“Took you long enough.” The voice sounds worn and tired, but clear nonetheless. A click sounded, and the door opened slightly. Changmin lowered his gun but didn’t stow it away. He pushed open the door, preparing himself for the worst.
Jaejoong lay sprawled on the bed, one hand flung over his head while the other pressed hard into his side. The white rag had become a dark crimson; blood oozed out from the sides. Cuts and wounds covered his entire torso, bare and bleeding. Yet the demon wore a wan smile on his face. “How are you this lovely evening? Pardon the mess. It’s not often I come home a bleeding heap of fucked up.” ✧