[CURRENTLY RE-WRITING] Agent Of Hope || A Jung Hoseok Angel AU Fanfic

1. Last Chance

The sound of something heavy being slammed down onto a hard surface echoed throughout the vast expanse of the shining white room.

"Just how do you think you're going to explain this?" A sharp voice cut through the silence like a hot knife slicing through butter.

The voice belonged to a tall and beautiful lady who sat in a large white chair behind a very long white rectangular table full of very, very tall stacks of documents. At the edge of the table in front of her stood a sign with the name 'ANGELA' engraved onto it.

Angela's skin was the colour of granulated coffee beans, but on her cheekbones and at the very top of her forehead her skin was a shimmery silver colour, as if it was sprinkled with glitter or tiny shards of glass. Her eyes were a silvery hue of grey-blue, and her long silver hair was platted into many small braids each of which was tied by a golden metallic hoop. She was wearing a tunic with only one thick strap while the other shoulder was completely bare, a golden metallic belt wrapped around her waist and matching golden stilettos shinning on her feet.

"Agent J," Angela called, her silvery eyes staring down intensely at a figure standing a few metres away from her desk. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"All I have to say is that I don't get why I've been called back here today," The figure answered, their voice smooth and deep, somewhat calming the tense atmosphere of the room.

This voice belonged to the so-called Agent J – the figure who stood at the foot of the small set of stairs leading up to Angela's desk, gazing up at her with a bored expression on his face. He was a man of average height who was definitely of no competition to Angela even without her stilettos on. His confident aura, however, made him appear to be taller and stronger.

Agent J was very handsome, every aspect of his face seeming to have been carved by the Creator himself. He had a sharp jawline, defined cheekbones, full lips and a pair of glittering silver eyes. Despite their cold metallic colour, his eyes held brightness and warmth. His hair was a slight mess, the wavy silver strands parted in the middle, some strands of his hair curving over his forehead and falling over his eyes. His attire consisted of a simple white suit and a pair of surprisingly clean white shoes. In addition to this outfit, on the thumb of his right hand sat a large silver ring, an image of a set of wings sitting inside of a triangle engraved onto it.

Angela tutted at his response and picked up the small brown leather-bound notebook lying on her desk in front of her where she had previously thrown it. She opened it and pointedly flicked through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Clearing her throat, she shot Agent J a look before beginning to read.

"Park Areum. Human. Original death date, 12th of March, 2087. New death date, 8th of June, 2019." Angela paused her reading, her cold eyes moving over to regard Agent J once again. After a moment of silence, she said, "The reason for her extremely early death was never found. Care to explain this?"

"She was causing problems for us," Agent J responded casually, "So I took care of it."

"And who, may I ask, gave you permission to do so?" Angela asked, her tone dropping a few degrees in warmth as her eyes narrowed.

"I don't need anyone's permission to do my job."

"Agent J," Angela breathed his name through her teeth, a wave of hot air rushing past the male whose name she uttered. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried to compose herself, cooling down both her temper and the temperature of the room gradually.  "You are not in a position at the moment to be able to simply give yourself permission to do something like this—something unacceptable for your kind."