I'm Seeing Angels | Minchan

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A week after Jisung and Chan's split passed, Minho continued to serve on the altar, reading passages or helping with other things around the church. Chan and Jisung continued to distance themselves from each other, much to Minho's selfish liking. Chan had learned to move on from Jisung and his friendship, though there were periods of times that he missed talking to the younger. He was able to push through and continue on without getting too depressed. He continued to see Dr. Baek during his scheduled appointments, and after doing some guided reflection and some reflection on his own, he realized something that he didn't want to admit. 

He had fallen for Minho. 

He knew that he had begun to have feelings for him, but he never wanted to admit it. He didn't want to have this happen, but what could he do? It seemed as though it was inevitable. He was stuck in a constant loop of trying to convince himself that it wasn't true. He knew that he had taken a liking to the angel, but that's all it was supposed to be. A friendly liking. Nothing romantic. 

But that wasn't the case, and now he was lying in his bed at almost two in the morning with his thoughts and worries crowding his mind. He was scared. Why? For a couple of reasons. Minho was an angel. He didn't know how loving an angel would work. Would it be the same as loving another human? Was it morally okay to be in love with an angel? He wasn't a human, but he looked human, so did that make it okay? 

Should he have been praying? Would that even help? If he were to pray, though, surely Minho would hear him, and he'd expose himself to the angel. Maybe Minho was already listening in on his thoughts. He didn't feel safe to even think without Minho barging in. He trusted the angel enough for him not to pop in anymore like he used to, and he was appreciative to him for that, but the fear was still in the back of his mind. He couldn't have a single thought without remembering that Minho could listen in at any given moment. 

Cherry was lying on the bed with him as he cuddled her, looking for some comfort. There was no way that he could sleep peacefully that night. He was lucky that it was a weeknight, and he didn't have to do any heavy work the following day. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back as the moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the room in a soft blue hue, just enough for him to see everything in it. 

He heard some shuffling on the other side of the door, to which Cherry picked up on immediately. She lifted her head off of his stomach, her ears standing alert, ready to protect Chan from any intruders. Once Chan heard a familiar groan of pain, he let out a breathy chuckle and tried calming Cherry down so that she didn't start barking and startle Minho. 

She listened to her owner and hesitantly placed her head back down. She calmed down and was starting to fall back asleep until there was a soft knocking at Chan's door, waking her back up immediately. "It's okay," he sighed, pulling the covers off of him and onto Cherry. He stood up from the bed, taking a moment to silently laugh at her as she fought to free herself from the soon tangled mess she put herself in. 

He walked to the door and slowly opened it, revealing a not-so-tired and not-so-happy Minho. "Everything okay?" He groggily asked, not sure why the angel was knocking on his door. He'd never done this before, so Chan figured it must've been something important. 

Minho's eyes scanned the room, not wanting to look at Chan directly. "I um... I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he explained softly, still not making eye contact with the priest. 

"I'm fine. What's going on?" Chan was confused by Minho's statement. He would've been lying if he said he wasn't concerned for Minho, considering how nervous he looked. He was rubbing his arm slowly and shifting his weight between his legs. He was clearly uneasy about something.