Chanyeol was thoroughly enjoying the night- In fact, he had lost himself several times forgetting that he was on a mission, letting himself indulge in the fanciness and elegance. After the evening had officially began, the crowd of women in beautiful silk dresses and men in fine suits pressed against him, pushing him to what seemed like the main hall.
Inside the hall was scattered with dozens of white clothed tables, a small lit candle and gorgeous flowers sitting atop. He seated himself rather close to what seemed like a low stage and scanned the sea of masks seated by him, trying to find someone that he knew. What seemed like decades, he finally gave up seeing how it was pointless to look for someone you didn’t even know what they looked like and leaned back in his chair staying silent as the host stood up in front of the podium.
He let the speech slide through one ear and out the other, focusing more around the host. For a man of great power and wealth he didn’t seem to have any guards or anyone really watching his back. It didn’t bother him as much anymore as the men in black came out from behind holding the check. Chanyeol side glanced them once as he looked away adjusting his bothersome mask. His brain clicked and he looked up startled, noticing the infamous white chrysanthemum pinned on all of the men in black suits’.
Chanyeol slowly rose to his feet still staying low so that it wasn’t suspicious- He couldn’t go up by himself that would be suicide-- He let his thoughts take over and before he could come up with a decisive plan a clear gun shot sliced through the silence.
Nam Joonhyung fell to the ground with blood trickling out from his mouth-
It immediately broke into full chaos and pandemonium as women and men were shoving each other out of the way trying to get out of the line of fire.
More shots lit the room and a body dropped beside him-
He rolled up his sleeves and ducked behind a turned table. Chanyeol briefly peered out as a transmission was admitted through his small earpiece, gently tucked away in his ear.
“Your priority is the safety of the civilians present at the ball-” it was all he heard before the table was knocked over on top of him as one of the men approached him. His reflexes kicked in and he rolled out just in time before the table came crashing down next to him. Chanyeol got up and stood in a fighting stance at the man in black. He was at a total disadvantage as the opposing enemy had a gun pointing at him but that was the least of his worries as another two ganged up around him.
“Hey look fellas- I’m just one person~ If you wanted me so badly, you could’ve just asked-” he grinned. He wasn’t going to go too much into detail what went down but rest assured he wasn’t going to be dealing with them anytime soon~
Chanyeol turned around and started to jog to a few kneeling civilians. Their relieved smiles suddenly contorted to gasps and surprise and they shouted pointing at something behind him-
A furious pain blasted through his left shoulder and his white hair was suddenly gently sprayed with red. It knocked him off balance and he fell to the side gripping onto the bleeding wound hissing as it burned against his hand. He heard a gun reloading a few yards back- Was this how he would go down?
Chanyeol heard a cry and more gun shots, he painfully turned his head around to find that the man who shot him was on the ground out cold and beside him a man who clearly won the fight- The masked ‘winner’ came over to him and kneeled down next to him asking if he was alright.
Chanyeol squinted through his mask and hissed. “I’m.. peachy~”
