The Demon's Angelic Love

Michy hailed a cab to send Trissa home. After buying some accessories from the humble stall on the street, he decided to send the girl home before going back to the apartment by himself.

He was a rich idol, and buying things from the small shop wasn't a thing from him. Usually, he would go to exclusive shops to buy the things he needed.

However, he didn't even have a plan when he asked Trissa for a date. He just wanted to have alone time with the girl so he could know the girl better, but his mind still wandered wildly when he was alone with the pretty girl.

Trissa was indeed pretty, but the girl couldn't manage to steal his attention. A part of his heart felt so bad for doing things like this to the pure girl, but a part of his heart told him that it was okay to do it.

Michy told himself that he would try to love Trissa for real, so probably he wouldn't need to feel guilty for what he was doing.

Even so, he wouldn't lie to himself that he still couldn't be able to give the girl even just a slice of his heart. That was proven when he saw the phone straps on the stall. Right after his blue eyes made contact with the primrose, he knew that his heart was still being held by his past.

But, which past?

Before he found the answer to his question, he already arrived at his penthouse. Using his key, he immediately opened the wooden door.

Right after he stepped his foot on the residence, two blonde men stood up from their seats. Michy's heart clenched when he saw the sight.

'Which past?' He wondered in his heart as he stared at the two men in turn.

However, the two men just stared at him innocently as they didn't know that he was thinking so hard right now.

"You are back, Michy? How was your date? You are not harmed, right? You didn't bump into your haters, did you?" Azren immediately ambushed the idol with a series of questions as he walked over to the idol.

From the worried look on Azren's face, Michy knew that the green-eyed man had been waiting for him to come home.

Michy had his left hand inside his jacket pocket, and he squeezed the objects inside the pocket upon hearing the man's questions. Glancing at the back of Azren's figure, he could see Elias smiling softly at him.

It had been eight years, but the smile didn't change at all. Even if Michy had been treating him like trash after they met again yesterday, Elias was still treating him so warmly just like in the past.

Ah, the past. Michy squeezed the objects tighter after remembering the past he had with Elias. It had been eight years, but the memory in his head was still so vivid.

"Why did you think I would be harmed when I was outside?" Instead of answering the question, Michy asked back as he turned to Azren again.

"It's because I was worried, Michy," Azren replied in a sincere tone. "You're the center of attention now, and if your haters saw you roaming around the street without some bodyguards, they probably would throw some rotten tomatoes to you!"

Might snort at the demon's crazy thought, while Elias reflectively chuckled.

"Do you think I'm a clown on stage who failed to please my audience with my performance?" The boy asked annoyedly as he rolled his blue eyes. "I'll go to my room. Don't disturb me," he added before starting to walk away from his assistants.

"Huh? You don't want to share your date experience with us, Michy?" Azren questioned again, but the idol ignored him and didn't even halt his steps.

The idol was acting weirdly, and Azren frowned at him. However, he decided to swallow his curiosity as he asked, "What do you want to eat for dinner, Michy? I will cook for you tonight!"

Michy had reached the stairs, and he finally stopped his steps after hearing the question. Without turning his body around, he smiled secretly.

Both Azren and Elias couldn't see the smile because Michy's back was facing them, and they could only look at the idol with a puzzled look.

"Cook something with vegetables. I want to eat vegetables tonight," Michy finally answered before continuing his steps towards his room.

Azren's jaw dropped to the floor. "Since when did Michy want to eat vegetables?" He questioned when Michy was no longer in sight.

The demon was confused, but Elias just smiled as he walked over to him and patted his shoulder. "Don't forget to cook for me too," he said before heading to his room.

Now there was only Azren who looked lost in the living room. Even Elias dared to order him.

He shrugged his shoulders before heading to his room. There was still time for him to rest before he had to prepare the dinner for the idol―and also for the annoying Elias.

On the other hand, Michy was sitting on the edge of his bed with a troubled look on his face. He had not even taken off his jacket, but his shoulders were lump as if he had no energy to move his limps at all.

"Why did I let those two blonde live with me here? Just one blonde is already trouble for me, but I agreed to take in another blonde with me. I bring trouble for myself," he mumbled to himself while furrowing his brows.

He didn't even expect that he would meet Elias again. That man had left him for too long, but a simple incident caused by Azren's clumsiness brought him to meet with the man again.

"Is it a fate?" He whispered to himself.

Spending time with the man for a few years, and was separated from that man for eight years, and they finally met again in an unexpected circumstance.

Michy didn't expect it at all. All things that happened to his life were unexpected, including his decision to date Trissa.

He didn't think that his career would be on the edge because of the scandal, and he had to bring himself to date a girl he didn't love to save his career.

Azren might be right. Perhaps his decision would only bring another disaster for him. But, what could he do now? He could only surrender to his fate.

Sighing heavily, he then brought his hand to rummage the pocket of his jacket. From the pocket, he took out two phone straps that he bought earlier.

He used his other hand to brush the primrose decoration, and his smile widened on his face.

"Why do I like primrose so much?" He questioned himself while brushing his thumb over the primrose decoration. "Even that clumsy assistant questioned me about that."

["Primrose?" Azren parroted. "What kind of flower is that? Is it the same as a rose?"

The idol giggled upon hearing Azren's innocent question. "It's not the same as rose, Ren. For me, primrose is more beautiful than a rose."

Azren tilted his head as he looked confused. Michy was busy drawing again, and he decided to bring his gaze to roam the living room as he felt bored.

Then he noticed something. All the paintings in the room were the same as the one Michy was drawing. All of them were primrose, and he was quite puzzled by it.

It seemed that the idol didn't only like primrose, but he was obsessed with it.

"Why did you always draw primrose, Mich?" The demon questioned the young idol. "Does primrose have a special meaning? Is it a symbol of something?"]

He recalled the conversation again, and he smiled a little. "Yes. Primrose does have a special meaning," he spoke softly as if he was answering the assistant question back then.

But suddenly he felt his head become dizzy, and he used his left hand to clench the phone straps while using his right hand to grab his aching head.

["Primrose?" Azren parroted. "What kind of flower is that? Is it the same as a rose?"

The idol giggled upon hearing Azren's innocent question. "It's not the same as rose, Ren. For me, primrose is more beautiful than a rose."

Azren tilted his head as he looked confused. Michy was busy drawing again, and he decided to bring his gaze to roam the living room as he felt bored. Then he noticed something. All the paintings in the room were the same as the one Michy was drawing. All of them were primrose, and he was quite puzzled by it.

It seemed that the idol didn't only like primrose, but he was obsessed with it.

"Why did you always draw primrose, Mich?" The demon questioned the young idol. "Does primrose have a special meaning? Is it a symbol of something?"]

Michy couldn't even breathe freely as the fragment of memories flashed in his mind. His breath was gasping, and he stared at the void ahead of him in horror.

"Whose memories are they?"