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39- Joy Ride

Heidi

"Dee!!" My sister springs up from the couch at the sight of me in my wedding dress. She darts towards me and both of us are encircled in each other's sisterly embrace. "I missed you so much..." She murmurs at my ears. So soft, so fragile, as if she is broken.

Both of us separate at last while I'm not certain who's the one that breaks the hug. "I miss you too, Ley..." I whisper back. "So you'll be the bridesmaid today?" I ask in a cheerful tone, intended to hide my anxiety away. What is my sister doing here? No one's ever told me that she is in the same realm as me.

"You look so, so, so, so beautiful in those dress, Dee." My sister compliments as she shakes her head in amazement, examining the straps on my white dress from top to bottom. "I wish I can wear this too..." She mutters while gesturing at the man sitting on the couch behind her.

All the gentlemen here are so quiet since our sisterly reunion. Their expressions are unreadable at the sight of us. But according to my K-pop knowledge, that man must be Lee Taeyong! I can't help covering my mouth with my hands in bewilderment. "You're dating Lee Taeyong?" I exclaim until my voice ends up in a squeak.

"Yes," answers my sisters while she nods her head for so, so many times. Since when did I can get to see her being this happy? "He says that he wants to help you escape from this marriage too." Hurley says excitedly while both Taehyung and Hoseok's eyes bulge in shock.

"What?" Taehyung blurts after silence dominates the circumstance for a few seconds. "You should be aware of Bogum, he's mad." He warns as his tone gets serious but his expression cute as always.

"I know. Being Bogum's messenger, there is no way for me not to know about my master's desires." Taeyong lowers his head while reassuring Taehyung with his cold and steady tone. Hurley's gaze goes onto her boyfriend, and then to me, her lips curl into a sad smile. "Hurl had told me about the Cupid's bond casted on the two of you," he adds while Hoseok flinches, though the expression is temporary. Through those hazel eyes, what I can see is guilt.

"It's okay, Hoseok-hyung. You have done for the best of us both." Taehyung soothes while his hand rests on Hoseok's shoulder. "If it's not because of you, I would have been caught by those demons and tortured into a psychopath." Eyeing Hoseok's dumbfounded face, I nod at him as I've agreed on everything Taehyung has said. He is right.

"I've gathered forces to help us accomplish this mission," Taeyong announces, making all our eyes resting onto him in complete curiosity. "Forces from the Third and Fourth Council of Hell, they are invited to the wedding as well, together with their 'citizens'. They will help us." Having noticed that demons will be helping us killing the devil is extremely ironical, though all of us keep quiet and listen.

"But how?" Taehyung asks, his voice shows the urge to know the answer. "Aren't demons supposed to serve their devils?" Obviously, I've noticed Taeyong's reaction upon the word 'serve' as he winces slightly.

"Tae!" I whisper-shout at the angel to stop him. And indeed, he stops, taking in a ragged breath while recognising his own mistake.

"Jusong hamnida(I'm sorry)," he bows immediately at the handsome messenger as the man smiles and bows back.

"None taken, Taehyung-shi." The messenger rakes his slender fingers over his lilac hair, revealing his sexiness while combing the short strands. "And it's been a long time, since I'm being care for." A flash of memory passes by Taeyong's dark eyes as he speaks. "I think we should go now," The messenger says after taking a look at his watch.