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Little Yunho has been able to see a demon with a pair of horns on his head, sitting beside Yunho's hospital bed since a certain day.
He rubbed his eyes, looked at the demon who was still smiling at him in disbelief, and said tremblingly, "Hello...?"
"Hello." The demon's dark wings moved a little bit. Yunho didn't know if it was because the demon is too happy. The smile on the demon's face became bigger, and the corners of his mouth seems to touched his ears. The demon looked at the dazed Yunho, he reached out and touched the child's head, and introduced himself: "As you can see, I am a demon, and I came to sleep with you."
"Sleep with me?"
"Hmm, you can call me Mingi."
Come to sleep with you, drain your mental power, and send you into the dreamer's dreamland to have a lifetime of beautiful dreams, what do you think?
Of course, Mingi didn't say this out, he didn't want the prey's mind to be destabilized by him, he just wanted to taste the most pure and delicious soul.
The smell of medicine from the ward filled the whole room. Mingi frowned after smelling the disgusting smell. He suddenly pulled Yunho into his arms, and buried his head in the child's hair.
Smells good.
He patted the child on the back as comfort, knowing in his heart that he had chosen the right target.
Yunho likes to smile. This is the fact that Mingi, who has been with little Yunho for a few days, has observed.
Even though Yunho's body gradually loses energy due to Mingi's eating and his face becomes paler and paler day after day, his smile does not diminish, especially when he sees Mingi, as if he wants to send all the brilliant light in the world to Mingi through his smile. For this little demon who only lives in the dark.
If the kid knew I was the cause of his death, he probably wouldn't show me his pretty smile again.
The demon looked at the child who is sitting on the hospital bed weaving a wreath with puffy cheeks and bright eyes, which reminded the demon of angels that he hates the most.
Humph. Mingi turned his head and stopped looking at Yunho.
"Ouch."
Mingi raised his head following the sound, and saw Yunho sitting on the ground, obviously, the child fell due to the weakness of his legs. Although he fell, Yunho is still smiling at Mingi with the wreath he had just woven in his hand. Heart throbbing, Mingi somehow didn't want to help the child up, so he said leisurely: "You should sit and don't walk around."
"I know." Yunho tried to stand up with his own strength. After making sure that he would not fall again, he limped slowly and walked to Mingi. When Mingi is not paying attention, he puts the wreath on the demon's head who hadn't reacted.
He watched with satisfaction that his work was safely held on head by the beautiful demon, and a big smile appeares on little Yunho's face again.
"You're so pretty, Mingi."
"I knew a wreath would suit you well."
Mingi recalled that day when Yunho stared at him while he asked his parents for the materials to weave a wreath.
Beautiful, this ignorant child said he is beautiful.
The demon who never walked out of the dark seemed to be enveloped by the warm sunshine in an instant, Mingi couldn't help but blushed, and his slender tail swung uncontrollably.
I must eat you.
He carried the silly and happy Yunho back to the bed, secretly making up his mind.
"Ya."
Mingi rested his chin and watched Yunho barely maintain his breathing with the help of the respirator. The child's cheeks had already been thinned a lot. As Mingi wished, Yunho revealed the most primitive look, the look which human trying to survive in this chaotic world.
Yunho looked along the voice and saw Mingi besides him and watching him, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slowly.
He no longer has the strength to speak, but he will still persist in sending Mingi a smile, lighting up the demon's heart bit by bit.
Mingi pursed his lips.
"Do you want to live?"
For the first time, Minig thought what he said was nonsense.
As expected, Yunho nodded and moved the little finger of his left hand as a response to Mingi.
He wants to live.
Only by living can I continue to look at this pretty demon, and only by living can I continue to play with this demon named Mingi.
The demon whose mind was touched didn't say a word, quietly took out the wreath made by the child that day from the bedside table, and put it on his own head.
"Is it beautiful?"
Yunho nodded again.
Mingi has always been beautiful.
"Look at it more if you like it."
Look at it more, because you won't have a chance in the future.
Mingi carefully engraved little Yunho's smile on his heart, and when Yunho couldn't resist his heavy eyelids and fell asleep, Mingi took off the wreath and left it in the child's hand.
Mingi sits on the building opposite the hospital and watches Yunho happily chatting with his parents. The haggard child had regained his energy and looked radiant. Mingi thought, Yunho is more suitable for being happy.
He let out a breath, stood up and stretched himself, turned and left to find the next prey.