‘Run, Chanyeol, run.’ The smaller boy screamed, holding his hands up in defence. ‘I’ll stop them so you can be safe.’ Chanyeol looked at the boy whose hair was a stunningly light-blonde colour. He looked like an angel. Compared to him, Chanyeol was the devil. That wasn’t a lie. His red hair peaking up like flames. ‘Are you crazy? You will get yourself killed! Why would you sacrifice yourself for a demon like me?