As soon as they landed on the balcony of the apartment, Kija detached himself from Jae-ha and went inside without saying a word. Jae-ha hesitated before following; his worry hadn't vanished, instead it only increased with Kija's continuously strange behavior.

"Kija," he began, closing the glass doors behind him. Alerted by the noise, Hak and Yona ran into the living room, relaxing their stance when they saw who it was. Jae-ha stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to draw their attention to the sulking demon now standing next to the couch.

Yona took on their disheveled state and asked, "Did you find the body?"

"It was gone," Jae-ha said, glancing quickly at Kija before continuing. "But it didn't matter. We were attacked."

Jae-ha could see Hak's expression getting darker as he explained them what happened. He took out the weapons he'd gotten from the demons, laying them on the table. There were two knives and daggers, their handles made of wood, which explained how their enemies were able to hold them without being burned by the heavenly steel. The gun was an ordinary one - except for the material the bullets were made of.

"They were most likely the same demons that attacked you earlier," Jae-ha said, motioning towards the gun. "All of them had one weapon, except for the guy who also had this. He probably got it from the one you killed."

"So they were waiting. Hoping one of us would go back there," Hak concluded.

"It's been a while since I've seen so many heavenly weapons together," Yona grabbed one of the daggers, running a finger along the handle with curiosity, and then voiced the question that had been running through Jae-ha's mind ever since she and Hak had arrived with Soo-Won. "How did they get them?"

Jae-ha could only think of one explanation, but if it were true it meant they had gotten involved in something bigger than they first thought, not to mention more dangerous. He didn't have time to say anything, however, because Hak seemed to have similar thoughts.

"Only fallen angels have access to heavenly weapons," he said. "If it were only one, we could say it was nothing, maybe it was stolen by a lucky demon who defeated its previous owner. But this many? For demons to get their hands on them, it has to be through one of our own."

A heavy silence settled as the fallen angels exchanged worried stares. As much as Jae-ha would like to deny it, what Hak was saying was the only possibility that made sense.

"Why do they want them, though? These weapons can't harm us," Yona asked.

"Demons do not mingle with the filthiness of angels," Kija said, surprising them all. Hak and Yona tensed at his words, but Jae-ha shook his head to assure them it wasn't a threat. "That's what they said. Isn't it obvious?" he let out a dry laugh. "Why do you think they targeted you and your boyfriend in the first place?"

Jae-ha saw the moment realization dawned on them. Hak's hands closed into fists, but the most noticeable change was Yona's - her eyes turned fiery, waves of power rolling off her. It wasn't often that Jae-ha saw her like that, but it was moments like this that made him happy he wasn't her enemy.

"They'd go that far to get rid of anything that goes against this war. Killing their own kind, that's just-" she stopped, shaking her head. Hak moved closer, pulling her against his chest, and Yona relaxed a little against his hold. When she spoke again, however, none of the determination had left her voice. "We have to find out more. If there are others, we have to stop them."

She looked up at Hak, who tightened his arms around her and nodded. Jae-ha wasn't surprised; Hak would always be by Yona's side no matter what decision she made. When they turned their gaze to him, however, Jae-ha hesitated. Even if he condoned the demons' actions, he could decide to have nothing to do with this potentially dangerous endeavour - there was no reason he would be attacked again, so they weren't a direct threat to him.

When his eyes fell on Kija, however, his resolve crumbled. The demon had that lost look on his face again, and he seemed to have stopped listening to their conversation, his gaze focused elsewhere. Something about what happened that night had gotten to him, and Jae-ha was shocked to realize he wanted to find out what it was and put a stop to it. He didn't like how filled with hatred Kija had been, but seeing him like this bothered him even more.

"I'll help you," Jae-ha said, turning to look at Hak and Yona.

"Knew you would," Hak muttered, smirking when Jae-ha protested against his mocking tone. "I should go to the club," he added, his expression becoming serious once again. "It will be easier to find information there."

"Now? What about Soo-Won? Is he still unconscious?"

"Yes," Yona said, "But it looks like he's getting better. The bullet was inside him for too long, so it's normal that it's... taking more time than usual."

"Yona can stay with him," Hak said, "I won't be out for long anyway. The sooner we get information about whoever is doing this the better."

After making Hak promise to be careful, both Jae-ha and Yona agreed to let him go to the Broken Wings. As soon as he left, Yona yawned and turned to Jae-ha.

"Is it really okay for us to stay in your bedroom, Jae-ha? You must be tired too."

"Don't worry, Yona dear. This couch is pretty comfortable, you know?" he winked. "There's also a spare futon. I'll get a few things from the closet first so I don't disturb your sleep, but you can stay there without a problem."

Jae-ha expected Yona to follow him towards the bedroom, but she didn't move. When he threw her a puzzled look, she pointed to Kija, who had his back to them and was staring outside through a crack in the blinds. Jae-ha shook his head; it would be fine to leave him alone for a few moments. He had a feeling that escaping was the last thing on Kija's mind right now.

When they got to the bedroom, Yona immediately went to check on Soo-Won. She and Hak were right - he did look better; some of the color had returned to his face, and his breathing was back to normal. Now that he wasn't busy trying to keep the demon from dying, Jae-ha could see that he was beautiful. As he gathered the things he and Kija would need for the night, Jae-ha made a mental note to tease Yona about it later, when they weren't all so worried about things.

Wishing her good night, he went back to the living room, only to find Kija in the exact same position. Jae-ha put the futon down beside the couch along with the pajamas he'd gotten for them, moving until he was standing a few steps behind the demon.

"Are you okay?"

Kija flinched, as if surprised by Jae-ha's words. Without turning his head, he nodded and muttered, "Thank you for saving me tonight. You didn't have to do that."

"What can I do? It's not just my looks that are nice," Jae-ha said in an attempt to lighten the mood, but Kija didn't answer. Smile falling from his face, Jae-ha added, "I brought you some clothes. You can get cleaned up in the bathroom," seeing that Kija was about to protest, he said, "You can go alone. I'll stay here."

This time Kija did turn to him, shock clear in his features. Jae-ha held his gaze, trying to convey that he trusted him not to do anything rash. Slowly, Kija went to the pile of clothes and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt; with one last look at Jae-ha, he left the room. Jae-ha sighed, throwing himself on the couch to wait for his turn to use the bathroom.

He was nearly dozing off by the time Kija came out. Just like earlier, the clothes were a bit too big for him, and Jae-ha couldn't help but think he looked adorable in them, almost innocent, if that word could even be applied to a demon. He still looked deep in thought, and it reminded Jae-ha that there were a lot of questions he wanted to ask him. However, they could wait until after his shower; Jae-ha was desperate to finally get into his pajamas.

The hot water felt like a blessing to his tired body. Jae-ha took his time washing away the blood and grime that stuck to his skin, relieved that at least for the rest of the night he wouldn't be dragged into any more fights. While he usually didn't enjoy staying still, which explained why he was always traveling and going to clubs, after the last twenty-four hours all he wanted was a few hours of rest without having to leave the apartment.

When he came back to the living room, Jae-ha was disappointed to see that Kija was already asleep on the futon. He couldn't tell if the demon had indeed been too tired or if he was trying to avoid him, but it seemed he wouldn't be getting answers soon either way. Despite his frustration, seeing Kija defenseless like that made Jae-ha feel better. It showed that he had started to trust Jae-ha just as much as he'd trusted him; whatever the demons' attack had changed in him, perhaps it hadn't been a bad thing after all.

Settling down on the couch, Jae-ha fell asleep without much effort. A while later, however, he awoke to Kija's voice, sounding desperate as he trashed against the covers.

"Yoon, come back! I'm sorry! No... please... come back!"

"Kija!" Jae-ha dropped to his knees next to the futon, shaking Kija by the shoulders. The demon opened his eyes, which were bright red and full of tears. One of his hands went to Jae-ha's neck, his body heating up as his nails grew longer. "Kija, stop it! It was a dream," Jae-ha managed to say. "Kija," he repeated, feeling the claws start prickling his skin.

Kija's hold on Jae-ha's neck vanished as he withdrew his hand. His eyes went back to blue as he reverted to human form, but they were still wide as he raised them towards Jae-ha, tears now sliding freely down his face. "I'm sorry," he croaked, but Jae-ha shook his head, a worried look on his face as he tentatively reached towards Kija's face to swipe away a strand of his hair.

"It was just a dream," Jae-ha said once again. He had no idea what prompted Kija to do what he did next - maybe the nightmare had made him more fragile, or the stress of the night's revelations had finally gotten to him - but suddenly his arms were around Jae-ha and his head was buried in his shirt to silence his sobs. Kija clung to him like his life depended on it, and even through the shock Jae-ha managed to wound his arms around him, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to help him calm down.

Jae-ha lost track of how long they stayed like that, but eventually Kija's crying subsided, his body relaxing against Jae-ha's hold. His hands, which were fisted in the angel's shirt, slowly let go of the now damp fabric as he put enough distance between them to look up. Jae-ha could see from his expression that Kija was about to apologize once more, so he cut him off before he could speak.

"Who is Yoon?"

Kija moved completely away from Jae-ha's arms then, opening his mouth and closing it without a sound. He hesitated, worrying his bottom lip, but eventually he started talking.

"Yoon was my friend, many years ago." he said. Jae-ha nodded, signaling for him to go on. "He was also... a fallen angel."

Of all the things Jae-ha expected Kija to say, this was not one of them. He'd been led to believe that Kija hated angels, and even though his behavior had gone against that in the past hours, Jae-ha was sure it had been because of the circumstances. It was difficult to imagine how he could've ever been friends with one of his kind.

Kija, noticing his confusion, smiled bitterly. "I know it's hard to believe. Decades ago, I lived in a village - this will sound even more like a lie, but it's the truth - a village formed by both demons and fallen angels. A place for those who wanted to live in peace, together, without being part of the war."

Jae-ha hoped his expression didn't betray the shock he felt upon hearing Kija's words. This was the same type of village Hak had been talking about at the Broken Wings, but for its existence to be confirmed - by a demon, nonetheless - was almost too much to process.

Kija wasn't done; he started talking faster once he saw that Jae-ha hadn't yet contested the veracity of his story.

"Everything was great in the beginning. It was a small village, but we were happy. We thought we could just reject the war, and it would leave us alone." Kija looked towards the ceiling, his eyes closing. "We were too naive."

"I was out with Yoon the day it happened; we used to climb the mountains nearby every once in a while. That day, we wanted to watch the sunrise, so we left while it was still dark and everyone was asleep." He swallowed hard as if the next words were stuck in his throat. "When we came back, all the demons were dead, their bodies piled up in the middle of the village, every single one of them wounded by a heavenly weapon. The fallen angels were nowhere to be seen."

Kija's body trembled, and if Jae-ha weren't too surprised to move he would have reached out to him again. He could see where this was going, what Kija had thought, why he'd been so assertive when saying demons and angels couldn't possibly be in good terms.

"Those were my friends, my family, and they were all gone. Murdered. I was blind with anger, so I turned to Yoon, the only fallen angel left," Kija continued. "I blamed him. To me, there was only one explanation. The fallen angels had deceived us, waited until our guard was down and taken the chance to massacre our kind, fleeing afterwards. Yoon swore this wasn't the angels' doing, that no one had ever even thought of harming us, that something had happened to them as well."

"Yoon was... really kind. He was against violence, didn't even know how to fight, but that didn't matter to me. I said nasty things to him that day. I attacked him. I nearly killed my best friend, and for what? For nothing, because it turns out he was saying the truth the entire time."

Kija's voice was raw, his face contorted in regret. Jae-ha didn't think he'd realized he was crying again.

"I couldn't do it. Kill him. I left him there, so I don't know if he actually survived. I want to believe that he did, even if that means he hates me now."

The more he heard of Kija's story, the worse Jae-ha felt about all the things he'd told him in the morning. He'd talked without stopping to think of the reasons behind his acts, and had done the same thing Kija had - jumped to conclusions. Jae-ha had no idea how to comfort him, since it had never been one of his strong points to begin with, but he hated seeing Kija suffer like that.

"If he was as kind as you say he was, he'd understand," he said. "You were fooled into believing a lie, and acted based on that. Everyone makes mistakes."

"Normal people's mistakes don't involve taking lives."

"They don't," Jae-ha agreed. "But we're not talking about normal people. We're talking about fallen angels and demons, who have been taught to hate each other since forever and are in the middle of a war."

Kija didn't seem convinced, so Jae-ha took his hand, forcing him to look straight into his eyes.

"I've killed demons. Hak and Yona? They've killed them too. And I'm sure Soo-Won has killed his share of fallen angels. You can bet we all had our reasons, but that doesn't mean we can't still be against this war. It doesn't mean we can't regret every time we have to kill again - because we probably will have to do it. Nothing is black and white, Kija. But what makes us different from all the others killing each other out there is that we believe there can be another way, and we'll try to achieve that. You can't turn back time and change the things you did, but you can change what you do from now on. That is the most important decision, because it's based on the truth."

Jae-ha could tell Kija wasn't expecting his outburst. Even he was surprised at himself - he hadn't meant to talk that much. However, it seemed to be effective, since Kija had stopped crying at some point. His eyes were wide but serious as he stared at Jae-ha.

"I am... glad I didn't kill you, Jae-ha," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. "I want to help you. With the investigation about tonight's attackers. If there's any chance I can prevent them from doing things like what was done to my village, I want to try. Will you let me?"

Jae-ha smiled. His life had taken a strange turn, but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it. He still didn't know much about the real Kija, the one who didn't stare at him with hatred and tried to kill him at every chance he got, but this was an opportunity to find out.

"Of course," he said, and Kija smiled for the first time since they'd met.

The following morning, Jae-ha awoke to the distant sound of voices. He sat up on the couch, feeling disoriented for a moment, until the events of the previous night came back to him. He looked down, only to find Kija still asleep on his side, the covers tucked neatly beneath his chin. There were no traces of his crying on his face; his skin was smooth, and his lips were pressed into a small pout that made Jae-ha stifle a laugh.

He only noticed he'd been staring at Kija for a while when he heard a sound coming from the bedroom again. Careful not to step on the futon, Jae-ha got up and walked towards the door, knocking a few times before entering.

"I thought you'd never wake up, Droopy Eyes," Hak said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling despite the dark circles under his eyes. Yona had her back against the headboard and Soo-Won was beside her, wide awake with an arm thrown around her shoulder. "You sleep like the dead. I could've stolen all your food and you wouldn't have noticed."

"Hak, that's rude!" Soo-Won chided before turning to look at Jae-ha. "We haven't been introduced yet, but thank you for saving my life. I'm Soo-Won."

"Jae-ha."

"Where's the other guy?" Hak asked.

"He's still aslee-"

"I'm here," Kija interrupted, appearing on the doorway. His hair was tousled, sticking to different directions, and Jae-ha couldn't resist pointing that out. Kija glared at him and ignored the remark, but his cheeks were quickly turning red. "I also haven't introduced myself. I'm Kija. I'm sorry about my behavior yesterday."

To say Hak and Yona were surprised would be an understatement. They looked from Kija to Jae-ha, identical expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"What's going on?" Yona asked.

"Kija had a change of heart after last night's events. He's on our side now," Jae-ha said, knowing Kija wouldn't want him to reveal the details of their talk. "But we have more urgent matters to discuss. Have you told Soo-Won about what's going on?"

"We have," Hak said, "We were waiting for you so I could share the information I got at the club."

"But there's something else we should tell you before that," Yona added, turning her gaze towards Soo-Won.

"The reason I was careless enough to be followed yesterday," he said, "was because I was in a hurry to meet Yona and Hak. I'd come across information we'd been looking for for a long time, and thought I should share it immediately, so I didn't take the necessary precautions."

"What is it that you found out?" Jae-ha asked, though he already had a suspicion.

Soo-Won's eyes were serious when he answered, "The location of the village of fallen angels and demons."