minho.

Then crooked his fingers under the metal and his wrist and grasped it away in one go, gritting his teeth. Minho looked down, the metal dangling around his wrist like a bracelet.

Demons had such a weird power inside – to be fair, Jisung wasn't sure there was a difference between demons and devils, glossary speaking. But if it made any of them mad about his misuse, he would definitely keep it up.

“You’re on your own with that.” Jisung said with a short breath.

Minho stared at it and then reached for Jisung’s hand, “which will be yours in a few moments.”

“ Shit , that’s right.”

Jisung almost forgot, better free his hand.

They waited for those few moments but they eventually took a seat on the cold concrete.

The stars were worth it in the meantime, there was no real rush anyways. Jeongin was probably doing well, he forgot Minho’s phone in the hotel room but he trusted Jeongin and Hyunjin that they were ok.

And even those two pests of angel and demon, they cared about their human so it was fine, Jisung wanted to trust his gut for once.

He was feeling a little dizzy now, he wondered how long it would take for their bodies to switch but he didn’t notice time was passing, because he was busy counting the falling stars.

Then Minho leaned closer to him.

“I prefer the star earrings, but I accept the studs for now.”

Minho’s voice whispering in his ear was tickling.

Wait… Minho’s?

Jisung rapidly snapped his head to Minho and it was truly the face of the demon and fuck, Jisung’s heart started beating so fast.

Minho winked, “never again, Jisung.”

Jisung bit the inside of his cheek, “it wasn’t a choice, you stupid demon.”

He ignored whatever word was about to get out of Minho’s mouth as he stood up and felt his body with his hands relieved. Jisung missed being back in his own body, he could finally feel the angelic aura being back, but he was still a mass of rage, he wondered if it was Minho’s demonic aura corrupting him, but it seemed it didn’t work for Minho as well – or maybe it did since he was calm most of the time. Maybe it was true that Jisung took the opportunity to be raging, to let out some steam.

“They are probably talking about us…” Jisung commented under his breath, but he wasn’t as mad as he should be.

Maybe because he wasn’t really thinking it was that bad, those rumors weren’t even that bad, they had a chance to get close and it wasn’t people’s business anyways.

"Well, either they talk or not,” Minho looked up while he spoke, as if he couldn’t see Jisung there, “I sort of like you so…"

Oh.

What?

"For–” Jisung choked on his spit, “for real?"

Minho nodded with an amused smile.

Fuck.

This was unexpected, wow. Things were getting weird already but now that he was back in his own body, he felt everything was slowly calming down.

"I didn't know…"

"Of course you didn't…"

"I like you too, I mean… you're so…” how should he even put it? Jisung cursed under his breath.

Minho huffed, "do you, Jisung?"

Fuck, the problem was the way Minho called his name.

So Jisung, since couldn’t express that well with words, stepped in Minho’s space and surged in, “I do, I just figured I truly do.”

Minho’s grin was made to be punched but Jisung wanted to kiss him more, he found a better way to shut him up and it worked so well that he found himself completely overturned by that kiss.

Demon lips probably, whatever it was, Minho tasted of cheap cherry chewing gum and Jisung didn’t have it at all but Minho still had that cherry flavor.

And Minho in his arms suddenly made him calm down, it made sense and it shouldn’t. Those cherry lips shouldn’t make sense.

And Minho’s arms around his neck as he pulled Jisung closer were so warm, Jisung couldn't resist pushing Minho into the wall and kissing him back just as hard.

Fuck, that tongue in his mouth wasn’t the best of signs, right?

This was so much more, Jesus , Minho was addictive, so much that Jisung chased those lips when Minho detached.

“We should go back.”

Jisung nodded absently.

“Don’t look at me that way,” Minho wiped Jisung’s mouth corners, “I’m sure we can stay here as long as we want.”

No, they shouldn’t.

“Jeongin needs us.” Jisung said, trying to recompose but looking at Minho trapped between him and the wall was… his unbuttoned shirt made Jisung lose his mind, fuck, now wasn’t the time to be conscious of how much he always wanted Minho next to him, it was unfair.

“I think he’s busy… the party is over.”

“Oh,” Jisung vocalized, “things are going to get so complicated from now on…”

"Future is scary with those two,” Minho looked up, hand slowly sliding into Jisung’s for a second, “they kept looking at children all day and holding hands like they've been together for an eternity, it makes me want to gag."

"You're so insensitive, typical demon,” Jisung rolled his eyes, letting Minho play with his fingers before they inevitably separated, “have some love in your brain, it's not like they are adopting or are getting old just now."

“You do realize one day Jeongin will have kids?”

Now…

Jisung laughed nervously, “it is a little scary.”

“A lot, for you, thinking how easily kids can see angels.”

Jisung hit Minho with his elbow at the insinuation, “don’t start that.”

Kids couldn't see all angels, they couldn't see theirs for example, but they could see other people's sometimes.

“Why? Are you that scared a possible tiny gremlin will see you?”

“Not really but… life is so scary.” Jisung looked down.

There was so much changing. They were married, things were getting to the next level. And there was Jisung and Minho as well, how should they behave now that they were trying… this?

“Indeed.”

They were so close, they were too damn close and Jisung was still trying to put his thoughts in a coherent order. He liked Minho, he thought Minho was so cool and all but how would all that turn out?

Because Jisung wasn’t even sure it worked somehow, but that kiss… he missed those lips already.

“So, the rumor…” Jisung started from the beginning, because that was a big point, “what do you want to do?” Minho blinked, confused at that and Jisung tried to use his words better, “I mean… we shouldn’t like… touch or anything in front of others, right?”

“We can also mind our businesses while we’re here on earth, you know?”

“Sounds good…” Jisung sighed, then he couldn’t keep those next words on his tongue, they were marinated enough, “so, do you like like me?”

At that, Minho’s slight usual grin grew, “I do, you’re cute.”

“I will take that as a love confession.” Jisung announced proudly, tilting his chin up.

“ Love ? Aren’t you running a little?”

“Wanna date?” Jisung was indeed, running miles per hour.

“I thought this was a date…”

“Handcuffed at a wedding? Original.” Jisung scoffed, but he could feel Minho getting closer and brushing their hands together.

It felt nice, Minho looked pretty under the light of the moon, at least now that he could see him with his own eyes. He thought the outfit he chose went well with Minho’s body, maybe Minho liked it too, but he wasn’t sure. And he didn’t want to ask.

“Thank Felix for that.”

As if.

“He’s so bored these days.”

Minho exhaled shakily, leaning closer and their noses were touching now, “can I kiss you again before this night ends or–”

Jisung pressed their mouths together, he just couldn’t wait anymore.

Fuck all that, they were on earth and it felt freeing.

Maybe it was a crush, maybe it was something in his chest burning from within when he saw Minho, be it attraction and sometimes rage because Minho didn’t cater to Jisung all the damn time but he was the devil he shared a human with and it made Jisung burn from within to touch Minho.

"I like the outfit, you truly stared at me well."

Jisung felt his face aflame.

"I didn't really,” Jisung left soft pecks on his lips now, not wanting to stop kissing but still wanting to talk, “you had that in the wardrobe."

"I bought one for you."

"With my money." it wasn’t a question but Minho didn’t hesitate to answer.

"With Jeongin’s money actually, remember ?"

Of course he did, it was always Jeongin’s money.

They had everything they wanted and Jisung couldn’t resist still desiring the thing he shouldn’t. Or should he actually?

It wasn’t forbidden, it was fine. And it felt fine.

Nice.

It was getting so heated for a moment that Jisung detached from those lips only for Minho’s mouth to be on his neck.

Oh shit, that felt nice.

" Fuck , Min." Jisung squeezed Minho’s shoulders but not to push it away, it was actually to pull him closer.

"Too much?" Minho laughed on his skin and Jisung felt it.

"If you wanna end up in bed it's not too much."

At that, Minho looked up at Jisung’s eyes.

"So if I wanna?"

Damn .

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They ended up in Minho’s room, a messy one that Jisung wasn't able to make it look like Minho’s at all and Jisung pressed him hard into the mattress before they rolled over, Minho’s thighs squeezing Jisung’s pelvis as he gently rubbed on him.

"Gonna fuck me like this?" Jisung asked cockily, hands unbuttoning Minho’s shirt rapidly.

" Oh , you wanna?" Minho leaned down, moving Jisung’s arms up to yank that shirt off him as well.

"Do you?"

"I was just about to say I could ride you so well this way."

"Fuck."

That… Jisung wanted that, fuck .

"Changbin is right,” Minho said when he peeled Jisung’s thighs off those pants, “for an angel you do swear a lot."

"Your fault."

"Not at all,” Minho passed his tongue over his lips, then kissed Jisung once, twice, “don't accuse me of corruption, I didn't even touch your pretty feathers and you've been like that since the day I met you."

It was true, Jisung was a hothead, he rarely kept his cool. Maybe he found his true place, with an impulsive human and a very sly devil.

“So, can I ride you?”

Just to prove a point, Minho rolled his hips, their clothed erections rubbing together and Jisung bit his bottom lip before nodding, “sure, better make it worth it.”

Minho leaned on the nightstand, thighs still straddling Jisung and opened a drawer, “you brought it, right?”

Jisung huffed, “why do you have everything cherry flavored?”

Minho didn’t answer, he only took out the bottle of lube and then stared at the condom pack, “shall we go bare? It’s not like we can catch shit and I’m clean.”

“You wanna be messy?” Jisung questioned, getting on one elbow.

“Very, do your worst.”

Well, it was settled then.

To be fucking honest, Jisung tried his best to not cum right in Minho’s mouth, because the way Minho looked between his legs was illegal. There should be a rule somewhere – and Jisung swore there had to be, because there was no way they could just simply do that – specifying to not lay with the devil, because it felt like  it was forbidden to feel so much pleasure now.

Damn that stupid piercing, Jisung just couldn’t resist. And the worst part was that he knew Minho had no gag reflex, because when he put it on while still in Minho’s body, he remembered how surprised he was that there was no impulse to choke out.

Illegal, Minho was illegal. And it felt too damn good.

Especially the way he moaned with a mouthful of dick in his mouth when Jisung pulled his hair, shit he wasn’t real, there was no way.

" Baby , fuck."

Jisung had to admit he was a mess, he felt like a total mess when Minho’s mouth sucked him so well and then looked at him with those lustful red eyes.

“What?” Minho popped off, but only for a moment before he started licking at the slit, that cold metal ball making Jisung whine high in his throat as he threw his head back and he arched his back, almost hitting Minho’s throat in the process so Minho lifted himself up a little, hands both pushing Jisung back in the sheets.

“You’re into it so much…” Minho opened his mouth, giving Jisung a grin before he let saliva slide from his lips down to Jisung’s shaft, coating it even more.

Jisung moaned at that, god that was too much.

“If you want to suck me dry–”

Minho giggled, licking his lips before he took the lube and uncapped it, “I don’t think you're gonna last another round.”

“Absolutely I won’t.”

Minho laughed, pouring lube on his fingers and moving the slipping fingers to his hole, “don’t cum at the view.”

Easy said, Minho was too much, especially at the way he curved his back and leaned closer to Jisung’s face, then he slapped Jisung’s hand away from his own cock, guiding it to his instead, “touch me while you wait.”

“Aren’t you gonna cum first that way?”

“I can edge myself for hours.”

Jisung scoffed, not impressed, “that’s a lie.”

But he complied, pumping Minho’s cock slowly, thumb teasing the slit and making Minho shake softly. Watching him crook his fingers inside himself was a view indeed, Minho was so pretty.

Fuck, he almost forgot how great sex was when another person was showing off, when someone was that close to him that he could taste those moans.

And being inside of Minho was beyond words.

The way he moved on him and rolled his hips again and again, those black nails leaving dentals on Jisung’s shoulders and sucking on his skin and moaning in his ears when Jisung took control over the movements to thrust up into him while he gripped his hips, everything felt like it was too much to take, yet Jisung couldn’t have enough.

He missed sex in his life, it felt so good to let go of stress and have someone to be connected with that way.

"Jisung, oh fuck , inside."

As if Jisung could pull out now, he was so close and Minho clenching around him only made it worse .

"I never thought you liked–"

"Bottoming?” Minho said out of breath, finally looking up from Jisung’s neck, “I usually prefer it but I'm not fussy."

"I do too but I'm changing my mind now that I get to see you like this."

"Great,” Minho palmed Jisung’s chest, dragging his nails across his skin to leave marks, “I'm very good at persuading."

Jisung’s hand sped up on Minho’s cock, jerking him off rapidly when he noticed the way he rolled his eyes back, "you sure are."

It wasn’t fair how fast he cummed but he didn’t complain when Minho followed right after because it just felt… right.

Fuck, it was unfair how good it felt, if Jisung had energy he’d do that again and again.

But when Minho helped Jisung pull out, the feeling in his chest flipped from hornyness to sleepiness.

No, it was actually a calm hazy feeling that took over his whole body. He wanted to clean up but Minho kept peppering his face with soft kisses that at some point he didn’t even care. Still, Minho took that matter in his hands and did that for both.

A shower would have been great but… shit, he was so tired suddenly.

Minho giggled once he threw the damp towel on the floor, pulling Jisung over his own body and wrapping both hands around his shoulders, bumping his forehead on Jisung’s.

"Wanna sleep?"

So badly but…

"I wanna check on Jeongin."

Minho hummed in understanding then leaned over the bedside table, taking his phone and tapping the password with Jisung nuzzling in his chest. Fuck, Minho smelled so good, was it that damn lube?

"Already did,” Minho said shortly after, “Felix sent me videos and he said both him and Seungmin just let them go in their hotel room."

"God,” Jisung whined in Minho’s chest, rubbing his nose on his pecks in frustration, “I dread the newsletter tomorrow."

"Sucks to be you, angel ."

Angel?

Jisung suddenly looked up, more awake than ever, "we're already using pet names?"

"You did first, earlier,” Minho pointed out, “and you are an angel."

"You don't call me angel." Jisung frowned, but he wasn’t mad, just taken aback.

Why angel?

Why now?

Minho sighed, leaning closer and planting a kiss on Jisung’s nose, "Jisung."

Shit.

Jisung arched his back softly.

"Jisung." Minho whispered on his lips, eyes soft but deep down Jisung knew Minho was testing the waters.

And he was getting what he wanted because Jisung felt goosebumps forming on his spine.

"Jisung."

Fuck , he knew what he was doing.

"You like it when I call your name."

"Shut up." Jisung pouted, looking away and then planting his hands at the sides of Minho’s torso, sinking them in the pillow and gripping the material hard.

"Don't tell me what to do, Jisung ."

He truly needed to hide his face before he got redder than Minho’s lips. And the hand on his back was sofly cuddling him to sleep.

"What do we do now?" Minho asked, lips in his hair and letting Jisung cuddle himself in his arms.

"Tomorrow." Jisung closed his eyes as he inhaled on Minho’s chest.

"Jisung?"

No answer, Jisung refused to say a word, but he left a soft kiss on that chest and made Minho huff.

" Jisungie ?"

Fuck , it sounded so good.

"Tomorrow we'll see." Minho whispered and kissed his head again, then he hugged Jisung closer.

He was sure he was falling asleep, Minho’s soft hums in his hair were so soothing.

"Was this a date?" Minho asked again after a while, his voice fading and confusing with the sound of his beating heart and slow breathing. Cursed demons, Jisung was so weak for Minho and it took him so little to crumble at his feet.

Jisung didn’t answer.

"It was a good date,” Minho’s fingers pressed on his spine, “looking forward to the next one, angel ."

Jisung tched.

"You have such a bitchy attitude." Minho snorted, smacking Jisung’s forehead with his finger, then pressing on it with his thumb and rubbing to soothe the pain.

"Your fault."

"Yea yea."

Maybe he could shut up, give up, because it felt good to give Minho all the blame, he didn’t seem to mind.

After a moment, Minho called again, but Jisung didn’t answer.

"I take full responsibility."

Jisung didn't say a word but he scooted closer in Minho’s arms, head on his chest and relaxing.

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Jisung opened his eyes to a weird continuous sound, an arm around his shoulders and Minho’s chest under his cheek.

"Sorry, I think I left it on."

Texts. A lot of them apparently.

And voice messages too.

It was Jeongin, asking Minho if he slept well, giving stupid details on the view and telling him that he was invited for brush, since it was almost noon.

Jisung groaned softly and looked up.

“He’s asking if I know where you are.”

Jisung sighed, taking the phone from Minho’s hand and pointing the camera on his face, hit a click and then sent it, without another word. Minho huffed amused, then kissed Jisung’s head.

"At least we know they are good."

"Fuck Min,” Jisung lamented, “do you think we gotta follow them on honeymoon?"

"I mean, I bet we have to but… I don't know."

"God, too many details already."

"We need to go back anyway."

He was right, they needed to go.

Dressing and showering with Minho was great, Jisung had to admit he just couldn’t stop kissing and touching him, it was addictive now, especially seeing Minho’s reactions and the way he contorted.

"Jisung?"

Jisung turned with his pants in hands, "yea?"

"That's my screensaver now." Minho showed him his screen, the picture he sent Jeongin on display.

"It's so ugly."

"No, it's perfect."

This demon was ruining Jisung for good.

He couldn’t bear the idea of the brunch at first but Jeongin didn’t say a thing about that, even if he kept winking in their direction and even Hyunjin was confused. He kept that as a secret, what a sly man.

But he would suggest Jeongin to tell the truth to his husband eventually, maybe not today. He needed to go now, both angels and devils. And Jisung couldn’t wait to be back home, to sleep in his bed and feel his feathers cuddle him, despite Minho’s arms being a good competition now, he had to admit.

"Minho?" Jisung called him without even thinking, but his instinct was screaming at him to do that.

"Hmm."

Jisung took a deep breath, letting go of his hand. They had time before they met others like them, but Jisung wanted to do that now.

"Can we shift?"

In the middle of the street, what a great idea Jisung. But he was full of shit these days, Minho had to take responsibility for it.

Minho looked around and then nodded, he didn’t seem completely surprised but he probably didn’t imagine why Jisung wanted to shift now. They hid behind a big building and so they did, their bodies changed from the human ones to the angelic and demonic ones, auras shining and wings finally back in their places.

And when Jisung looked at Minho it felt like Jisung had never seen him in his life. He was gorgeous, he was glowing and he was… how did Jisung manage to ignore all that for so long?

“Can we touch?” Jisung asked suddenly, stepping towards him.

Minho smirked then hummed, walking and meeting him in the middle but right when Minho was going for it, he got a little doubtful.

Was it the right thing?

Jisung just couldn’t resist anymore, he felt the need to touch him, it was the closest thing to complete intimacy to him and he wanted that with Minho, he trusted Minho so much now and he probably always did.

"So, scared of a tiny touch?" Minho slowly passed his finger to Jisung’s nose, tip of the nail barely lining his nose, "because we kinda brushed against each other last time I think–"

Fuck all that, Jisung threw his arms around Minho's neck and held him close.

His chest was exploding, his heart beating loud in his throat but he did it, he was holding Minho in his arms for real this time: no sex, no human body, not by accident. It was a choice. And it felt so good, liberating and right. It used to be wrong, it had been for centuries but it was safe to do it now, there was no scary feeling and no bad thing. And then Jisung’s wings fully spread, scattering feathers everywhere.

Minho opened his mouth to speak again but Jisung cupped his cheeks rapidly and kissed him, angel lips meeting devil ones under the sunlight.

Damn it felt good, better than kissing him as a human, Minho’s piercing was… fuck, he shouldn’t think about that just now . Everything was overwhelming but so good.

"You're safe, you know?" Minho said softly on his lips, hands on Jisung’s sides.

Jisung felt tears creep at the corners of his eyes as he sniffled softly. Yes, he knew he was safe.

"You want me so bad." Jisung teased a little, pointing out at the way Minho’s hands gripped his body hard.

"You are a temptation,” Minho curled his fingers around Jisung’s wrists, only to bring the angel closer, “gotta say."

Jisung would bask under those stupid red eyes forever if he could, but the sound of a loud clap scared him for dear god. Jisung yelped, wings shyly hiding on his back, not before exploding in a shower of feathers that landed mostly on Minho.

"I knew it."

Seungmin scoffed, pulling Felix’s ear, "so that's the important business you had all yesterday then,” he scolded him with a frown, “leave them alone."

That was… embarrassing to say the least.

But Jisung didn’t really leave Minho go and eventually they just stared at each other till the portals opened rapidly and they… fuck, Jisung didn’t even have time to tell Minho what he planned to.

"We can…” Minho murmured, eyes on the other two for a moment and sighing, “I'm going, ok?"

Jisung nodded but right when Minho turned his head Jisung said fuck it once again, he didn’t give a shit anymore and he cupped Minho’s cheeks hard and kissed his lips rapidly, lingering just a little bit to bite on his bottom lip.

"See you."

Minho’s eyes were as red as his ears now and if they were alone Jisung would have teased him for that so much but… they could do that another day, they had time, a lot of it.

The way Jisung couldn't even look at them as they went through the magical hell stairs, and Minho was still picking feathers off his hair… This was so embarrassing.

"Not one word." Jisung said as he turned around when the stairs faded away.

"You like him." Seungmin didn’t pick the suggestion and instead laughed in his face.

"I said not one–"

"Those were three words."

"Fuc–"

"You're cute,” Seungmin cut him short two times in a row, not even looking at him till they were in front of their portal, “together."

Were they?

"Isn't that a problem?" Jisung screamed in his hands, was he about to meet hell when he got back?

"No, I truly don't think so,” Seungmin said calmly, hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “you have conserved your brightness and you're still mostly white with no red and so is Minho, you're good. And corruption is not that scary horrible thing some scripts want to make it sound, you're good, and you deserve to be this bubbly for once."

"I'm not bubbly." Jisung deadpanned, squinting his eyes at Seungmin.

"Now that he's gone you aren't, but you seem to be feeling good,” he giggled, bumping his shoulder onto Jisung’s one, “you fucked him."

"What the he–"

"When you get dick you glow, when you do the fucking you look all bubbly and your feathers twitch at the edge of your wings."

What kind of explanation was that?

"You should mind your relationship with a demon instead of mine,” Jisung pointed at Seungmin’s chest, “what in the psychological analysis is that?"

" Oh , but I don't like Lix."

"And you don't like anyone?" Jisung cocked his eyebrow, inquisitive.

Seungmin took Jisung’s hand, ready to go through that portal.

"I like Changbin, he's so neat."

Chan's angel, it made sense.

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So it ended up that nobody cared that Jisung and Minho were together since the rumors already outed them even before they got together so it was ok.

Lucky for Jisung, he had to (unfortunately) follow the couple to their honeymoon destination but with a shorter shift and it was cool, things went well.

"You told him to do what ?" Jisung screamed.

"He wanted ice cream, why not buy a whole bucket of it and play in their hotel room?"

"I truly think you're a pest." Jisung was so close to pulling his tail so hard that it hurt.

"Felix made Hyunjin make a mess with the food play or whatever and I'm the pest?" Minho pointed at his chest dramatically, "you're lucky I like to only play around."

Of course, they didn't stop arguing and fighting over Jeongin’s decisions but it was getting tiring. Even if, looking at the way Seungmin was a second away from plucking his feathers out – problems in paradise maybe? Now Felix wasn't as invested in Hyunjin’s life as he used to be? – he prefered fighting. And it was fine, Minho was a demon, it was his duty to do… well, the messy stuff. Jisung couldn't complain much.

"You suggest the most ridiculous shit to him."

"He's carefree and he does all the shit I say, he's ridiculous." Minho shrugged, of course his job was over now that Jeongin was done with that stuff and smelling of vanilla ice cream.

Jisung slapped his palm over his face, sighing exhausted.

"Dumb demon."

Not even a stupid hour break from angel duties and Minho already made Jeongin play with ice cream, splash a kid in the face with water because he looked at Hyunjin with a frown fucking once and to top it all, almost punch a person before the bodyguard – poor Changbin that was forced to work that shift and go back and forth to Chan as well, he probably didn't thank Minho after that, devil’s blood didn't forgive – could even intervene.

What a damn honeymoon. Hyunjin was worse, those two were the worst.

"Do you think they will be in a romantic movie next? Jeongin was talking about them getting the same scrip–"

"Shut up."

At least Minho had a weak spot, for Jisung’s advantage for once. And in the meantime, a make out session wasn't truly distracting them from their human, since Jeongin was fully capable of making a mess by himself.

"Don't distract me from duty, angel ."

But Jisung liked him anyway, always sly and eluding, even though he was his devil after all. And they were always there for Jeongin, be it help or simply keeping an eye on him, just to make sure he was completely safe.

"You better work then, demon ."

Minho kissed him rapidly, licking Jisung’s lips before wiping them with his thumb.

"No worries about that, nothing matters to me when it's about my human."

At least they were on the same page.

Jisung pulled Minho onto him, chests adhering, "I guess we'll take a break later then."

Chapter Text

The honeymoon was going great, if it wasn’t that those two kept having sex every due moment and at some point both angels and demons got tired.

Even Felix, which was always having fun to say the least.

So being stuck next to their hotel room wasn’t really the best at the moment but at least Jeongin and Hyunjin were finally sleeping.

It had been almost a week since Jisung and Minho decided to date officially and both heaven and hell were ok with that, even if Jisung kept feeling some type of way about their relationship. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was amazing actually, too amazing too fast, like things falling into place for him and he could finally have peace.

Minho was the usual sly devil when it came to work and Jisung didn’t find that annoying any less now that they were together, but he was indeed more flexible, he couldn’t really be mad all the time, despite the constant teasing.

And even if Jisung was so close to teasing Minho for the tiredness now, he couldn't bring himself to because Minho looked quite exhausted.

He was staring at the window while slowly massaging his own wrists and Jisung at some point closed the celestial book and placed it on the nightstand. They were sharing that empty room and they filled it with some magical objects they sometimes requested to get delivered to that place – it was useful and pretty nice actually, the delivery angels a little less but Jisung worked in their place long ago so he knew the stress so he didn’t complain about the attitude.

Then Jisung stood up to crawl to the other side of the bed.

“Hurts?”

Minho turned his head slightly to the side and hummed, “but not much.”

Jisung pressed his lips together, getting on his knees on the bed and placing his hands on Minho’s shoulders, “you did well, you pissed me off enough for today.”

Minho chuckled, then offered Jisung a smirk, scooting in his touch, “you sure you don’t want to shift?”

Jisung shook his head, “stay still, let me massage your shoulders and shut the hell up.”

Minho huffed with a grin, “getting used to this?”

“It’s not that bad.” Jisung admitted, it was good to touch him, it wasn’t weird, it didn’t burn, it was just fine.

“Aren’t you scared of corruption?”

At that, Jisung’s fingers stopped and eventually left Minho’s skin for a brief moment, then he took a deep breath and pressed on his flesh again, this time harder and making Minho whine, “not really.”

“If you want to stop–”

“I don’t,” Jisung whispered, palms pressing on some pressure points and feeling Minho relax under his hands, “I really like this, I really like you.”

Minho looked up, lifting himself up just enough for their noses to brush together when Jisung leaned down, “you like like me?”

“Yes.”

Jisung replied without hesitation because it was so true, it felt great.

Minho smiled softly and kissed Jisung’s lips rapidly before leaning in the touch again, his shoulders moving under Jisung’s fingers when they pressed on the stiff muscles.

But of course things escalated when Minho turned around and nuzzled his face in Jisung’s chest and of course it got to a point where for a moment their eyes met and they took that decision the next second, lips locking together and Jisung lighting aflame.

And usually they shifted in human forms, it was easier and less messy but something in Jisung made him feel like he was in the mood to ignore the rest of the world for a moment, to be just an angel with a demon and feel good, let all that happen.

And of course, Minho realized it when Jisung slowly slipped his hands under his shirt and passed the fingertips over his skin.

“Are you–”

Jisung stopped him with a kiss, arms around his neck and pulling him down, “I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire angelic life.”

“Fuck,” Minho gulped, then he leaned down on Jisung’s lips, “I might be rushing this but I like you is an understimation of my feelings.”

Jisung knew what he meant and he cupped Minho’s cheeks to drag him into a sloppy kiss, his heart beating fast in his chest, “you’re not, you’re not rushing it.”

But they were rushing to touch each other, Jisung was so eager he could explode. Minho was his, he was his demon and they were together, nothing mattered now and it should stay like that for as long as they wished.

Was it embarrassing to admit Jisung had lube with him?

Probably.

Did he get so shy his wings shuddered when Minho teased him about it?

Absolutely, he whined more because of that than at the way Minho’s lips felt on his neck when Minho’s fingers passed over his angelic skin and pushed him down into the mattress.

God, Jisung wanted Minho so much now, his fingers were shaking when they touched Minho’s skin while the other left soft marks on his neck and under his jaw.

“You good, birdy ?”

Jisung whined and nodded, hands in Minho’s hair as the other’s mouth passed over his chest leaving open mouth kisses everywhere, “are you?”

“Not really,” Minho replied softly, looking up for a moment, “I don’t know where to start to have you writhing this way.”

Fuck , Jisung’s hand pulled Minho’s hair harder, “just keep doing this, fuck.”

It felt like a command to Minho because he kept making Jisung a mess but it wasn’t until his fingers touched at the base of his wings that Jisung started arching his back and moaning high in his throat, almost choking on his spit as he opened his mouth slack and stuck his tongue out.

That… fuck, that was such a turn on, his toes curled and he was sure he just touched the sky with his fingers for a moment there.

“I knew you were sensitive there.”

Minho’s giggle brought him back from that estasic feeling and Jisung licked his lips, making eye contact with the demon that now had his hands around Jisung’s back, tips of the fingers dangerously close to send another shock through Jisung’s body.

“Barely…” Jisung said sarcastically, out of breath.

“Pull my tail next time to see what happens,” Minho winked, fingers now only passing softly on that point and going up to the wings, feathers scattering on the sheets when Minho lifted Jisung’s body up, “you’re such a cute angel, you know?”

“You’re a stupid demon,” Jisung didn’t hesitate teasing back, hands on the sides of Minho’s face and pulling him closer, “do your worst.”

Minho pecked his lips rapidly and placed Jisung on the pile of pillows, carefully before uncapping the lube.

“Don’t break.”

“As if.” Jisung rolled his eyes up, hands still exploring Minho’s body while the other placed a pillow under Jisung’s ass, lingering with his fingers there for a moment and staring down.

Of course, Minho was eating him with his eyes, as if he didn’t get other opportunities to do it in other ways.

The way those fingers crooked inside of him felt so good Jisung was about to explode, he was quite literally exploding since his wings didn’t stay put for a moment and Minho seemed to enjoy that since he kept going deeper and fucking Jisung with his fingers. Jisung was definitely writhing under Minho’s touch, to Minho’s satisfaction. And he was definitely calling his name, begging to be filled properly, to feel Minho inside of him and he couldn’t even believe himself how lewd he sounded, Minho towering over him and dragging Jisung’s legs closer and crossing them behind him while Minho coated himself with the lube once again, teasing the rim with the tip of his cock.

Fuck Minho.

But at the same time, get fucked by Minho.

Was he ready to be teased by Seungmin about the glowing stuff later?

Surprisingly, he didn’t care now.

He only wanted the demon to ruin him completely, to ruin him for anyone else.

Their hips rocking together made Jisung feel so lightheaded, it felt so good and Minho’s nails leaving dentals in his skin felt like getting constantly reminded this was real, this was happening.

And Jisung’s wings kept fluttering around and Minho’s hair was filled with feathers and Jisung found him adorable, even if he was ramming inside of him rapidly.

Then that tail rolled around Jisung’s dick and Jisung keened.

Fuck , he always wondered if it could do that and shit Minho was jerking him off with his tail.

“Good?”

“The best!” Jisung fisted the sheets underneath, back arching and almost fucking himself on Minho’s cock, meeting every single thrust and shivering at the way Minho changed the angle and brushed against every single sensitive spot of the angel.

“F-fuck, Minho!”

Minho offered him a smirk, keeping his eyes on Jisung as he thrust up and then he leaned down to kiss Jisung’s face, “on it, you’re close?”

Jisung bit his bottom lip and hummed, but it was a dragged sound that morphed into a low moan when Minho’s hands were on his back, slowly sliding down to his ass and pushing hard inside of him.

“Me too,” Minho buried his face in Jisung’s neck, “if I keep looking at you this way I might just cum before I want to.”

That alone sent goosebumps to Jisung’s spine so he let Minho hide his face, kissing his head and his hands combed through his hair gently, “cum inside.”

It seemed to make Minho cry loud when Jisung said that and his hips stuttered, Jisung clenching around him and making Jisung cum first when that tail kept jerking him off rapidly, shaking like it was struck.

God Minho cummed inside so much it made a mess, Jisung wasn’t sure how he felt but he shook hard when the orgasm hit him and he messed their bodies up with all that cum.

But he felt so good he couldn’t stop shaking, not even when Minho looked at him and smiled, his face glowing with sweat and the brightest smile he had ever seen the demon show him.

“You’re good?”

Jisung laughed under his breath while nodding.

Jesus , he felt like the sky fell on him and it was so soft and destructive both at the same time.

Minho pulled out, then he helped Jisung slowly up and Jisung whined, he didn’t want to move. He actually wanted to sleep, to–

"I want to wake up with you, Minho."

He didn’t know where those words came from but he needed them out and apparently, they didn’t shock Minho at all.

"Let's shift." Minho said gently, kissing Jisung’s forehead.

Studpid demon, always knowing him too well, when did that even start?

"Command." Jisung pouted, but he didn’t really want to shift, even if it was better to sleep that way on human beds.

"And we'll obey." Minho followed, a strike of light making both go blind for a moment, Jisung probably more since he was exhausted.

They both fell onto the bed, their human bodies exhausted as well but less sweaty and out of breath. Minho nuzzled his face in the pillow he shared with Jisung, scooting next to him and their faces closer than ever.

"I'm serious,” Jisung tried to keep the topic on, because he felt like it was time he admitted that he missed Minho when they weren’t there for Jeongin, “this sucks."

"Oh c'mon you have time for that and it's not that bad, besides you got cum leaki–"

"Don't change the topic." Jisung slapped Minho’s hand away from his ass, also because it was so sensitive now.

"Ok, chill."

“It's unfair Minho,” Jisung muffled in the pillow, “I want to stay with you in heaven too.”

“Why are you complaining so much today?” Minho asked while peppering his face with kisses, “we'll take care of Jeongin for a long time so we’ll see each other a lot.”

“And when you break my heart?” Jisung pouted, but he didn’t mean the question.

Even so, Minho seemed to look for an answer, “we have breakup sex, we cry and kiss and start again.”

Oh .

It sounded… nice.

And that’s when something in Minho’s face shifted. He looked at Jisung in a way Jisung’s heart couldn’t understand at first, then it clicked.

Was that what love looked like?

Because Jisung could swear Minho looked so full of something he wasn’t sure how to describe but with that word.

“I’m rushing it, I know I do but…” Minho inhaled longly and Jisung already knew what he was about to say and he smiled at him while those words left Minho’s lips, “I love you.”

He said it first, Jisung knew he would fall shortly after. Because their bond was strong, they had so much time to understand that and they spent so much more time touching and kissing and even having sex but tonight was special, tonight they had time to finally feel in their own being what it meant to love, Jisung didn’t have any doubt.

“I love you too.”

The kiss they shared felt like everything was going in the right direction, it was beyond magical.

"I want to keep this happening,” Minho said on his lips, “we'll have so much time to share."

Jisung smiled at him, Minho looked so happy, "you love being a human."

"I do,” Minho beamed, “I can wake up in bed with someone."

Jisung’s heart jumped in his throat, Minho meant so much to him.

"I love you lots Minho, I'm glad I do and I want to share this with you."

"Birdy's not afraid to commit anymore?" Minho teased, but it was soft and Jisung wasn’t even bothered by it.

"Not now, no,” the pillow was soft, it made him sleepy and he wanted to keep that hazy mood for the rest of the night, because it felt perfect, “you made me realize I'm good with a lot of things and especially you."

"Great, if you see me spotted in white don't wipe it off." Minho passed his hand over Jisung’s back tenderly, closing his eyes.

And it hit Jisung a lot, how perfect it was. If Minho got corrupted, so did Jisung and to be honest, that was actually good, because no one could be loved as much as Jisung in this moment, Jisung was sure.

"If I get red all over my wings I will proudly walk around,” Jisung whispered, turning on the side to get Minho close to him, “because I met someone that made me feel love beyond anything else."

Minho opened his eyes wide, lips parted at Jisung’s soft smile then he hid his face in Jisung’s chest, whining sofly. Jisung picked a feather from his hair, the slight reddish of it distracting him for a moment as he realized what was happening but Minho was more important now since he was clearly sniffling in his chest.

"Are you crying?" Jisung patted his head and earned another whine.

"Leave me alone."

Jisung giggled, he didn’t know the demon could be so sensitive.

And then he felt the way the other rubbed against his thigh.

"Are you hard?”

Minho hummed with a sheepish smile, "but don't mind it."

Jisung tilted his head to the side, then he slipped down with a smirk.

Having Minho in his mouth was something different, especially getting him this babbly and incoherent when his breath hit the tip but he couldn’t resist the way Minho chanted his name, pulling his hair and crying out at how Jisung sucked him dry when he cummed. It probably lasted a couple minutes and Minho was so worked up, but Jisung enjoyed every instant of it and the curses slipped through his lips when Jisung licked the cum off his shaft.

"Fuck," Jisung cursed while wiping his mouth, "you filled both my holes now."

At that, Minho gulped loudly then froze.

"What?" Jisung huffed, amused at that face and the way Minho’s hand was still on Jisung’s head.

"You're so nasty, angel ."

Jisung knew, still, he enjoyed seeing Minho completely lose it when he opened his mouth.

Then he crawled over Minho’s body, placing himself on his lap and stradling Minho’s thighs with his own.

"Command." Jisung said suddenly.

Minho didn’t question it as he followed, "and we'll obey."

Jisung knew how he looked by the way Minho’s eyes widened and darted to his wings and Jisung softly plucked a feather from his wings and took Minho’s hand to place it in his palm, "I don't care what happens, because we belong together, not heaven nor hell can separate what the rules of the world decided for us."

Minho looked at the feather, the tips of it slightly red.

The demon blinked while examining it without a word then looked at Jisung with tears eyes, "Jisung…"

"Nothing can stop this and I chose it myself."

They were together, if corruption got them at least Jisung was enjoying it, he was proud of having that life, he was proud that he allowed himself to be loved by Minho, to have someone give him the attention and pleasure he deserved and to make him feel he was alive. Minho was everything, he was his demon, they were meant to take care of Jeongin and to give him their best, to make him happy.

Minho dragged him down by the back of his neck and their lips met softly despite the initial force of the action, it felt like being born again.

"I love you beyond everything, Jisung." Minho said with tears in his eyes and Jisung kissed them away before brushing their noses together, his wings covering them both and feeling Minho’s white spotted red tail roll around his wrist like an embrace.

It was so rushed that it was perfect, they made it perfect.

"I love you, my stupid demon."