The impromptu diaspora of the angels would surely make it into the history books. A freak accident that forcibly ejected lower-level angels to different areas on Earth, sending Heaven into chaos and the underlings left scared and confused. They were likely still investigating the cause, or so Soobin hoped. He was a very young angel, just days old, and he hadn't even received his first mission yet, nor has he been assigned an Earthling to guide.
He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, small shivers running through his body as his boots made soft indents in the snow, knocking on one firmly closed door, then the next, then the next. His feet began to drag as his breathing grew heavy, his wet breath making clouds of white in the frosty air. He had been on Earth for a day and seven hours, and he had immediately put himself to use the way he knew best (or at all): by performing acts of kindness for others. Just today he helped an old woman carry her groceries, stilled and comforted an errant cart horse for its distressed owner, and dusted a lonesome storefront. He tentatively hoped that by following his nature, Heaven would take him back.
Soobin sneezed, his whole body shaking with the motion.
But now it was getting dark as winter brought the sun to an early sleep, and the further he wandered from a village to another, the more fatigued he was getting. Even angels could become tired and want comfort, right? The stars were bright against the sapphire backdrop of the sky, and Soobin almost cried thinking of how much he missed home. He wanted somewhere warm and safe to sleep, quite desperately. The more he walked the more lost he seemed to get, the village looking now quite different from the way it was under daylight, the cobblestone streets twisting and turning like labyrinths. The cool golden glow peeking through the doors of the villagers were unfriendly and mocking now, not a single one having opened for Soobin though he could see their shadows inside, animated and happy without him.
He gave up. Falling to the ground in a heap, feeling the icky dampness of the snow creeping into his clothes, Soobin began to cry. It was useless anyway, they were all ignoring him on purpose.
Then, a door cracked open not so very far away, letting the welcoming trickle of warm light widen to a beam, spilling onto the ground in front of Soobin.
"Young one, what are you sitting on the ground crying for?" The man asked, stepping out into the night. He was very handsome, with a straight nose and plump lips, and his body was big and solid. His lips were quirked in a small, pitying smile, but it wasn't unfriendly. Soobin scrambled to get up, patting off the snow from his knees.
