Infallible (Stray Kids x Reader Angel AU)

End of the End

Word count: 1187

Chapter warnings: Mild language, intense themes, mention of suicide

[Please note: Do not kill yourself. If you need someone to speak to, you can call 800-273-8255. Help is available.]

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"Well..." She breathed in as she looked down over the city. "I guess it's come to this." The lights were gorgeous, and she watched entranced for a moment as they flickered in the urban environment around her. The air was clearer where she was standing, surprisingly, likely because she wasn't in the thick of civilization anymore. It felt nice to stand above it all. Although it was a bit chilly, she didn't mind. It's not like it was going to bother her for long.

As she surveyed the area, she found herself wondering why things couldn't be this beautiful down there. She had seen the filth of the city- of any city, or mankind as a whole, for that matter. Up close, it was disgusting, offering her no hope. There was dirt everywhere, the rich constantly spitting on the poor, insufferable on a good day and absolutely devastating on a worse one. Up here, though, everything was fine.

Maybe it was the people. Without the people, there would be no dirt, no problems. Although, without people, the lights she was so infatuated with would be gone as well. It was strange how the only natural light came from stars. It made her wish she was born on a star. It would be nicer, at least. And to be useful, to billions, trillions of life forms? Exquisite. She would have died and been reborn a star as many times as it would take if it meant she'd have meaning to one single person. Unfortunately, not everything has meaning. And it just so happened that Y/N was just... one of those people.

Thinking about the city, about the people, about how much pain and suffering and disgust they caused, she decided that it would be better for her to get rid of them. She wished the Earth would do so on its own, but the Earth had never done anything in accordance with her wishes before. Sometimes, she thought, people just have to take things into their own hands.

So now she was standing, leaning on the rail of the bridge, although not from the side it was intended. Her feet were mere inches from slipping, the concrete against the rubber soles of her shoes the only things between her and her fall. She admitted that she wasn't brave enough to force this upon herself. If she had wings, she'd never be able to complete the fall. Lucky for her, though, she had no such thing, and all it would take was a step.

She wasn't afraid of anything in particular. Death was better than whatever she was enduring now, and even if it hurt, it would go away shortly. She wasn't sure whether she'd land in the water or on the bank, but either would suffice. She just wanted to take a last second to look at the lights. Pretty, and even if they were the product of humanity, they were more peaceful. Breathing in again, she shrugged to herself.

"I guess I don't need a eulogy, no one's really here." She said with a bit of a laugh. "Um, let's see... Y/N, was a girl. She wasn't that bad, I guess. There were worse people." Already feeling dumb for trying to write herself a funeral, she gripped the railing, looking down. "Guess that's it. Might as well."

Unclenching her fingers from the guard behind her, and shifting her weight, she removed her foot from the edge and stepped forward into the air. It felt like when one walks down the stairs and assumes there's one less step than there actually is, or when you're lying in bed and jerk awake for no particular reason. Once her stomach got over the initial drop, though, it was sort of nice.

She wasn't looking down. She didn't want to- as much as she hated it, she knew she'd probably get scared. She just wanted to feel the breeze for these last few seconds. She felt it over her face and between her fingertips, kissing the tip of her nose as she rocketed towards the Earth. Then, there was pain.

It wasn't the pain of hitting the ground. It was a piercing, tight cinching at the waist, almost like a skirt that was too tight. Eyes shooting open, she saw her own arms and legs dangling underneath her, bathed in a soft, yellow light. She felt the unevenness of whatever was hindering her on her body, grazing her middle with small movements. Trying to turn over to see what it was, she heard a voice call out.

"Stop moving around, I'm gonna drop you-" It was this voice that caused her to realize that it was a person keeping her in midair. Had someone leaned over the bridge and caught her? That couldn't have been... she felt like she had been falling for a while. So how had he grabbed ahold of her? She felt a strong wind rush past her skin, much more forceful than before, as she saw herself lifted even further from the ground.

They were rising through the air, leaving the city far below them. She could just barely make out the tips of sleek, black shoes from her folded angle. Soon, they were floating above the clouds, rushing through the air like a jet. She felt her vision fading in and out as the oxygen thinned, as well as the blood rushing to her hands and feet- the lowest points of her body. Sensing her discomfort, the voice said,

"Sorry, we're almost there." Sure enough, they sank back through the clouds, landing on the roof of a semi-familiar building. It was flat, and covered in AC units. This must have been nearby to her place, if she remembered it so well. Breathing out heavily, he stood behind her crumpled frame, setting her down on the concrete of the roof.

"That was more difficult than I thought." He said. Confused and starting to become a bit frightened, she quickly turned, just barely seeing something yellow flash behind his back and disappear. The glow was gone now, as well. He wasn't abnormally tall, dressed in mostly black apart from his faded, red T-shirt. His hair fell slightly into his eyes, but not enough that she couldn't make out their dark, crystalline color. He had minimalistic silver jewelry and the same shiny shoes that she had seen in the air.

"Who? What- I-" She didn't even know what to say.

"Oh! Sorry. My name is Seungmin." He held out a hand for her to shake. Still on the ground, she had no means of taking it.

"...How?" She had hundreds of questions, but all of them were trying to leave her mouth at the same time. Leaning down to help her to her feet by grabbing her elbow, he shook her hand of his own volition. His skin was a weird combination of cold and hot... It was almost as if his skin was cold, but the inside was burning up... like the opposite of a shittily microwaved hot-pocket.

"Nice to meet you! I'm your guardian angel."