Angel || Jeongchan / HIATUS

⊰᯽⊱ prank ⊰᯽⊱ *

"He made photos of you in the changing room, and published them, claiming it was you posting them, and making it look like you were looking for a sexual partner? And he also gave away your phone number?"

"Exactly."

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Actually, Jeongin was quite a normal student. He wasn't particularly unpopular or popular, just average. His grades were good, as expected from a hardworking student, that also went out with his friends from time to time.
One thing that was different though, was his cuteness. Noone could really deny, that he was cute - and actually his braces didn't help to make the effect vanish. He simply had a undeniably cute aura.
This was also the reason why there were a few girls and even boys in school, that liked him. Of course not everyone. Tastes are different after all.
But his reputation of an average student vanished over night, as someone of his class had taken pictures of him. Of course Jeongin smiled to the camera, not knowing what was about to be done.
The next day he came to school, he wondered, where his friends were, but he didn't really think of anything bad. His soul was pure after all.
But when he arrived at the school gates, he noticed students whispering when he came around, looking at him weirdly and also pointing at him, leaving the young boy confused.
Was there something wrong with his outfit? Were his wings accidentally showing? He checked. Nope.
Maybe he had something in his face?
Now he went to the bathroom, obviously a bit insecure, as he didn't know what was going on.
The other boy in the toilet refused to look at him, and just left after he was done, which wasn't particularly uncommon anyways.
What was wrong with them? Had Jeongin done wrong, without knowing?
Oh, dear god, please forgive him, for whatever he did wrong.
Nothing was on his face, he noticed while checking himself in the mirror. His hair also was done.
What was wrong today?
Then, he heard his phone vibrating—he forgot to put it on mute.
Already on the edge of crying, he wasn't a crybaby to be fair, but this situation left him quite confused and feeling helpless—he opened the chat with his best friend Seungmin. Well, ex best friend was more accurate, after reading his message.

Seungminnie💕🌼
Hey, sorry, but I guess
it's not a good idea if we
remain friends.
8:36am

Tap to open the link
8:36am

Slowly, Jeongin clicked the link. And was shook on what he was seeing.
It was a picture of him, half naked (he was changing into his sports clothing after all).
Underneath they wrote something.

Look at this cutie. Wanna fuck him?
It's for free ;)

Call me: xx xxx-xxx-xxxx

~ Yang Jeongin😘

Jeongin stared at his phone, eventually dropping it in disbelief, his eyes wide open, his legs being shaky. What had he done to deserve this?
Why did he have to do his job down here? Couldn't he just stay in the safer place for him, his home?
Eventually his legs gave in, Jeongin dropping on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks.

It wasn't until the first class ended, that he was able to get up again, though still shaky, but he was standing, and the flow of tears had stopped, the salty water now having soaked his sleeves.
He looked horrible with those puffy red eyes. Yet, he knew he didn't have any other choice, than talking to Chan, the head of the student council.
Actually, Jeongin wasn't allowed to talk to Chan, but right now, Chan was the only person that maybe could help him out of this situation. On his way, meeting the student council president, he thought a lot about it. But his ruined reputation might be worse, facing he'd be an easy target for anyone, than if he talked to the human he is destined to protect 'till death.
Also.. Who said that they'd have to stay in contact after the problem was solved? Jeongin could just continue to his normal life, without having to talk to Chan after this, so he'd be good, probably.

Then, Jeongin arrived at the student council and slowly knocked, waiting to be let in. Then he heard the "come in", from the other side of the door, and slowly stepped into the room.
"Uh- uhm.. Hey..", the younger quietly stuttered, before he closed the door and looked at Chan, who was looking at him as well, furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes telling that he was thinking, before setting up a warming smile and telling Jeongin to sit down.

"What's on your mind, hm?", he straightforwardly asked in a soft tone, before the student council president heard the other sniffling. The tears were dried, but it always took a while for one to adjust that it wasn't crying time anymore.

Quietly Chan handed him a box of tissues. It took a few seconds, just filled with Jeongin's dry sobs, before he started to tell the whole story as he had experienced it, to the the human.
It was filled with stutters, and pauses, as Jeongin thought about how to properly phrase it now. But at the end, Chan was flabbergasted.

I mean, as the student council president, he had been aware of the bad things that happened at school, but this.. Was some other league, that he never would have imagined to happen there.

Slowly the younger one was pulled into a hug. Only one thing mattered to the human right now: he wanted to repair Jeongins reputation, fix his currently broken mental state. And let this be gone out of the internet, though that might be difficult to do.

Also, he'd have the culprits expelled for their behaviour, as it wasn't something one should just get away with. Chan wasn't a very suspicious person, and trusted easily, though he couldn't be described as naive either. He simply just knew, that breakdowns were very hard to fake.

I'll help you, no matter what.

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Okay, so idk how long this will carry on, but I'll give my best to end this fanfiction without leaving broken hearts ;;

Honestly I feel so goddamn sorry for Jeongin rn ;;

To lighten up your mood a little after this heartbreak ;;

Btw. The next chapter will be more out of Chan's view, yet idk how long it'll turn out. (I wanted to show the day from Chan's perspective as well ;;)

Until the next chapter ;; 💞

* Edited chapter