Angel's Kisses

>six

"Why are we here?" Donghyuck groans, kicking a rock on the ground in frustration. "I had a tattoo appointment today!" He yells angrily, eyes turning a darker shade of red. "This is all your fault!" He spits at Jeno, poking a harsh finger to the middle of the latter's chest. "I would be getting inked right now if it weren't for you." He growls to a bored looking Jeno, who's simply looking at Donghyuck, waiting for him to finish his ramble.

"Done?" He asks blandly.

"Fuck you."

"Hyuck's question still stands," Mark pipes in, climbing out of the car to stand next to the other three. They're all learned up against the vehicle, in the same place they find themselves frequently, courtesy of Jeno. "Why are we here?"

"So glad you asked," Jeno scoffs, walking in front of the other three. He has his arms crossed as he stares them all down, before snapping his finger at Renjun. "You're gonna stay by the kitchen window and use your laptop and brain to do— Whatever you did for Chenle and Jisung, but with Na Jaemin. You'll see his face from the kitchen window."

"I don't know where the kitchen window is," Renjun says dryly, looking at Jeno, unimpressed.

"I do." Is all Jeno replies with. "You," he snaps a finger at Mark. "You make sure Chenle and Jisung aren't anywhere near Jaemin. If they are, scare them, take them away, I don't know." Finally, he snaps at Donghyuck, turning to him with a smile so saccharine, Donghyuck knows it's fake. "You, my best friend, scare the living daylights out of Jaemin."

Mark is the first one to splutter at that.

"And why? Is that your kink?" Donghyuck fires back, seeming a tad bit fed up with the situation. "Seriously Jeno, what the fuck are we all doing here?"

He's never ever really been against Jeno going up to... Stalk Jaemin, Donghyuck never cared. He also thought Jaemin was just a pretty pass time, but now Jeno seems more passionate about the whole thing. He says it's because he thinks Jaemin can answer questions towards his death, and Jisung and Chenle, to some degree. But Donghyuck had already promised Jeno that he'd be the one uncovering the truth, so he doesn't know why he's resorting to angels of all people, when he has the literal son of the Devil at his immediate disposal at all times.

"I just told you," Jeno grunts one response, getting more and more agitated as the time ticks by. "Chenle and Jisung are distractions, so Mark hyung will take care of them. Renjun has a wicked technologically advanced brain for someone who died in the 1800s, so he can track down stuff about Jaemin once he sees his face. And you, you piece of shit—" Donghyuck glares at Jeno for his choice of words, but stays silent

So far, what he's saying makes sense, but Donghyuck wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he'd rather play off how annoyed and impressed he is by masking it with anger. Maybe that was a form of secondary nature that came with being Satan's son, Donghyuck wouldn't know.

"—Are to scare Jaemin with your demonic whatever, son of a devil, because last time I talked to Jaemin, he didn't seemed phased by me at all."

The revelation has all three of them shocked, and very, very confused.

"How are you telling me an angel wasn't scared of a demon?" Renjun scoffs.

"That doesn't seem right." Mark mutters, cocking his head to the side, as if trying to find a logical explanation for what Jeno has revealed. He doesn't find one, unsurprisingly.

"Is Na Jaemin a joke?" Donghyuck breathes out, disbelief painting his tone while he angrily kicks another rock and lets out a yell of frustration. "Has he ever even seen the wrath of a demon?" He growls.