Burnt Feathers and Blessed Horns

Chan stared at the starry night sky, listening to the usual noises of the city.

He'd been thinking of how everything started, taking a coin and throwing it up in the air before it fell back in his hand.

Chan stared at it, at his memories.

And no matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't have won- shouldn't have won.

Minho might've used his power to make him win.

But why ? They didn't know each other at the moment, he was simply a stranger.

Maybe just because he wanted to help him ? After all, he did the same for Changbin and Jisung.

"Hey," Someone whispered behind him, arms wrapping around his waist and chin plopped on his shoulder.

Chan didn't answer, staring at the coin.

Minho followed his gaze, and he smiled when he saw the coin, knowing exactly what was trotting through the older's mind, "Ask me."

The new demon wetted his lips, "Did you... use your power to make me win ?"

The younger hummed for a few seconds, "Not really."

Chan raised an eyebrow, turning himself to face him, "What do you mean ?"

Minho took the coin, "Your curse touches people around you," he trailed, "but not demons," he threw the coin in the air before catching it and slamming on the back of his other hand.

Chan's shoulders relaxed despite keeping a worried frown, "But I... I chose the side first."

The younger smiled, "It doesn't matter, it worked as if I chose the side first," his gaze softened, "and you got really lucky," he added with a grin.

Chan snorted, "More like you got unlucky," taking a step closer, "tail."

Minho looked up at him, eyes glinting prettily, "Head."

He pulled away his hand to see the coin, light catching on the corner, but Chan didn't really care, eyes fixed on Minho as he embraced him, burying his face on his shoulder happily. Minho snorted before hugging him back, letting the coin fall on the floor.

Chan had almost forgotten about his studies. Thankfully he had only missed a week of lessons and since he was known for always breaking one of his bones, his excuse was well accepted.

He was just at the cafeteria, buying himself a sandwich and waiting in line when someone slapped his butt, jolting him. He looked behind only to find Minho smirking at him and he relaxed with a sigh, "You scared me."

"Sorry angel," he whispered next to his ear, satisfied with how red his face turned, "just wanted to eat with you."

Chan forgot about his embarrassment, "Oh yeah, right," they took a step in the line, "where should we eat ?"

Minho took him by his hand, "Follow me," Chan stopped him before he could leave the line.

"But I don't have any food yet," He retorted.

Minho puckered his lips, cute, "I've made you food, now come," he whined, dragging him by his hand and making him smile.

"You've made food for me ?" He asked, he wasn't really surprised but having someone care about him always did the trick to Chan.

"I've literally been cooking for you the whole week," He spoke pointedly, glancing at him as they left the cafeteria.

"Right, thank you," He squeezed his hand and Minho smiled.