stray letters | nct jaemin.

three | angel.

The light from the doorway shines from behind her, making her look like she was literally sent from heaven. I ignore the dull pain in my lower back as I continue to admire her some more, eventually breaking the silence when I ask her for her name and age. Honestly, she looks a lot younger with her delicate form and wide, celestial eyes. 

It turns out her name is Angela and she's just three months younger than me.

"So, you literally are an angel??" 

"That's just what my name means, it doesn't mean I'm an actual angel." She chuckles while covering her mouth with her tiny palms. 

But you are.

"I was told that I just need to accompany you. Why exactly is that?"

I explain to her about my recent surgery and how I can't participate in my usual activities. 

"So, do I need to physically take care of you too?" 

I shake my head. "No, I'm perfectly fine! I'm just bored," I say, the pain in my back throbbing. The grimace on my face causes her to nod sceptically, obviously not believing what I said.

I suggest that we go out and get some ice cream, maybe even go to the park. She happily agrees and I go to my room to retrieve a face mask just in case anybody recognises me. 

"Let's go!" I grab her hand after she puts on the sweater that she was holding in her arms. 

We roam the beauteous streets of West Seoul, a place that she hasn't visited yet since she only recently moved here. I ask her a question that I had in my mind ever since she introduced herself.

"Why do you have an English name? And can I call you Angie for short?" I turn to face her and admire her soft features.

"I'm half Australian. And yes." She beams, explaining how her father is Australian and how she was born and raised in Melbourne. We continue talking about each other as we head over to Baskin Robbins- I buy Strawberry Cheesecake and she buys Pralines and Cream. Her mellifluous laughter fills the air and I can't help but smile to myself at the alluring sound. 

We walk a bit more, making our way to a park when I suddenly I feel an agonizing sting bolt through my spine. This time I can't hide it, and I let out a gut-wrenching cry. Angie immediately turns to me, her face full of alarm. 

"Jaemin! Are you okay?? Shall I take you home?"

I nod vigorously, scrunching my face and bending over in pain. Angie calls for a cab and finds one instantly, carefully helping me into the taxi before asking the driver to 'step on it'. I feel tears absconding from my tear ducts and I hiss. Angie gives me her hand, supposedly for me to squeeze in order to ease the pain, and I do so. 

She pulls out her phone with her left hand and finds Taeyong-hyung's number, which he previously gave her in case she needed to call him. Taeyong-hyung answers after a whole minute and she shakily speaks into the phone, elucidating what had happened and asking him what she should do.

"I need to get you into bed, Taeyong will be coming soon."

I stop whimpering for a second. "Okay... but you need to call him Oppa though."

"Lol, no."

"Oh." 

We arrive at the dorms and Angie pays for the ride before gently grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the car. The aching had worsened throughout the ride as I had sat in an uncomfortable position, and I end up limping to the dorm. With her size being comparingly smaller to mine, I look at her in pity as she struggles to help me up the stairs, but does it successfully. She leads me to my bed and I lie down, cursing under my breath as my vision goes hazy from all the tears. 

She takes my huge hands and holds it with her own, her feather-like skin and soothing voice calming me down just a bit. We sit in a comfortable silence, and the only sounds were of me quietly sniffling and her whispering, telling me that I'd be okay. 

The silence is interrupted when someone barges into the dorm, and I hear at least three different voices, one of them calling out to me. 

"He's here!" Angie answers for me, knowing that my mellow voice would not be enough to travel through the room. 

Taeyong-hyung storms in, his facial expressions a mix of anger and worry. 

"You left the house didn't you?" He interrogates.

"Maybe." I avoid his strong gaze. 

"Even when I told you not to? Jaemin, you're supposed to be taking rest, not walking around!" He flings his arms into the air as an act of frustration, and I see Angie holding a look of guilt on her face. Taeyong-hyung notices it and reassures her that it's not her fault. Even I forgot that I wasn't supposed to be walking around. I let my boredom take over my common sense. 

Jaehyun and Taeil-hyung walk into the room, both helping me out of my clothes and changing into comfortable ones, as they set up the room and my bed in preparation for me to stay in it for...how long? 

Angela's POV

"Angela, from now on you won't just have to accompany him, but you'll have to take care of him too. I want Jaemin strictly in bed for at least a week. The only time he's allowed to get up is for bathroom breaks. Will you be able to do it?" 

I nod assuringly, although I'm not so experienced in taking care of sick or injured people, but how hard can it be? 

"And don't forget to keep him busy, you don't want to listen to him groan all day. Trust me, it gets annoying after a while. And I don't even stay in this dorm!" He chuckles. Right. Each sub-unit stays in different dorms. 

And I'll be stuck in NCT Dream's. With the Na Jaemin.