Fallen Angel | k.sj

Chapter 1

D-2 is coming for me y'all what the heck I'm dying it's so amazing. My favs have to be People, Burn It, Strange, and Daechwita but this entire album owns me tbh

Cheonsa POV

I awoke with a start. Sweat rolled down my forehead as my eyes focused on the unfamiliar area.

"Where am I? Who am I?" I asked.

My head was swimming, trying to piece together memories I wasn't even sure I had.

But there was nothing. Just this gaping hole, devoid of any memory or knowledge.

I could only hear one-word ringing in my head.

Cheonsa(Angel)

"Is that my name?"

Without any other information, I decided to go with that. I was Cheonsa.

I sat up slowly, trying to gather my bearings.

I was on a bench of some kind, in some park.

That when I noticed there were a few other things with me. There was a birth certificate next to my head as well as a cell phone, a wallet, and a notebook.

"What the hell is going on?" I groaned.

I picked up the birth certificate and analyzed it.

Hwang Cheonsa
March 23, 1996
Seoul, South Korea

That was all the information I needed.

I was Hwang Cheonsa, age twenty-four, born in Seoul.

According to the birth certificate, I had been put up for adoption but was never adopted. So when I turned eighteen, I just left on my own.

The next thing I looked at was the phone.

There were no contacts in my phone except for someone named Chief Gu.

I tried searching through the phone for any more information, but there was nothing.

The next item was the wallet.

I was shocked when I opened the wallet to see a police badge call out.

"No way. I'm a cop?"

The badge glimmered in the moonlight, indeed revealing that I was an officer. This was also confirmed by an ID card with my name and picture.

"This is too freaky," I sighed.

In the wallet were a few credit cards that were issued in my name and a wad of cash.

"I'm surprised no one tried to rob me with the amount of cash I have here," I sighed.

The last thing I checked was the notebook.

There was only one thing written in the notebook. It was an address.

With no other information, it was pretty clear what I had to do.

I got up, staggering slightly as if I had forgotten how to walk, and stumbled to the main road to flag down a cab.

After a short ride, the driver pulled up in front of a quaint and peaceful looking house.

I quickly paid and thanked the driver before getting out of the cab.

I stared in awe at my house, "I live here?"

And then I realized something rather important. When I woke up, there were no keys around!

I approached the door, surprised to find that it was unlocked.

"Oh hell no," I sighed.

I warily took a step inside, carefully scanning the shadows for any potential burglars or demons.

I turned on the lights, defensively checking if anyone was around.

Once I had confirmed there was no stranger in my house, I let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on my couch.

"So let me get this straight. I wake up on a bench with no memory except for a name. And then certain items like a birth certificate, phone, wallet, and a notebook are given to me? And to top it off, I have a house that's unlocked, with the keys sitting on the kitchen counter. What the hell is happening?" I sighed.

Suddenly my phone pinged with a notification.

Reminder
Meeting w/ Chief Gu @ 8 a.m.

The time on my phone read that it was midnight.

"Maybe if I go to this I can figure some things out," I sighed.

So I picked myself off of the couch and dragged myself to my bedroom. I quickly washed up and changed into pajamas that were apparently mine.

I laid in my bed when I felt something wet on my cheek. Tears.

I was so confused and conflicted. I had no idea who I was and what my life was. My memories were nonexistent and to top it off, I had this very painful feeling of longing in my heart. Like I had left someone.

And so I ended up crying myself to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be clearer.

The next morning, I was up early to shower and eat breakfast.

After spending some time exploring my closet and getting familiar with all the clothes I apparently owned, I found an outfit that I knew would make an impression.

Nothing screams, 'ready to kick butt,' like a bomber jacket.

I picked up my keys and swung them around my finger.

"Let's see, maybe I have a car too," I hummed.

Sure enough, when I clicked the clicker on the keys, a car on the street beeped.

Bingo.

I got into my ride, gently petting the leather. I must admit, I must've been pretty great to afford such a nice house and car.

It then dawned on me that I might've forgotten how to drive a car.

I cursed under my breath, unsure of what to do.

"Okay let me try. Maybe I'll have muscle memory or something," I sighed.

Sure enough, despite having no memory of learning how to drive, I managed to get it started and started driving off towards the address of the station.

What adventures were awaiting me, I didn't know. But I knew that the only lead I had on my memories was this job.

And so, with big strides, I entered the station.