angel boy // minsung

|twenty four|

Minho was simply too stunned to speak at how blunt Seungmin spoke. He continuously stammered over his words and his mouth couldn't decide whether to fall open or stay shut. He didn't know how to respond to what his cellmate had told him.

Seungmin laughed to himself in no way that could be considered funny. "It's okay, you don't need to respond to that." Seungmin tried to reassure the new guy, simply waving his hand off.

"No I just- well what happened? If you don't mind me asking." Minho crawled on the floor closer to his new friend. After getting to a closer proximity, he folded his legs in a sitting position.

"Why do you think I'd mind? If I didn't want you to know, I wouldn't have mentioned it."

Minho opened his mouth but quickly shut it, processing Seungmin's point. "Yeah I guess you're right on that."

"Well," Seungmin leaned back on the cold, metal bars behind him. "It was 1990. I was in college, not exactly close to graduation, but I'd been far along enough. I was usually a pretty happy person, I guess you could say my emotions were pretty strong when I was alive." Seungmin shrugged to himself before continuing.

"It was September or October when I started to feel an odd presence around me. I found myself looking over my shoulder a lot. I couldn't decipher whether there was a good or bad presence lingering around me, it was like a war going on inside my gut. Anyways, later on, maybe a couple weeks later, I walked into my bathroom one day in my dorm and I found one of my classmates in their brushing his hair. Of course I was extremely confused at that point, especially because I wasn't sure how the new kid found his way into my bathroom, especially when it was only me living there. But the weirder thing was that I saw angel wings spread across his back. I don't know how I didn't freak out at that moment to be honest with you." Seungmin chuckled to himself, thinking fondly of the memory yet it quickly turned sour. He had a smile rested on his face before it was completely wiped away.

"His name was Wonpil. He actually kinda looked like me a little bit, but we're getting off track here." Seungmin thought aloud. "We became best friends in a matter of no time but I really wasn't sure what was going on but if I'm being honest with you, I hadn't even thought about it. Wonpil held all of my attention.

"One day, my professor asked me to stay after class. It was pretty weird because I had passed his class all semester so far. Wonpil stayed outside of the room waiting for me because the professor insisted he speak to me alone. I guess Wonpil couldn't do much about it, cause he might've not suspected a thing. But I did cause the energy surrounding the classroom that day really felt off putting." Seungmin shook his head as he ripped at his fingernails.

"After Wonpil left, the conversation just got really suspicious. My gut was telling me to run yet my feet stood glued to the ground beneath me. The conversation wasn't even really about grades, and that's when I knew I needed to leave. I tried to tell him I needed to leave but next thing I knew, there were hands wrapped around my neck. I tried screaming for Wonpil but I couldn't even make a sound. I was slapping his hands trying to get them off my neck and my feet were thrashing around trying to find some sort of grounding, but I didn't. And I unfortunately died fighting that demon who had hunted me. A demon who disguised himself as my professor of all people." Seungmin shrugged to himself as if it was no big deal. Minho found this odd considering that Seungmin said his emotions used to be pretty strong and now he acts as if they're dulled down or not even there at all.

"I didn't even know that someone was hunting me down until I saw my professor grow horns from his head. I don't really know, when you die it's just...a weird experience."

"Yeah...you could definitely say that." Minho agreed. "How did Wonpil find out?"

"I don't know...he never came in on time to save me." Seungmin inhaled the air around him as if he'd been cut off of his air for a long while. His eyes welled up with tears as he thought of his old best friend that swore he'd be protected yet didn't uphold his words.