Infallible (Stray Kids x Reader Angel AU)

Your Shadow

Word count: 1096

Chapter warnings: Mild language

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Y/N's eyelids fluttered open, revealing the pale color of the ceiling reflecting the late morning sunlight. She heard the birds outside, taking a deep breath and letting her vision adjust. She had slept like a baby, not interrupted once. She arched her back, stretching satisfyingly and shivering as she felt around for the blanket. Where was it?

Unable to get a hold on it, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and glancing around to find where it was likely scrunched up at her feet. Looking down, she realized that the bed was made beneath her, explaining why she couldn't grab the blanket- she hadn't been underneath it to begin with. But... she could have sworn she crawled under the covers like she always did before she went to bed. And... this wasn't her comforter.

Eyes shooting up, she quickly understood that she wasn't in her bedroom. The bed she was on had a black cover, and red pillowcases, with similarly colored sheets peeking out from beneath. The bed frame was a minimalistic black as well. She ceiling and walls were white, with completely black furniture covering the room. It was altogether minimalistic, made up of a few shelves, a sitting area with a table and a few chairs, a desk, various lamps and books, and the door to a closet. As her eyes slid around the room and back to the end of the bed, she screamed.

"Shh." The man said, leaning forward from his strange squatting position on the bed frame to brush a fingertip lightly over her lips. "Don't be so loud. He'll get annoyed." He had appeared out of nowhere, completely escaping her peripheral vision until the last second. As her heart rate came down from its high, she realized that he was vaguely familiar looking. It was Jeongin. From the rooftop the night before.

"W-where are we?"

"Here." Wow, that was helpful. Jumping out of the bed, she straightened out her pajamas, face slightly heated, both out of nervousness and embarrassment. Jeongin watched her curiously as she reached for the door handle, looking both ways out of the hallway.

"Where are you going?" He asked, following her as she turned and walked down the hallway.

"I'm leaving." She said.

"You can't."

"Well, I am. I need to find Felix, he's going to be worried. He's already so worked up about this whole 'guardian angel' thing. And he and Bang Chan are working on some plans, plans to protect me from you crazies."

"No, I mean you physically can't. There are no doors."

"Th- there-" she started, looking around. "That can't be right, stop being ridiculous." Turning down a different hallway, she walked into another bedroom on accident. Spinning back around out of it, she tried a different hall.

"I'm telling you, it's pointless." He said, still idly following her around, sneakers squeaking against the tile in between the padding of her bare feet. "There's a lot of stuff that we don't have here. Like bathrooms. Or a kitchen."

"You don't... eat?? Or..."

"We definitely don't need bathrooms. We can eat for fun, I guess, but we generally don't. Some stuff tastes good. I like noodles." He said, thinking. "We don't sleep, either. That's why the other angels left you alone last night. They didn't need to sleep."

"Wait," she asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't need to sleep, why are there so many bedrooms? This entire house is like, entertainment, sitting rooms, hallways, and bedrooms."

"The bedrooms aren't for sleeping." He said dully. "There are some particular human activities that angels do actually enjoy." It took her a second to get what he was saying. When she finally realized, she shook her head, face heating up.

"Ugh, gross."

"What is it that you people are always saying? It's natural?"

"It doesn't matter! My point is that there should be doors."

"There are doors," he amended. "Just not ones you can get through. They're for angels."

"Well, let me out then."

"No." She didn't know what answer she was expecting. They had brought her here for a reason, so they wouldn't be keen on just letting her walk out the door.

"Fine." Marching down the hall, she began searching for a way to break out. Unfortunately, that was a little difficult with Jeongin just... following her around. After a few minutes, it began to get really old.

"That leads to the closet." He pointed out as she began to open another door.

"Could you go away?" She asked, annoyance evident in her tone.

"No. Seungmin told me to keep an eye on you, and he's busy."

"Fuck you." She muttered under her breath.

"I can turn invisible, if you want." He offered, fading from her vision in the blink of an eye. His voice, shifting locations as he presumably walked around her, "Of course, I'll still be here, but if it makes you more comfortable-"

"No!" She said, running her hands over her forehead. This was getting more and more exasperating. "Just- ugh!" She sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting across from her.

"What do you think!?" She yelled, leaning against her own knees. "I wanna go home. I want to forget angels are even real and go back to my old life."

"I thought you didn't like your old life." He asked. "Weren't you trying to kill yourself?" Before she could answer, he said, "You know that was because of the angel mixup, right? Humans without guardian angels... It doesn't end well. I'm surprised you made it this long. It makes sense why Seungmin wants you."

"Wants me?" She asked, diverting tracks from her own temper tantrum to his comment. "Wants me for what?"

"It's hard to explain." He said. "We're trying to get back into heaven."

"He said that already." She mumbled in exasperation. "How am I supposed to help anyone get into heaven. I didn't even know heaven existed yesterday. Or what it entails. Or even who any of you people really are."

"Look, he'll explain when he wants to."

"So, you just answer to him?" She asked, "Like, take orders?"

"Not exactly. I just do what he says because I want to. We have free will, you know. So do you."

"Then... can I use my free will to leave?" The corners of his mouth just barely upturned for the first time since she'd awaken to his face. It wasn't easy to amuse him, that was for sure, But this was just barely a smile. Progress, at least.

"No."