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i blinked a few times.

clearly this is a joke.

“guardian angels aren't real.” i spat.
he did not smile. he did not even raise a brow.

“if they aren't, then tell me why you can see me clearly with your two eyes.”

my mouth hung open and i didn't even realize it. i shut my mouth immediately.
“wh-why..? how are you even real?”

hoseok, as he said was his name, cocked his head to the side.
“are you asking about my existence?”

i was taken aback by his question.
“if.. if you really are real, can i touch your wings?”

“no.” he said in a firm tone.
“a human being does not touch an angel's wings.”

i put my hand down.
“tell me why are you here and why can i see you or something.”

“i've been your guardian angel since you're a baby. you're a grown up now. you shouldn't be seeing me but your mind is a very creative dimension.”

i slowly raise a brow.
creative dimension?
my head is full of nothing but chaos.
“i don't understand you.”

his silver eyes looked at me in the eye.
“simply put, i am here to guard and guide you because of your very imaginative mind.”

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