3 Ways

Angel of Mine

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"Pfft!!" Namjoo snorted trying to walk away overwhelmed by it all. She mumbled to herself, "None of this is believable. This is a hoax, it has to be."

"If I didn't come in time, you would have jumped." Luhan continued following her, determined to prove himself. "Where do you think I came from?"

"Why do you think I would know that?" Namjoo flung her hands out. "You could be a stalker...or something."

"Oh please! I'm a guardian angel, what use would it be stalking?" Luhan questioned then muttered, "Well I could do that without you even knowing."

"You what!?" Namjoo raised her voice as she spun around to stare at him stupefied.

Luhan stared at her before letting out a helpless sigh. He moved toward her and uncertain of his intentions or his identity, Namjoo stepped back cautious.

"Just...just calm down," he tried. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Namjoo frowned at him before she halted and allowed him to near.

"Give me your hand," he said holding his out, patiently waiting while she hesitated before reaching hers out.

His hand was superbly warm and Namjoo saw a glow outlining his whole palm.

"So you think no one cares," he said.

Anger filled her and she immediately tried to pull her hand back, but he gripped onto her hand in refusal.

"Stop it!" Namjoo thickened her tone. "You're just making fun of me."

"No one's making fun of you," his voice was still calm, relaxed.

Namjoo glared at him before he folded her arm back and placed her hand to her chest, against her heart. She let silence sink in and felt the sun warmly land on her. Inside her head she heard laughter of happy children, saw smiles, and suddenly felt warmth before realized she was seeing...feeling the happy moments she'd had with her family...only she had forgotten them.

"Feel that?" he asked before letting go of her hand.

Namjoo's eyes helplessly watered up before she stared at him stunned. "How'd you do that? What are you?"

"Didn't I say before?" he smiled proudly. "A guardian angel."

"So you just came from up there?" Namjoo asked confused.

"No," he shook his head.

"Then what?"

"I'm yours." His voice became quiet. "Your guardian angel," he finished when her stare burned into him.

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Chanyeol turned around from where he was sitting in his homey apartment when his phone rang. The fresh green walls he'd painted with Namjoo half a year ago were still new in color and he'd worked hard at keeping the little decorations she'd bought for him free of dust. A picture they'd taken together, a memorandum they'd taken on their first date to the movies, hung on the wall. He caught sight of it as he turned to grab his phone.

His heart jumped in joy when he saw that it was Namjoo calling. It had been a long week since she'd last called.

Chanyeol excitedly answered, "Namjoo?"

"Sorry, it's me, Victoria."

His excitement immediately died. "Oh yea..."

"Is Namjoo there? Did she contact you or anything?" Chanyeol detected a tone of worry and frustration in her voice.