Angel's Kisses

>one

"Do we have to go to Heaven today?"

"Yeah, for a bit," Chenle answers, fluffing his honey chestnut hair up. He always does this: dresses himself up before going to Heaven. Jaemin thinks Chenle thinks he doesn't know why, but he has an idea as towards why.

There's an angel who comes in from California, someone who's always piqued Chenle's interest. It's been around two hundred years since Chenle had first laid eyes on him, and the only thing he's managed to gather so far was his name.

His name is Jisung, and he's been living in California for the past one hundred and ninety years. Ever since he's been an angel, basically. They see each other every time they go to Heaven, seeing as that's the only time they'd get to be together. Jaemin has an inkling about Jisung liking Chenle, but that is, at the end of the day, just an inkling. He just thinks they're cute together, stealing glances when they think the other isn't looking during meetings, and holding hands while biding their farewells.

"You look fine," Jaemin sighs, watching Chenle fumble with either rolling his sleeves up or leaving them down. He thinks it's cute how much Chenle cares, but it also isn't that necessary. "Keep them rolled down."

"Shut up," Chenle huffs, keeping his sleeves rolled down nonetheless. He finally turns around to look at Jaemin instead of looking at his reflection in the mirror, and he instantly frowns when his eyes land on Jaemin. "Why are your wings crooked?"

Making a noise of confusion at Chenle's words, Jaemin looks to both of his shoulders, seeing that for sure, his left wing is at a lower level compared to his right wing.

He sighs, somewhat frustrated. This wouldn't be the first time his wings are... Lopsided, seeing as it happens quite frequently when he has to make a trip to Heaven.

It's a symbol of how you keep yourself, a sign of how much or little you have together once you enter Heaven. Jaemin has seen a lot of angels who've had hangovers enter Heaven with their lopsided wings, but that figures, given their activities the night previous. But Jaemin, who literally does nothing with his life except watch over the people he's assigned to, has his wings crooked fifty percent of the time he has to show his face in Heaven. And it isn't his doing. Chenle knows that much, but still asks because he doesn't want to assume. 

"I don't know," Jaemin groans, looking at his reflection frustratedly. "Let's just go, okay?"

"Sorry for bringing it up—"

"Don't be. It's whatever."

Chenle and Jaemin silently make their way over to the large bookshelf in Jaemin's living room, the passageway to enter into Heaven.

"Two hundred years later, and I still think it's weird how Heaven is behind your bookshelf," Chenle mutters, nonetheless following behind Jaemin when the latter pushes open the right side of the bookshelf, seeing the pure whiteness of their other realm appearing.

"Heaven's behind some curtains you have in your closet," Jaemin argues. "Bookshelves are cooler."

Once they've both entered Heaven, Chenle immediately sees Jisung, who's already waving enthusiastically to them from a few yards away.

"Come on, the assignments are going to be handed out soon," Chenle urges, grabbing Jaemin's wrist as if the elder doesn't see Jisung waiting for them in the direction Chenle is leading them. Jaemin thinks Chenle thinks he's stupid, but he won't say anything in order to save Chenle face.

"Chenle hyung, Jaemin hyung!" Jisung greets, hugging Jaemin first so that he can hug Chenle longer without it being awkward or noticeable. "Guess what?"