╰┈➤𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 yoon siyeon is an overachiever whose life focuses purely on studying and getting into her dream university. But then one halloween night changes it all when she accidentally awakens a demon jaeyun from his 200 year prison.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄...
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Sunghoon stood in the middle of his room, the dim yellow of his desk lamp bleeding across stacks of old talismans and worn exorcist manuals. His father's voice echoed in his head- "You have one week. One week to finish Jaeyun."
He'd promised.
He was the perfect son. The perfect heir.
And for the first time in his life... he didn't know if he could keep that promise to his father.
His fingers curled into fists. "Jake was a demon. He must be killed."
Yes. But then another followed, louder, truer:
"If he was truly evil... why did he save me then?"
He shut his eyes, and the memory hit him like a warm rush of colour.
"Absolutely not." Sunghoon crossed his arms tight to his chest, glaring at the towering roller coaster. The ground shook every time it launched forward. "I'm not getting on that."
"Aww, you big baby." Jake pouted dramatically before smirking. "Come onn. It'll be fun."
"It'll be death."
"Same thing," Jake shrugged. And when Sunghoon still refused, Jake simply snapped his fingers. A subtle ripple of energy wrapped around Sunghoon's arm, tugging him forward like a leash.
"YAH-STOP-LET ME GO!" Sunghoon snarled, heels digging into the ground as he was dragged like a reluctant cat toward the ride.
"No wayyy," Jake sang.
Sunghoon hated every second of it.
. . At first.
Because somewhere between the first drop and the second loop, as the wind tore through his hair and his heartbeat tried to escape his ribcage, Sunghoon realised something horrifying:
He was screaming
But it wasn't fear. It was fun.
And worse, Jake kept glancing at him with this smug, proud grin as if saying, "I knew you'd like it."
By the time they stumbled off the ride, Sunghoon's legs were shaking, but Jake looked like he'd won a war.
They sat on a bench afterwards, the world slowing down, the chaos fading into laughter and distant music. Jake leaned back casually, arms stretched across the bench. Sunghoon sat beside him stiffly, hands in his lap, replaying the evening in his head with far too much warmth for someone who was supposed to kill the other.
After a long silence, Sunghoon finally muttered, voice rough:
"I promised my father... that I'd kill you latest, end of this week."
