(loki don't know what to name this chapter)

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Yeosang and Jongho came to a stand still, the rain pouring beside them. "Hyung," Jongho said, looking back at the place where he saw a pair of red eyes. Whatever ugly looking thing it was came out of the shadows, Jongho maintaining eye contact. It stood there looking at them, sending a chill down Jongho's spine when it smiled. It was anything but friendly, Jongho maintaining eye contact. If the demon thought he was scared he had another thing coming. Yeosang stayed quiet, following Jongho's gaze letting panic wash over him. Jongho didn't let him look by covering Yeosang's eyes, pulling him closer to him. Oh hell nah, whatever it was better be gone when Jongho let him see.

Yeosang put his hand over Jongho's lowering it to see what it was, Jongho holding his other hand lightly still not letting him again. "You need sleep tonight hyung," Jongho said, his heart beating a little faster. Whatever it was, took a step towards them, carefully taking another. Jongho waited to see if it was really a threat. "Run," Jongho said, letting go of Yeosang's arm.

He wasn't about to take a chance, pushing Yeosang in front of him, the figure running right after them as they both sprinted to the storage shed. They heard an ear piercing laugh, slamming the door shut behind them. Whatever it was slammed into the door, Jongho being strong enough to hold the door closed. "Fuck," Yeosang said, dropping to the ground, letting his rest head against the door. He closed his eyes breathing heavily, Yeonjun looking at him and Jongho whose hair was now soaking wet. They both looked so hot Yeonjun took a picture shamelessly leaning down to check on them.

"Woah, what's wrong?" Yeonjun asked, looking at a breathless Jongho and Yeosang who was on the floor two seconds ago but now was hugging the life out of Jongho. "Start twerking your butt off and turn that thing on. I want to go back inside," Yeosang said, Jongho leaning his head back against the storage shed. Whatever it was almost grabbed Yeosang. Sheep, that was not fun.

Yeosang tried not to think about what would have happened if Jongho hadn't been there, clinging onto him, while Jongho hugged him patting his shoulder. "There's my workout for the day," Jongho said, treating it as a jump scare so that he could keep his nerves calm. Yeosang was shaking a bit, making Jongho want to go back out and fight. Jongho made Yeosang laugh, Yeosang hugging him closer. "Thank you," Yeosang whispered, Jongho smiling.

Seonghwa stood behind the cabin/storage shed door, pulling his dagger out of the figure's side as he let it fall to the ground. He watched it disappear, having seen it follow Yeosang and Jongho to the shed. Annoying freaking things did not know what timing was if someone told them. He looked around the area not spotting anything, using Hongjoong's powers to get back inside. He stood closest to Yunho again, keeping an eye on the shed. Everything was going to be fine until it wasn't.

"Coffee, tea, water, soda?" Mingi asked everyone, looking around the room. The vibe was actually pretty suffocating, not that awkward, and Mingi had a feeling that nobody liked each other. "May I have some water please?" Minjun asked, now sitting beside Will and helping him sit up. Will fell back down because of his headache, waiting till he saw Minjun clearly before attempting to sit up again.

"Yunho makes fantastic cocktails, we should talk over a drink," Hongjoong said, walking over to Yunho and standing beside Seonghwa. Minjun laughed at that, looking at Hongjoong. They weren't even on talking terms let alone drinking terms.

Yunho thought it wasn't a bad idea, keeping himself busy by getting the glasses. Yunho wanted to tell Wooyoung that San was being both defensive, possessive, and protective of him, deciding that maybe he shouldn't say anything. He also side-hugged Seonghwa, keeping him close to him and Mingi. Hongjoong didn't like it, Yunho looking at Seonghwa for his okay. Seonghwa nodded, going with Hongjoong to the living room to make him feel more calm. It was clear that he didn't trust Wilson, a split second being the difference between life and death these days.

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