𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ↞ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒

"Aren't you intimidated by me? Not at all?" he sniggered, glaring down at how his nails gripped the armrests of the seat. He seemed so full of himself, almost as if he hoped he'd intimidated her - he didn't, he'd just let his ego go a little too far.

"Wouldn't you feel better if I was?" her breath fanned over his arm as she stared down at his veins pulsing through his arms, her attention was caught immediately and she distracted herself from his daring eyes. She was so out of it, she'd forgotten where she was, what he was saying and how impatient he was. It was clear that the boy wasn't one to wait around, which is why she gazed away from him for just a little longer. It was some sort of trick she decided to play, it could go one way or another.

"Chan," Jisung took a step into the room, glaring directly at the girl stood by his side with such a cold stare, "let's go." He nodded for his hyung to follow him out, but the boy nodded back to him.

"Give me five minutes."

"We don't have five minutes," he growled.

"It'll take longer if you keep me here," Chan shrugged and moved the girl aside, dragging her towards the exit by the tightened grip on her arm, "like I said, five minutes. Just five," he finished, waiting for Jisung to slip back through the door to let the two through.

With some slight hesitation, Jisung stepped to the side, allowing the two to cross his path - the girl still had a cold glare who she'd now forced onto Jisung, her gaze delving into him.

"I'll tell boss five minutes, no longer, got it?"

"Before I go," Chan stopped in his tracks, pivoting just one of his feet to face Jisung whilst he grinned and stared at the open door, "get someone to clean up the mess I made. The smell of rot's putting me off."

Jisung scoffed, seeming to get pissed off by Chan's forward and declaring attitude, "want me to finish your chores while I'm at it?"

"You're leaving me again?" the girl scoffed, pulling her arm away from Chan hesitantly, "am I going home soon?"

"Home?" he chuckled, snatching her arm back and dragging her up the few steps they had left to walk, "missing someone?"

"There's no one to miss," she snapped back, biting her cheek at the way he forced her into the empty, yet spacious, room. "You won't keep me locked away, will you?"

"That depends," he shrugs a second time, "are you going to behave yourself? There might be a few chores I can give you," he'd started to negotiate without question, her temptation to refuse was overwhelming as she stared so fearfully at the guy stood over her. "Well, are you going to refuse? Or are you planning to get along?"

"Let me see him," she said, it was more of an order rather than a question. She'd said it so fearlessly, he was bound to comply to her terms this way. "Just once."

"Don't you think you should walk away?" he closed the door ajar, his eyes narrowing at her forward order, "aren't you scared?"

"Who should I be scared of? You?" she found herself falling back into that state of mind - that state of mind where she was scared of him, she no longer felt fearless, and she was no longer confident with the actions she'd made already.

"Do you want to be?"

"I don't want to be scared at all."

She felt as though she was being forced to be afraid, as though that's what he expected from her - she regretted ever seeing Peniel that night, she regretted ever listening to her father's words, his commands.

He turned to walk back towards the door, pulling it slightly open, just enough to fit himself through.

"Where are you going?" she refrained herself from jumping forward to hold him back, afraid that his attitude would change again.

"The most we can do is bury him, but not here," his eyes narrowed, returning back to their original glare, "I won't be long."

He left the room with no lock, and to his own surprise he'd left her to roam freely around the grounds. The whistle that left his lips was loud enough to earn the attention of one of the guards, he took Chan's place in front of the door to his room and allowed him to head to his meeting.

"You're late," the boss spoke in a hushed tone, holding his hands out whilst they sat cupped on the table, "tending to your new friend?"

Chan took the seat at the end of the table, sitting with his elbow leant against the wood and his legs crossed unprofessionally, "let's get on with it. I'm sure your plans have been made, so let's hear them."

"You expect too much from me," he chuckled, coughing as he patted his chest, "here." He stood from his seat with his hands full, folders piling one after the other, construction plans and room plans in his second hand. "This is your case, not mine-"

"It's our case-"

"Not anymore," they interrupted one another again and again until the boss had the last say. "I did as much as I could for you. You've been introduced to the suspects, I'm yet to introduce you to the victims."

"Victims of, what?" Chan took one of the folders from his father's hand as he walked past, "our plan was to target Daehyun, you didn't mention anything of victims."

"You're not going to be targeting any of the victims, you're going to gather information from them. Their profiles are in order of relations, I expect I can let you take care of the rest whilst I attend a separate meeting with the board."

"That should be no problem," Chan stared at the profile in his hands, handing out the others one by one, "is there anything we should know?"

"Perhaps there's one piece of information that could be of use to you," the boss carried his bag towards the exit, glaring back at his son, "you might be aware that Daehyun has a son, but are you aware he has a daughter?"

...

The girl stared at the body of Peniel thrown into the dirt as it piled onto him. "I hope you learnt your lesson from this," she chuckled, kneeling down to pass a rose onto the soil, "I owe you my life for getting me this far. Thanks to you, my father can be proud of me once more. Rest easy and watch me finish what you could hardly start. I'll be sending Chan your way very soon."