one hundred fifteen

Trigger warning: Death.

Jeongin shot a wave of fire towards the wooden shelf that stood near the wall. It went up in flames and the fire reached the wallpaper within seconds, spreading further.

Jisung turned and ran into the living room, closing the door shut behind him. He hurried to the glass window, wanting to break it open, but he was stopped.

A wall of fire shot up from the floor and blocked his path. Black smoke filled the living room, forcing him to cover his mouth and nose.

Jeongin was smart enough to cut off every possible escape route. He had set everything ablaze at this point—the floor, the ceiling, the furniture. The hallway behind him looked like an inferno.

Jisung scanned the room for any kind of escape or something that would be helpful to him. Gaze restlessly moving over his surroundings, it got stuck on a kitchen knife.

It laid on one of the shelves not far from him. He shot off towards it, grabbed it and held it tightly. His actions had the fire demon laugh mockingly.

But to his astonishment, Jeongin didn't aim his flames at him. Instead, he set the sofa on fire, the carpet below it and the flames soon reached the tv and other appliances.

"Stop this," he pleaded. "Just let me live! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he snapped.

The demon didn't answer him and the silence between them was eerier than anything he had ever expected. The only sound he heard was the crackle of the fire as it ate through the furniture, flooring, and walls.

Jisung had trouble breathing due to all the smoke, coughing and desperately gazing at the windows. They were hidden behind flames and unreachable.

Already, the heat was getting to him. The floor was too hot, burned his feet, and the sparks that touched his legs left holes in his jeans.

He didn't want to give up just yet though. So he gathered his remaining strength to release a strong wave of light towards the demon. But his attack went to a waste.

Jeongin had used his own fire magic to shield himself from the impact; he even looked unfazed. "How cute," he spat mockingly.

"Fuck," Jisung cursed when a flame licked over his hand. The heat caused him pure agony. He clutched his hand and looked at Jeongin who remained in the doorway, simply staring at him.

"See you in hell, human," his deep voice growled, and then he disappeared. He disappeared. He just left like that. He knew too well that Jisung would either suffocate or burn to death.

"No!" he screamed frantically. "Don't leave me here! Please!" His tears ran down his cheeks as he let out a strangled sob. The smoke burned in his lungs and in his eyes.

The scorching heat that trapped him was unbearable. He heard an unsettling creak and another crash as the flames spread throughout the house.

Loud sirens reached his ears, but the sound didn't reassure him. Even if the department was here now, they wouldn't be able to get him out of this inferno easily.

Jisung could hardly breathe, falling on his knees and crouching on the ground. Everywhere he looked, he saw nothing but red and orange. Guilt and fear made his chest feel heavy.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. He hated depending on Minho all the time. But... it also wasn't like he could face situations like this on his own.

Using the last of his strength, he concentrated on his magic to keep the flames away from his body. The ceiling above him creaked, trembled. It was about to give in.

"I'm sorry, Minho," he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. "Let's meet in the afterlife instead. Maybe we could be much happier there."

To be continued...

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Nah, don't worry guys. Minho will save him.