Nortufe Letter ✧ cheolsoo

(3) Pre: pare

Seungcheol doesn't have any interaction with Lee Seokmin, the accused angel, except for holding his other arm and pulling him inside the round and confined court room, the one with an open ceiling, reaching to the heavens and anywhere beyond.

Except for the other fact that when someone called Lee Seokmin, Seungcheol pulled his face up, and the other let out an "ouch," and it was one of the most beautiful things the guard had ever heard.

(He deemed his actions as inappropriate. The Angel was already being in a freaking trial, and all that was in his head was — that's a beautiful sound.)

And except for the other fact that he noticed the Angel's sword, so he took it forcefully. Sildep, that felt horrible.

During the trial, Seungcheol tried to investigate and gather evidences on how their relationship was like. Based on the descriptions and evidences, it seemed light enough of a relationship, despite of its rough start.

There were scattering swords, burnings, manipulating conscience, and pretend monsters, but on the flip side, there were also purgatory dates, love letters, and rendezvouz. It was hard to believe Jeonghan was capable of maintaining that kind of relationship, too, and listening to some authority read their absolutely private love letters to each other was sickening. Absolutely sickening. These authorities are insensitive and heartless!

So Seungcheol doubts if the consequences are bad. After the trial, it was decided that Seokmin should redeem himself as an Angel, and that is by helping someone in the human world. Or something like that.

When Seokmin looks at his way, Seungcheol offers a small smile. A small band-aid to this large mess. Soonyoung pretends he didn't notice and adjusts his beret.

The next day, Seungcheol informs Soonyoung during breakfast that he will be doing a quick research in the library.

A quick research on what the fuck are fortune tellers supposed to do. Look into the future? He hardly believed Joshua. It's impossible. He just went along with it.

"No need," is what Soonyoung tells him, "just ask him to predict. No need for studying."

"Okay, sir."

"Why? Are you doubting something?"

Even Chan, who is stressfully busy with studying the Thailand alphabet, looks up from where he is sitting. Seungcheol buffers. "...No, of course not."

And that's that. Chan reaches his top hat for him and Seungcheol goes off, playing with the post-it inside his pocket.

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I wish that I could turn back the clock

Bring the wheels of time to stop

When Seungcheol arrives back at the carnival, at the violet booth, specifically, with the FORTUNE TELLER sign and something underneath, he sees a blonde man — Joshua — in neon clothing, leaning forward to stare at some cards he couldn't identify. But he can spot some horns, a "clock," and a door. "Hey."

Joshua looks up from his desk. The song from the radio stops.

"Why did you stop the song?"

"Because you're here."

"...I think you predicted I'd come back, right?"

"No, but the center of the cards are showing me a demon," he slides the center card forward, "and I'm thinking that's you."