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At first Jaemin never thought any of the two people dressed as an angel and a devil walking down the street. It was Halloween after all. As he got closer he realized they were both guys. Little weirder. The devil, winked at him as he passed and he swore his heart started beating uncontrollably. He hurried off to his friends before he made a dumb mistake in front of the strangers.
“Fucking finally!” Donghyucks loud voice echoed across the neighborhood as he neared the house.
And that was the last thing he remembered.
The lights were blinding. It stung as he opened his eyes wishing he would just go back to sleep. He hurt everywhere. It felt like he’d be hit by a truck.
He heard faint whispers in the background but he couldn’t make out any words. His legs and arms felt like jello when he moved and his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
“Okay, look it’s not my fault. I might have literally horns but that doesn’t mean I’m actually the devil-“
“Shh... he’s waking up!” The words still were muffled yet he could make them out.
Horns? Devil? I must have drank something or eaten some bad food...
“No you haven’t been poisoned Jaemin...”
“H-how do you know my NAME?” His words were broken and his voice was deeper than normal.
After he finally got his eyes open everything was white. The tiles. The floor. The bathtub. The- bathtub?
“Where the hell am I? Why am I in a bathtub? Oh my god you’re going to kill me!” He starting the cry try to get out but he was frozen in place.
“Stop- seriously... Jaemin! Shut up!”
He squeaked a quiet apology before trying to find where the voices came from. Then a bright red costume caught his eye. The devil from earlier. He was perched upon the bathtub counter with his black hair messy and falling in his eyes. The boy look tired but had a confused concerned look on his face. There was a smaller boy sitting on the floor. His angel halo was crooked and he looked down right pissed.
“Look,” the boy dressed as the devil started “this obviously seems really bad. But it’s all in your best interest.”
“Who are you? Why am I in a bathtub? Please I don’t want to die yet I’m too young!”
“That’s it I’m gonna kill him!” The smaller angel boy huffed his little angry hands outstretched. He flopped back against the counter when the other boy kicked him in the shoulder.
“We are nowhere. You’re in a bathtub because I didn’t know where else to put you. We don’t deal with people frequently...”
“Who-“
“Getting there... W-we... we are your conscience.”
“Like the little angel and devil on my shoulder?”
“Yeah that one!”
Okay it’s official. He is dreaming. He isn’t insane.
“You kinda almost died and I really didn’t want that to happen so we are staging an intervention.”
“On what?”
“You being a fucking idiot! You walked right into the road and got hit by a car!” The little angel threw his shoe at the wall and glared at the ceiling.
“A car? Was it bad?”
“Uh- yeah... but I’m giving you a second chance because I think you’re cute. You that’s why you’re in my bathtub.” The devil boy had a cute blush creeping into his cheeks. He looked so innocent. “You can leave now.”
“Wait what’s your name?”
“Jeno-“