His Guardian Angel | BTS Taekook

6 | Look Here

| V's POV |

The creases in the boy's forehead finally faded, the tension in his brows unknotting as he fell into a deep slumber. I smiled lightly, knowing that he had finally gotten a well-deserved rest after a long day.

It was strange, though. Jungkook looked young and far too innocent to be a person on the wrong track. Surely, a young, harmless boy like him couldn't have done much wrong?

So, then, why would heaven assign me to him?

Pursing my lips, I examined his features with curiosity. Though his face was now bruised, slightly red and swollen from... earlier, I could tell that his features were still attractive, for a human, anyway. He had the soft, sweet features of a kind boy.

I gently grasped at his brown hair, patting his head gently. It was strange, but I didn't dare touch anywhere else. The boy seemed strange... fragile. As though he would collapse anytime soon. Even his hair felt brittle, uncared for and rough. 

The deep, purple bags under his eyes showed his lack of sleep and the way his skin glowed a sickly pale yellow under the dim lighting was obviously not a good sign either. I furrowed my brows, biting my lip. What on earth happened to this boy?

I needed more information from Jin.

I got up from the bed carefully, not wanting to wake Jungkook up. I looked at him one last time. Would he remember me tomorrow? Would he remember our brief conversation? Questions danced around in my mind, but I shook my head.

It wasn't important right now. He'd get to know me eventually, anyway.

By now, the house was silent. The long conversation going on downstairs had finally ended, with Y/N returning to her room, closing her door quietly with a click, and Jungkook's father following not long after. 

Spreading my wings wide, I prepared to take flight out of his window when I heard a soft grunt coming from Jungkook. Turning my head in his direction, I was surprised to see that his features now were contorted in pain.

Panicking, I flew back over to his side in a heartbeat. He whimpered in his uneasy sleep, tossing and turning. I pinned him down on the bed with my left arm against his chest, feeling his quick and unsteady heartbeat.

Expertedly, I raised my other hand over his forehead, swiping it over in a slow motion, a white light coming from the small distance between his head and my hand. I gasped as suddenly a clear vision appeared before my eyes, clear as day.

It wasn't like I had fallen into a trance, or was having a dream of my own. It was more like I was digging up a memory of mine; I could still see Jungkook's face from my vision, but at the same time, I could look into his mind.

In the vision, I watched as a group of cruel-looking men walked closer and closer over to Jungkook. I stood in the corner of this nightmare, watching with a horrified expression. With an angry burn in my chest, I realized it was the group of men from earlier. They drew nearer and nearer, insane smiles on their faces while they laughed maniacally.

Jungkook's breaths became more and more rapid with every step they took, in real life and in his dream. "Jungkook!" I cried out to him. But he didn't react to my voice, eyes only on the men nearing him. "Jungkook!" I tried again, this time spreading my wings and flying towards him.

I came to a stop in front of him and waved my arms in his face. But surprisingly, he still gave me no reaction, eyes still focused on the men behind us. His gaze was fixed in my direction, but he wasn't looking directly at me.

I tried cupping his face with my hand to get his attention, but instead was astonished when my fingers went through his face. My fingers became phantom once I touched him, like I was made of nothing but air.