"Who are you?" I ask as I tilt my head, gazing at his handsome, surreal features.
"I'm Jung Hoseok. Your guardian angel." He replies, smiling brightly.
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THE NEXT DAY . . .
Mira's POV
After I finish my assignment, meant for homework, I close my laptop and glance at Hoseok who's gazing at me with a bright smile. My cheeks turn pink and I put my laptop away on my desk.
Suddenly, a question arises in my mind. He told me he wasn't born an angel. Was he human before?
"Hoseok, can I ask you something?" I question, facing him.
He glances at me and nods. "Of course. Ask away."
"How exactly did you become an angel?" I ask again.
His expression changes. All of a sudden he looks taken aback by my question. "Umm..."
"I'm sorry for asking that. I'm just curious, that's all." I say, realising the question I asked which made him uncomfortable.
He smiles and shakes his head. "No no, it's fine. You have every right to ask. I'm your guardian angel anyway, so of course you'd be curious."
I smile at him and silently listen.
He takes a deep breath and exhales it out before explaining. "I lived a very tough and difficult life. Let's just say I've been through betrayal, abandonment and deceit."
My heart sinks upon hearing that. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean it's alright if you don't, I'd understand."
He shakes his head. "No, I need to tell you."
I gaze at him with worry. He exhales then continues. "I used to be very suicidal. After one of my best friends left for America, everything changed. Majorly and drastically."
Listening silently, he fiddles with his fingers clearly looking uneasy.
"I was abandoned at a very young age. 7 years of age, you could say. My father was never around anyway. The thing that hurt me the most and still does was that my own mother abandoned me. At a funfair." He explains as his voice gradually turns quiet.
A tear rolls down his cheek and he immediately wipes it away.
"To be honest, my six best friends were the closest thing I ever had to a family. Actually they are my family." He continues, smiling softly to himself.
I nod. "You must have loved them so much."
He chuckles. "I adored them."
Then his smile falls, his expression displaying as if he's just remembered something. "But..."
