Angel's Kisses

>five

It's raining again, and Jaemin hates it.

He hates when it's raining, when the drizzle is louder than necessary, when the thunder claps louder than it needs to, when the lightening flashes brighter than anyone wants it to. This is a prime example of why Jaemin wishes he lived with someone. Someone he could talk to to distract himself from the extremely grim atmosphere outside. To drown out all the sounds, to cuddle inside a blanket with.

But that's all he can do. Wish.

He sighs as he curls into the couch with a blanket, willing himself to listen to the light hearted music playing through his earbuds. He closes his eyes and tries to picture something better than what's going on outside, something that'll ease the cold air seeping through his windows.

It works for the first few minutes, until clanging from his kitchen forces him to open his eyes, startled.

Jaemin is on high alert, and dread settles into every crevice of his body. He doesn't want to deal with this, but it's better to do so than sit around and wait for someone to probably kill him.

It registers in his brain that nobody actually can kill him, technically, but he still doesn't want a home invasion. Or someone to rob his stuff; he likes his stuff. A lot of is in antique too. It'd be a shame if it were all robbed.

Grunting, and slightly shivering because it's cold, Jaemin slowly makes his way to the kitchen, where the initial bang had come from.

He half expects to see a human there, someone scouring through his drawers to see if he has anything valuable in them (jokes on them, he keeps valuables in a secret drawer in his bathroom), who can't see him, which puts Jaemin in a pickle about what to do.

But what he sees instead might just be worse.

A shadowy figure, an outline of something Jaemin can't see. Just a bit taller than him, and overall a bit bigger than him too.

But that's not the part that unsettles him.

Jaemin can quite literally feel someone's gaze on him.

And that shouldn't be happening, unless the person who's figure is just standing in the middle of his kitchen is able to see him. And if they're able to see him, that means they're dead.

However, the gaze starts the feel familiar.

The eyes he feels on him feel like something he's familiar with, and the heat of the eyes which are staring at him feels welcome.

And oh.

Jaemin understands now.

And suddenly, despite initially feeling scared because of the storm outside and the darkness surrounding his house, despite feeling nervous around facing the intruder, his confidence boosts.

Now he knows who's in his kitchen, and despite the traditional fear he's supposed to feel, he just... Doesn't.

He never has, and this situation isn't any different. It always throws Chenle and Jisung for a loop, how he was so casual and calm about the whole demon-stalking thing.

And standing here, right now while staring at the demon who's been following him around for the better part of a hundred and fifty years, Jaemin might just finally understand Chenle and Jisung's confusion.

He's not scared. He's not intimidated. He's not overwhelmed. Instead, he's confused.

What was the demon doing in his kitchen during the midst of a rainstorm?

"What're you doing here?" Jaemin asks, taking tentative steps closer to the demon. The lights are off, and Jaemin shuffles towards the switch before he even waits for an answer. Trying to see in the dark always irritated Jaemin's eyes.

He flips the switch, and the first thing he takes in is the pans from his pan wall scattered around the floor. That must have been what caused to crash that alerted Jaemin.

"My pan wall," Jaemin pouts, immediately making his way to pick up the cookware. Thankfully none of it is dented. Jaemin looks up at the demon, who's still staring at him. Now with the lights on, Jaemin can finally see what he could only feel for the longest time. His white hair, which falls into his red eyes. His pale skin, littered with tattoos which are poking from the rips in his jeans. "Are you gonna help me? This is your mess to begin with."

Silently, the demon crouches down to help pick up the pans and pots, putting them back onto the hooks attached to the kitchen wall. In a mere five minutes, everything is put back the way it originally was, and Jaemin turns to frown at the demon again.

"What're you doing here?" He asks again, hands on his hips this time. He finds it quite odd how the demon has remained quiet this entire time, given that he's always known them to be boisterous and loud. Granted, he doesn't know much about them that isn't from a biased opinion, hasn't really met any of them either.

"We need to talk." The demon ends up finally answering, and Jaemin is a bit taken aback by how soft his voice is. It's still deep, still rumbles and asserts his seriousness, but he sounds like someone who's soft spoken and has a rather lovely laugh.

From the four words that he's said, by far.

"What would we—" Jaemin gestures between the two of them. "Ever have to talk about?"

"Angel Na Jaemin," the demon huffs, taking steps closer to Jaemin. Jaemin doesn't back down, keeping his chin high at the demon's obvious efforts to intimidate him. "Do you know Park Jisung?"

It's a stupid question, Jeno knows, he already knows that Jaemin knows Jisung. But maybe if he can start it all like this, answers will come easier and faster.

Immediately, Jaemin's expression steels itself, and his eyes are hardened as he now glares at the demon.

Jeno didn't know angels could look that angry, but the more you know.

"Why are you talking about him? Leave him alone." Jaemin spits, tone bordering on a growl.

Jeno pieces together that Jisung means a lot to Jaemin. He wouldn't be getting this defensive over the other if he didn't.

"I know him. Park Jisung, died in California. Shot in the head. Loves In-N-Out, was going to graduate top of his class before dying. Only child. Angel, one hundred and eighty years old."

Jaemin heads throbs with the slew of information.

Obviously, Jaemin had already known all of his about Jisung, the latter having told Jaemin and Chenle everything given how their friendship had progressed. But this? This demon? Reciting information the exact way Jaemin remembers it? He knows that Jisung doesn't know this demon, with the way he's never spoken about a demon and with the way he seemed endlessly puzzled when his eyes landed on him the other day.

"I don't know how you know that but you need to stay away from him." Jaemin seethes, poking a finger to the middle of the demon's chest.

"So I'm right?" The other asks, now completely crowding up Jaemin's space. "Tell me I'm wrong if I am."

Jaemin stays silent for a moment, still glaring at Jeno despite his lips being shut in a tight line.

He nods once.

The demon smiles in a sinister way, and Jaemin wonders what's wrong with him when he isn't the least bit phased by the smile.

"I'll be back Angel Na Jaemin." He says, seeming somewhat giddy now if Jaemin thinks about it.

Jeno can now take his credible information to his genius best friend, Huang Renjun, and have him do this crazy research to find out more about Jisung.

"What's your name?" Jaemin asks, maintaining eye contact with the other's fiery red pupils.

"Lee Jeno."

Jaemin's head throbs at the revelation.