W. Malrang
"Why is the Grim Reaper here?.."
That's the question I really wanted to ask. Weren't we on bad terms?
If anyone saw us, they'd think we were just a family. I was hiding behind Beomgyu's back, my guard up.
"What did you say about me that made that little brat look at me like he was going to kill me?"
"What if he's already dead?"
It was Soobin who answered. The Grim Reaper hit Soobin's forehead hard, as he lay on his lap playing a game. Judging by the way he continued playing with a scowl, seemingly unhurt, it seemed like this wasn't the first or second time this had happened.
As I stood still, clutching the hem of Beomgyu's shirt, he turned his head and looked down at me. Perhaps noticing my heightened alertness, he placed a hand on my head.
"Hey Kim Taehyung, who are you to use your powers on humans and cause trouble?"
"What are you talking about-"
"It doesn't work when you try to erase the student's memories."
"Hey, why would I touch a human being to enjoy some kind of wealth and honor? I only touch the dead, you crazy bastard."
And I told you to call me hyung, you brainless brat.
Kim Taehyung didn't look angry at all, but his tone was sharp. Taehyun's expression was the same. It was confusing whether they were fighting or just having a conversation.
Meanwhile, a delicious smell wafted past my nose, and I instinctively turned my head toward the kitchen. Then Yeonjun smiled and motioned for me to come over.
"Was it hard to catch the evil spirits of the heroine? Come and eat quickly."
"thank you!"
By the way, when is he leaving? I whispered, and Yeonjun shrugged.
"I have to tell them to get out right now! I don't even know where I'm going."
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So are you close or not?