angel boy // minsung

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The past few days were the same.

Minho would wake up, he would walk to school, sit in his boring classes, walk back home, get ready for work, walk to work, work, come home, and crash right away. This was pretty much Minho's daily routine but lately it has made him exhausted.

Minho wasn't sure if it was the large amount of coffee he's consumed, the exhaustion weighing him down, or possibly both, but he constantly sensed some sort of presence surrounding him.

If Minho ever thought in the past that he was hallucinating things, he surely thought he was now.

Minho couldn't really pinpoint the feeling residing in his heart that something was watching him. He felt like something was right behind him at all points of the day; at his school, his work, and especially in his home. He never tended to believe those stories or when people talked about the eerie feeling that settled in seeing something paranormal like. But oh boy, was he questioning if ghosts and spirits bound to earth were real.

The thought of maybe an actual person was studying and following his every move came across his mind at some point. Every time it did, it always sent shivers down Minho's spine.

But for whatever reason or another, he didn't feel in danger. In fact, he felt safer.

It was 8:30 AM in Seoul. Minho had only been awake for merely an hour and he was still trying to wake up. As he walked to school, he stumbled here and there over his feet and every time his eyes fluttered shut, his eyes shot open trying to stay awake.

About half way to his destination, Minho stopped in his tracks. That tingly sensation that bubbled in his stomach came up again and a slight fear rose in his gut. He felt that odd presence near him again.

Minho furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder. He slowly made a 360° circle, checking his surroundings. Of course, he saw nothing, or no one, around him, and shrugged, continuing to walk to campus.

Jisung, on the other hand, almost crapped his pants when he thought Minho laid eyes on him.

Shit am I not invisible? Oh gosh can he see my large wings?

When Minho glanced in his general direction, he froze in his tracks. His eyes were wide and full of dread. He held his breath until Minho shrugged and continued to walk. Jisung let out his breath with a hand on his chest. That was way too close for Jisung's liking.

Jisung knew Minho could sense his presence around him, and it threw Jisung off his groove. He couldn't loom over Minho and get his job done if Minho was looking over his shoulder every time Jisung stands around him. How is he ever supposed to get stuff done when his new task is not trying to get caught?

Maybe his power was sensing other angels and demons around him?

No that doesn't really seem like a power.

Throughout the day, Jisung stuck behind Minho and never left his side. If Hell sent their strongest demon, it must've been for a reason, and that means Jisung can't leave Minho alone at any point in time. Even if it meant he needed to wait outside of a bathroom stall waiting for Minho to finish his business.

Jisung always made sure to study the movements of the humans around Minho. If anyone dared to peek a glance in Minho's direction, Jisung would immediately place his hand over his dagger, ready to fight it out with anyone. He would bore his eyes into the lively souls in the classroom looking at Minho, and they would feel oddly uncomfortable and stop looking at the boy focusing on his work.

Most of them were just girls staring lovingly at the back of Minho's head. Jisung almost felt at ease knowing Minho paid no attention to them in the slightest.