꒰ "𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆." ꒱ | 𝐂. 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

꒰ "𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗜'𝗺 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀!" ꒱

If one word was used to describe Yeonjun, it sure as hell would not be angel. In fact being called the word such as 'angel' when talking to an actual, real one would be a compliment but in this case, the situation was far from simple. With that adorable little innocent face, it would be difficult to believe that he was the one up in heaven causing disaster instead of creating miracles down below just by his presence. Expected tasks like these 'miracles' per se were something every angel should do, whether it be protecting or guiding any soul on Earth by their presence, but if Yeonjun had to be honest- he absolutely loathed the thought of being someone's guardian angel, chained to a soul their entire life. They didn't even die in the end, so what was the point? If his wings got far enough, he'd leave the moment he was asked to be one- which was inevitable. It was obvious that his thought process was incredibly unique from the other angels, begging for a chance to own freedom, and even he himself shamelessly acknowledged this.

Speaking of which, the disaster wasn't even that bad once word got around. That bad in the sense that he admitted he indeed laughed at a kid who tripped at a random Walmart, but that kid had it coming- well... respectfully, in his opinion. If something had to be labeled karma, it'd certainly be this, though Yeonjun probably could've graced him with some liberality before he abandoned the rest of these expected tasks. Wrath must've came out from the Seraphim once they found out, but they couldn't be that mad at him now, could they? Well... seeing as they haven't caught his so called "bad behavior" yet, his hope went a long long way. A long long way enough for Yeonjun to feel as if he could keep doing this for an eternity. A long long way enough for him to feel free, like nothing was holding him back as long as he soared with his wings.

But how far could his faithful hope go when he eventually meets you?

"Yeonjun, the head of the Seraphim requests your presence immediately," one of the higher angels named Taehyun announced as he pulled said boy to the side. Whilst chuckling nervously, Yeonjun almost tripped on the hem of his gown, trying tirelessly to free himself of the deathly grip on his arm. He wasn't sure what was going on and rolled his eyes towards Beomgyu who was watching this all go down. If he could free himself out of that awkward situation... maybe he could get away from that without receiving some punishment for his behavior lately.

"Sure, just after a minute-" Taehyun tugged on the white sleeve of his shirt, and Yeonjun groaned in annoyance, knowing fully well what was coming to him.

"Now."

Well, crap. Did they finally have enough of him?

Just far enough for the other angels not to hear their conversation, Taehyun stood face to face with a "welcoming" smile on his face. It was nothing less of menacing, though it was most likely meant as a warning that anyone could decipher. In his opinion, he thought it was amusing. They couldn't get enough of him to be watching him all the time, huh? Yeonjun barely contained his laughter in as he rewound the memory of seeing that evil kid fall in the aisle of the Walmart grocery store.