eighty-nine

The man that stood in front of them was extremely handsome, and Jisung found him slightly familiar as if he had seen him before, but he couldn't figure out where.

His blond hair was wavy and his ice-blue eyes were captivating. He looked like an angel, but since he lacked wings, that could not be proven true.

Jisung sensed danger from this person, and no matter how kind his smile looked, he wasn't about to trust this stranger. He fully expected Minho to attack or throw a fit, but he did no such thing.

On the contrary, he was suspiciously quiet. He was just staring at the stranger as if he had been hypnotized. His weapon had vanished into thin air, proving that he didn't intend to fight anymore.

"Dongmin?" He breathed, sheer disbelief flashing over his face. "Is that really you?" The shock in his eyes were very clear. It made Jisung sick. His thoughts were racing as he slowly began to understand just who this man was.

He was the human who had been killed by demons many years prior; Minho's former boyfriend. But why was he here? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Coldness seeped into Jisung's heart when Minho didn't spare a glance at him anymore. Instead, he let go of his hand and walked closer to Dongmin, his eyes filled with adoration.

"What are you doing? Come back!" Jisung called after him, but Minho didn't seem to have heard his words since he didn't even turn his head.

Jisung wanted to cry. This wasn't fair—why did this man have to appear now of all times? What was his intention? His appearance couldn't be a coincidence; he could've only entered this building if he was working with the blood mage.

The thought came as a shock to Jisung who immediately understood the danger they were in. Minho on the other hand appeared to be unaware of this, or maybe he simply didn't care.

Jisung was about to open his mouth to warn him, however, he was stopped. A pair of arms snaked around his body from behind, a hand clamping over his mouth.

He went stiff in shock, struggled to get out of this person's hold and struggled to release a single sound from his mouth.

Dreadful coldness rose around him as he was pulled into the shadows. Out of sheer desperation, he stretched out his hand in Minho's direction, but his efforts were in vain.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye as he got pulled into the darkness.

To be continyohheddd...