Head In The Clouds | 2Jae

Chapter One

Jaebum looked over his surroundings, the gentle grass moving in such a way that made him smile. He'd always loved the little ways earth moved. Especially the way the trees moved. This was where he always landed, a tiny field surrounded by a gentle forest of bright green trees. It was a mile to the nearest road but that's how he'd always liked it. The gentle sound of birds chirping filling his ears.

His soft black hair was tousled and messy from the wind whipping around him. His chocolate brown eyes looked to the darkening sky for a moment and he tried to remember exactly why he had been there in the first place.

He took a breath. Earth air was so much different from that in heaven. The air up there was so stuffy and hot. Jaebum had always preferred that of earth.

He was a guardian angel for that reason. He was partial to earth and humans and the gentle way they acted. Angels were particularly cold and calculating but, humans...they did as they wanted. He loved every moment.

That's when he remembered his mission. To keep Choi Youngjae safe at all costs. To make sure he didn't fall into the wrong hands.

**

Youngjae was sat on his porch, wrapping his bruised wrist. Somehow everyone thought that since he was small, he was the perfect target. He had bruises littering his body and plenty of places that ache more than he'd thought they would. He hated this.

His parents were never in town, he was always alone, so it wasn't like anyone cared enough to ask what was wrong. His only friend, Jackson, barely had time to talk to him. Jackson was friends with everyone from the popular people to people like Youngjae, the nobodies. Of course, Youngjae was grateful he even had someone to call a friend.

Youngjae sighed as he looked over his backyard. His little dog, Coco, ran around happily in the fenced area, barking and yipping. He couldn't help but smile. Maybe Coco was his friend too. All he needed was Jackson, his dog, and a roof over his head. Well, also the checks that his mom and dad sent him to live on.

Then again, he did kind of wish he had someone to lean on, someone to actually take care of him. Jackson was always too busy. Too busy at the gym, too busy with his girlfriend, too busy with friends.

When Jackson was around, Youngjae couldn't help but wonder if it was because he was the last option in Jacksons mind. Then Jackson would grin and laugh and take him to movies and make sure Youngjae was happy. That made him feel better.

More than anything, Youngjae just wanted someone to take care of him for as long as possible, to help him through everything and at least teach him to defend himself.

"This might be dumb" Youngjae began as his eyes surveyed each glowing dot in the dark sky.

"But...but if someone up there can help me...if anyone could just come down and protect me..." he whispered before he looked back to the grass. He did this every once in a while. He'd have a particularly hard day and look up to the stars, praying anyone would come to help him.

No one usually did but Youngjae continued to do this. Jackson had helped once or twice but never truly stopped the people. He did punch one boy in the nose though. Youngjae smiled fondly at the memory before whistling for Coco to come in and making his way to his bed with the tiny dog on his heels.

Something felt different tonight, something that helped him drift off soundly to sleep without even turning his lights off or changing from his school uniform.

**

Youngjae woke up to a banging on his door and groaned. Why this early? He doesn't need to wake up just yet.