HEAVENS LINE (YOONMIN)

Diez

Jimin heaves a sigh and looks past the people walking here and there from where he sat. He is hungry but doesn't know how he would fill his stomach.

He had been on the streets for who knows how long without any recollection of who he was or where he came from.

What he looks like now is way different from what he was before. His body is covered in dirt with his tattered big shirt and loose pants and he stinks too.

He doesn't know how to communicate. He can hear people chatting when they walk past him but he can't understand what they are saying nor the written signs they try to communicate to him, thinking he is mute. But even if that is the case, there are still people who are willing to be kind enough to him and give him food.

If only people knew that he was an angel, they might have treated him differently but of course, they don't and will never know. It is supposed to be hidden, like the myth itself.

He lost his memories when his wings were taken away. His memories were in those feathers and since it was far long gone and would not be able to regain not unless a feather of his was touched by him or stabbed to his back, then he would remain a mortal until he died diedby then, they can decide whether he will be forgiven and be an angel again.

Of course, all angels were once mortals too. Mortals who were too good to be with other mortals and after changing to become an angel, their memories as mortals are removed.

"There you are! I thought you left."