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dinoify · 7 years ago

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celestial ☆ jihoon

character ☆ lee jihoon / woozi. au ☆ guardian angel au. genre ☆ fluff. summary ☆ he’s the anomaly in your life of existing. words ☆ 1260+ words.

weezy ☆ to be honest, this isn’t my favorite. i rushed the end a bit, but i hope it’s still okay. TT majority of the parts was actually ... demonhoon, but i changed it so it’s angelhoon instead huhu.

every day's morning to its night, you exist. wake up, eat, pass the time, eat, get ready for bed, sleep for a few hours less than what you should be receiving, and repeat. it is a repetitive cycle that you don't mind reenacting each and every day, having gotten used to the bore of it all. it's all the same now, how you pass the day becomes a memory merged with all the other days you existed in.

so when you open the door to a beautiful man whose height stands only a few inches above your own, blonde hair crowning his head like a pious halo of its own and hazel piercing eyes to match the slight frown looking like it was etched onto his facials, you believe this may just be another part of existing. that is what you believe until your eyes zero on the actual brightly glowing halo floating centimeters above his hair and the gigantic pair of beautiful, pure white wings attached to his back. you then realize that this is an anomaly in his repetitive cycle of existing, the one you never asked for but always hoped would come.

the angel's name is jihoon and within the duration of time he has spent watching over you from having your soul stolen right out of your body before your actual death date, you've noticed things you're not sure you should have noticed in the first place.

there's something in the way jihoon moves. it's sensual movement in which his hips sway, head occasionally bops, and his white wings flap with every shimmying step, like he's moving to the beat of music that isn't there. you'd believe it if you were told, though, since the supernatural always seem to sense the things humans do not.

in comparison to the platinum blonde tufts with sprinkling stardust crowning his head, jihoon's eyes are a complementing hazel that swallow you whole, but where to? you don't know, but the darkening depths of his eyes makes you think of the wallowing abyss. oddly enough, angels are able to eat mundane food. you discover that while finding yourself staring at his sharp canines glistening from the kitchen light when he idly bites into an apple one time. (you weren't watching him, merely observing like viewing an animal in its natural habitat except vice versa, earth is not an angel's natural habitat.)

you wonder if the way jihoon speaks is the actual way he sounds or if he purposely makes himself sound low and lovely. it's only been a couple weeks, but his voice is velvety like milk chocolate, making you melt and his laugh making you feel like you're sitting on the fluffiest of clouds. in a soft voice, he does different things -- scold you for being foolish, ordering you to take care of yourself or telling warm stories of his home in heaven deriving from his own homesickness. and lord, when he sings or hums whatever melodic tune in mind, you swear the skies above open themselves up for him, like heaven is welcoming him back.

jihoon prefers not to be touched, which you're respectful of. however, you cannot deny the times in which human contact is desired and for some reason, jihoon obliges to fulfill those needs. for an angel, his touch is freezing while his halo is scorching hot to touch and wings are soft like silk. you find comfort in it.

and it makes you giggle about how comfortable the angel has gotten in his abode. no longer does he dress himself in the fancy, extravagant suit he wore the day he appeared at his door. instead, he adorns his body with soft sweaters that engulf his torso and shorts that reveal his pink knobby knees. on most days, his radiant halo is gone. his wings remain under the skin of his back, creating two narrow vertical scars over his shoulder blades and a large bulge from where they lie underneath. however, wearing his oversized sweaters, you could barely see it from the outside.

the times in which jihoon doesn't follow you out of your house, you often discover him stretched out on the couch, sitting at the dining table or even the floor, earbuds in and listening to various genres of human music you're surprised to find him take interest in. frankly, you see the same thing when you remain inside, but is able to see the pacing through the rooms that comes along with it. it's endearing all the same.

seeing jihoon within your household is a domestic sight, but you also think the times in which his halo crowns his head, an etheral glow signifying his celestial status bounces off his skin to provide a light of its own, wings extend to touch both sides of the apartment and hazel eyes searing with a certain brightness is particularly breath-taking as well. you upposes that both sides -- the angel and the rather mundane -- is beautiful to you.

gone is the intimidating angel who glared at him, standing in a glorious suit and stilted boots, and welcome to the softer angel in all sweaters and fascinated with mundane music. despite everything you know is peculiar about him, he's almost human.

you realize you're in love with your angel ... specifically the day in which jihoon refuses to leave your bedside when you lay underneath two sets of fluffy blankets, red-faced and nose clogged. he is perched over your bed, staring at you with wide cat-like eyes for any significant change your condition, but you both know your sickly status won't get better over hours. however, he remains by your side anyways, dashing off whenever you ask him to fetch something for you before returning and staying longer. no matter how many times you tell him you're fine, he only scowls and gently smacks your shoulder before retreating into his huddled form once again. it's amusing how childish he is acting, but the concern behind all of it touches your heart.

not to mention, this is one of the times in which his halo and wings are out. under the light of your nearby lamp, his eyes glow particularly bright, just like the halo sitting over his head. the certain brightness hurts your aching eyes, but you don't look away either. he's beautiful and enchanting, but also so regal and noble.

"jihoon?" you croak. his ears twitch at the sound of his name and in moments, the angel hovers over you. his wings creates a shadow over your form, gently fluttering a cooling breeze which you appreciate immensely against your skin. embarrassed by the size and quality of your voice, you're tempted to back down, but a certain question has been looming in your mind for days now.

"yeah?"

"are you going to return to heaven someday?"

shock and bewilderment flashes across his facials, but eventually it's exchanged with a certain affectionate softness. he reaches a hand out, appendage peeking from his sweater sleeves to brush against your red cheeks. his touch is cold as always, but you lean into it.

"someday, yes, but not any time soon, i suppose. i'm already quite bound to you and this house has become my own," he pauses, hesitation glistening in his eyes but he soon smiles smugly. "angels can't lie, so i hope father is alright with me staying with you longer than i offered for. who knows? with how worrisome you are, like right now -- too tired to move, he has no choice but to allow me to stay and protect you, hm?"

your heart swells with love.

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