DEMONS [CHANBAEK]

Chapter 5

It was evening now. After a long and tiring day Chanyeol was taking a well-deserved rest.

Chanyeol lay in his cushioned armchair, a glass of red wine in hand, listening to Bach. He had a taste for classical music, it calmed his nerves after days like this. After his assignment was over, he and Jongin had reported back to headquarters. They had successfully infiltrated the facility, but that was where their luck ended.

Turns out the guy was anticipating them. They had initially managed to slip past the guards and enter his office. But he was quicker. He immediately rang for his guards and ten of them barged in, holding weapons. While the guards tried to take them down, the target gave them the slip and ran for his life. However, Chanyeol and Jongin were ready. Standing back-to-back, they made quick work of the second-rate guards and chased after the bastard. They caught him just as he slipped out of the fire escape, and aimed a clean shot to his head.

Now, five hours later, he was back in his home and enjoying some peace. Some very short-lasting peace.

*bang bang bang*

Chanyeol started as he heard a loud pounding on his front door. Grabbing the remote, he turned off the music.

*bang bang bang*

Louder and more intense this time.

This was weird. He wasn't expecting anyone, and if it were someone he knew, why weren't they ringing the doorbell? Grabbing the opened wine bottle as a weapon, he carefully walked towards the door. He turned on the screen to the surveillance camera outside, which was placed right next to the door, and saw a head of brown curls bobbing up and down.

It was just Jimin. She can't reach the doorbell yet. However, his relief was quickly replaced by a pang of guilt, as he suddenly remembered what he had decided to do about her brother's situation. Well, anyway, he opened the door before she broke it down. Jimin, as usual, barged in like she owned the place, angrily muttering something about samcho taking too long to open the door.

She marched to the kitchen and sat at her designated place. With a sigh, the taller followed suit.

'What brings you here today, Jimin-ah?', he asked, pulling up a chair opposite to her at the kitchen table. She looked different today, a bit more downcast than usual. Her face was almost hidden underneath all the curly hair and she was wearing an eyepatch, although only a bit of it was visible. Before he could ask about it, she piped up,

'I brought something'

She rummaged into the same tiny purse she had last night and pulled out a crinkled picture. With big hopeful eyes, she handed them to him.

'It's my oppa. I forgot to give you a picture yesterday.'

Chanyeol looked at the picture. A very good-looking young boy stared back at him. He kept staring at the picture, awestruck. Jimin's brother was...beautiful. He had light skin which shone, probably from the flash when the picture was taken. His soft brown hair was parted at the side and his face was rested on his delicate palm. His eyes were a dark-brown and his full lips were pink and looked soft. Chanyeol wasn't exactly straight, he'd had men before, some pretty good-looking ones too, but for the first time it took him some time to tear his eyes off the angelic face. He looked up to the same eyes, now looking at him all hopeful, from across the table.

'That is the only picture I have of him. One day eomma was crying to appa to bring him back and appa got angry and threw out all his pictures. I managed to save one.'

She looked down, hunched over, her forehead almost touching the table. Chanyeol heard the soft sniffles.

'Tell me everything you know, Jimin'. He said gently. He didn't know how on earth he was going to find her brother. He didn't even know if he should. But seeing that picture may have sparked a little fire in the cold recesses of his heart.