The Angel's Touch | jhs.pjm

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"Affection is like bread,
unnoticed till we starve,
and then we dream of it,
and sing of it, and paint
it, when every urchin in
the street has more than
he can eat."
- Emily Dickinson

January 2, 2019
Park Jimin's Residence
2:40am

Jung Hoseok's Point of View

I blankly look at the phone in my hand as I gently close the door behind me. This item wasn't here when I got here a while ago.

"Or maybe I just wasn't aware," I thought to myself as I look at the screen, "It's like his phone."

I inspect it a bit before eventually pressing the green button and putting the phone closer to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hoseok! I'm glad that you got to know how this invention works. It's hard for me to use," a familiar voice resonates through the phone speakers.

"I remember using this before, so it's mostly muscle memory," I reply, "You're able to use this in Heaven?"

"Hm, just for the meantime," He replies.

"I called because I wanted to check in with you, how are you doing Hoseok?" He asks, "Is everything going well so far?"

"I'm alright, thank you for worrying about me," I smile, "And yes, everything is going well so far."

He hums, "I hope you're feeling comfortable."

"I am. Thank you for choosing me for this mission," I say in a whisper, being cautious of how loud that I was speaking.

"Well, I trust you, Hoseok. I need to go now, I'll contact you again soon."

"Alright, I am hoping to hear more from you soon!" I end the call and put the phone back in my pocket before I open the door to Jimin's room.

January 3, 2019
Park Jimin's Residence
8:30am

Park Jimin's Point of View

I open my eyes and sit myself up on the bed to stretch my worn out arms for having to lay on my side for the whole night.

While the aftermath of having to sleep on my side is uncomfortable, I got to relax. It has been a while since I last had a good night sleep as the nightmares that I kept on having for the past few years tormented me. Not to mention that I also suffered with grief.

I hear the door knob click and I quickly turn my head to look at the person that's about to walk in.

"Good morning Jimin," he says with a big heart-shaped smile, "You're finally awake!"

"Good morning," I reply with a faint smile.

Now that I have seen him in a better light, he has delicate features that mesh well together. His diamond face shape gives a cute focus to his defined cheekbones, sharp jawline, upturned nose, and heart-shaped lips. As if he isn't beautiful enough, God still gave him a pair of almond eyes that turn into crescent moons when he smiles. He shines; his beauty is the type to make your heart bloom with admiration.

I feel jealous of his beauty, but blessed at the same time.

I cough, I probably stared at him for too long. I quickly grab my blanket to cover up my pink-stained cheeks, "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," he replies, "Thank you for letting me stay over."

"No problem," I say as I slowly remove the blanket, "What are you doing this early in the morning?"

He puts his hand on his neck, "I made some breakfast for us to enjoy. It's my way of saying thank you. Would you like to join me?"

I nod as I give him a small smile, "I would love to."

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"So, how is it?" He questions, looking at me anxiously as I bite on the cooked bacon.

I give him an honest thumbs up, "It's good."

"Thank God," he sighs in relief and patiently waits for the coffee to finish brewing by the kitchen counter, "I was afraid that I ruined it."

"Aren't you going to eat with me?"

"When this finishes, I'll join you," he says and gets a cup out from one of the dish racks , "Do you want a cup of coffee?"

I shake my head, "I'm okay, thank you."

He then takes the carafe and carefully pours the hot beverage in the cup, "Isn't coffee kind of bitter?"

I nod, "It will taste unpleasant, unless you put some milk and sugar in it."

He forms an 'o' with his mouth and proceeds to look for the items that I had mentioned.

"Is it your first time drinking coffee?" I ask while I stand up to get some water.

"It is, I just drink water most of the time," he replies, bumping his head on one of the drawers.

I purse my lips to stop myself from laughing, "Are you alright?"

He massages the sore spot and nods, "Yes, thank you."

I smile to myself, "This is definitely an eventful morning."