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"Wooyoung, Can you please wait for me?"

The helper in question sighs before turning around and looking at his brother with displeasure. "For such a high ranking arch, I'd think you'd be able to keep up."

Jimin huffs as he stands next to his brother, the younger angel starting his brisk pace of walking again as they travel through the busy streets of Seoul.

For the past two weeks, Jimin has come with Wooyoung every single time he's sent to earth to pick up souls, and he only gets more agitated the more Jimin tries to tell him how to do his own job.

Every little thing he does, Jimin feels the need to comment or try and correct what Wooyoung does. And the helper is beyond tired.

While strolling down the street in search of lost souls, Wooyoung's sensors start to go into overdrive, and without telling Jimin where he's going, he runs.

"Wha- Wooyoung! You have to wait for me!" The helper can hear his brother calling after him, but Wooyoung brushes it aside, his legs carrying him to where he feels he's needed.

It takes him to a hospital, and he follows his senses all the way to a room on the top floor, where a elderly woman is having a sheet being placed over her face, as family surrounds her and weeps for her death.

Wooyoung stands off the side, and even know he knows they can't see or sense that he's there, he feels like he's intruding.

Once the room has emptied a bit, he walks over to the woman, and he reaches out his hand to touch her heart, and he gasp as he feels her soul travel through his body and store itself inside his wings as they flutter. He looks back to study the soul, and he smiles as he can replay the woman's life through her memories.

She's too pure for a demon to take her.

Wooyoung finally leaves the room, a final glance at the sobbing daughter crying over her mother's death, She's safe now. Maybe you'll see her one day.

As Wooyoung walks back into the street to look for his brother, he suddenly feels a strong uneasiness in his body.

Demon.
•••
Mingi groans as he stretches his arms above his head, his stroll around the mortal world boring so far. People are dying like they do everyday, but not at a rate where Mingi can get something done. Helper angels work fast, trying to get souls before someone like Mingi comes along and takes it. So as a Ligite, his job is kind of hard, especially on days like this. He can feel every time a mortal dies, and also every time a helper stores them in their wings. It's annoying, and Mingi has to bring back at least two or his reputation as the best damn soul collector will be in danger.

But Mingi feels as if he'll finally catch a break when something tells him to turn down a street to his left.

Mingi glances, and he's stunned by what he sees.

It's an angel, with the biggest wings he's ever seen in his life, and the most gorgeous face to match.

You must be god's favorite.

The angel is frozen, staring at Mingi as if he'd scream at any second. Even if he did, it'd be no use. No one else besides Mingi and the angel would be able to hear or see, unless there was someone else with the unnamed boy.

But he's alone, with a soul stored away in his wing.

"Well, this seems to be my lucky day." Mingi smirks as he goes to walk over to the angel.

"S-Stay back! Don't you dare come near me!" The angel starts to back away from Mingi, but this only drives the demon on more, walking closer and closer.

"And what if I didn't?"

Mingi goes to slip his arm around the angel's waist, but he's stopped in his tracks when a newcomer burst in front of him at the speed of light, and a spear is aimed straight at his heart.

"Don't you dare touch my brother you filthy demon or so help me, I'll send you back to hell myself." The new angel spits at Mingi with pure rage in his voice, and Mingi is stunned. He soon backs away, not wanting to pick a fight with someone holding a spear when he's defenseless.

Now that he looks at the two side by side, he sees many similarities between them. From the color of their eyes to the way they style their hair, it's obvious they're related. And it looks like Mingi's pissed off the protective big brother.

"Well, you're certainly a special one, aren't you? Having a personal guard dog."

The older angel snarled, shaving his spear into into Mingi's chest, a simple flick of his arm and he could stab it right through Mingi's heart.

"You need to leave. Get away from the both of us immediately."

Mingi sighed, clear disappointment written on his face and he backs away from the two angels.

"Fine then, I'll see you around doll face." Mingi grins as both angels blush, but Mingi directed it at the one with pretty wings.

•••

As Wooyoung and Jimin watch the demon disappear down the street, Jimin immediately turns around and pulls his younger brother into a hug.

"Oh my goodness- Wooyoung are you okay? I came just in time, he was about to touch you! Don't run away from me again or something like this could happen, and I won't get there in time to protect you!"

Wooyoung knows his brother isn't angry at him, he's simply making a scene to try and convince Wooyoung not to run away from him again.

But even so, the thought of seeing that demon again isn't a bad one.

Even as the two of them fly back up to heaven, the soul Wooyoung carries in his wings light and airy with purity, something tells Wooyoung this won't be the last time he'll see that unnamed demon.