Angel's Kisses

>intro pt.1

Petit, is what God deems Jaemin when he speaks to him. Petit and weak, and it's almost mocking. No, it is mocking, to Jaemin, who has no other purpose in life than to abide God's orders, than to live with the cards he's being dealt. The shitty cards, at that.

Jaemin doesn't understand why, he doesn't understand why despite being a loyal follower, despite abiding all His orders, despite remaining the embodiment of purity his entire, eternal, life, he's God's least favourite.

He does well. He lives a prosper life. He has morals and keeps his purity.

Even after all that, he doesn't know why he's spending Christmas all alone.

It's beautiful out here, to say the least, with the snow falling outside the window and the tree Jaemin had put up for himself glowing bright. He's not in Heaven right now, seeing as he hasn't been called in for ant duties or meetings. Unfortunately though, all his other friends have been.

He shouldn't be surprised, they're always seemingly so busy on the days Jaemin has alone to himself. And he knows it's God's doing. He's been living like this, ever since he's stepped foot into Heaven as an angel. He never does complain about it to God though, and never talks about it when he's in Heaven.

But there's no denying it. God plays favourites, and His least favourite is Jaemin.

He guesses it could be worse though. Seeing as, well, he could be dead. He's rather grateful that he isn't. Living, despite not being able to be seen by the human population, is still better than whatever the afterlife could've been. Despite being a creature of the afterlife, neither angels nor demons are aware of what happens in the afterlife. That information lays with God, Satan, and the grim reapers.

So he sits here, by the open fire, curled up on the couch, as he watches the snow fall outside. With hot chocolate in one hand and a book in the other, Jaemin gets to busying himself alone once more.