The Angel's Paradise. ( Saeran x MC )

《 f i v e 》

"Miss, please wake up," A voice had rang out in my head as a scenario started to play, like it had done countless times the past hour. Then my own voice began to speak and a conversation started.

"Huh, who are you? Where's the boy from before?"

"He's," A pause from the voice as he had contemplated what to say, "having difficulties. I will administer your medicine from now on."

"No, I don't want to take it! Leave me alone, its hurts! Bring him back, stop!" I did anything as I could see him forcing me still so he could give the 'medicine', as he called it, to me safely.

I was sick of recalling this as I sat here, looking blankly at the wall of my cell. Three times the other man was here instead of the boy with pink tips in his hair. The way the other man grasps my arm and restrains me is different than the boy who brought me here. He really treats me with not an ounce of feeling.

That's something I noticed too. Everyone else, unlike the pink-tipped boy felt void of emotion. As they walked by, I could see it in the way they walked with no posture, not really looking at anything in particular. I couldn't help but wonder what made them like that. Oddly enough, I felt like it was this place and I could feel it dragging me down as well.

Due to the smaller amount of people I see walking by, and how much colder it has gotten, I have a sense that it's night time, but I don't feel very tired. Of course I am emotionally, but after everything that's happened, of course I wouldn't be able to sleep. Then, there was a small tapping noise on my cell door.

I looked up and saw the boy I had wanted to see earlier, and to some extent, seeing him made me feel relieved, until the moment I realized I'd be getting another 'shot,' which I still had no clue what that was even doing to my body.

Looking at him more, he just seemed. . . So tired. It made my heart twitch for pain as I saw the exhaustion and hurt in his eyes. Even his posture made it clear something was wrong. Wearing a sad expression, he watched his own fingers intently as he fiddled with the cell bars. Then, he sat down. On the dusty ground, he sat down and sighed.

I felt like time paused as I took in the way he looked.  He looked so vulnerable, but..He was so oddly pretty. His face set with no expression, but still looking so much in pain, and how his face was paler than usual, like porcelain glass. It was oddly alluring, how him looking so sad drew me in. A few more moments later, and he had suddenly looked up at me. I jumped a bit in my position, flustered at the sudden eyes on me.

"Saeran. My name is Saeran."

I watched him the same way he watched me, slightly confused. 'Why is he suddenly telling me his name?' I thought, even though I was slightly relieved to know it, and be able to refer to him as something other than 'the boy' or 'hacker' in my mind.

He continued speaking when I hadn't responded, "I just wanted you to know," Saeran looked back at the ground, and I took note of how he specifically wanted me to know, even if it didn't mean much, "I don't want to be the messenger, or disciple, or even the hacker. I just want to be Saeran sometimes. I don't know how things even got like this. I guess I was just destined for bad luck?"

I looked at him for a second, not sure what to say, but I could honestly hear all the pain in his words and I had wanted to help him and comfort him so bad, but there wasn't much I could do from the other side of the bars. 

'Why do I want to help him anyway? He's the reason I 'm here, the reason why I'm in this mess. Maybe it's because he doesn't seem like that bad of a guy.'

"Sometimes I think the whole reason I'm doing this is for a sense a purpose and fulfillment," He continued again, looking back up at me and asking me a question, "Do you hate me?"

Put on the spot, I shook my head no rapidly. He seemed so broken currently that I couldn't say yes to him. A small smile lit up on Saeran's face, and even if it was the smallest smile I had ever seen, it made me feel nice. Suddenly the smile had disappeared and was replaced by a bigger frown than before, "I'm sorry," He whispered, "For bringing you here. I...I don't even know why I'm here right now. I think I just..Needed to feel like a human. I felt like you could be able to do that."

For the first time since he came here and sat down, I spoke, "Thank you," I said quietly, sitting more relaxed as I grew a bit more comfortable with him. There was no speaking after, and the silence wasn't awkward. Well, as awkward as I thought it'd be.

Saeran looked up to the ceiling and let out another sigh, "I think I should probably go now." He stood up and dusted off his legs as I just watched him. Compared to when he first came here, Saeran looked much happier, and with the smile he was currently wearing, I felt a little at ease.

"Thank you, for talking with me," I said, thanking him again, "It's been. . . weird having nothing to do and no one to talk to. This helped."

The boy flustered for a second, started coughing from surprise, "Uh, you're welcome." Suddenly, his expression turned somber, and he paused his words every few seconds, "It'd be best if you forget this..I know I will even if I don't want to," His voice ended as just a mere whisper, but because of how quiet the cell was, I could hear him fine.

For a near second, it looked as if he was wiping a small tear, "Please, sleep well..I'm sorry for what I do in the morning."