Short stories

Do Angels Really Exist? (PJM of BTS)

In theory, being a guardian angel was the best job among angels. You didn't have to console the despondent or people who couldn't accept their death. But your job came with strict rules. If any rule were to be violated, you were to be stripped of your wings. Living immortally among humans, but disgraced among angels.

Rule 1. You must watch over your assignment from date assigned until their death unless reassignment occurs.

You are called down to the agency after a week of rest. After endless years of the job, the fact that your last assignment had recently passed just left a numb feeling in your heart. You couldn't even remember when your first job.

You enter your boss' office.

"Hey, you ready for your new assignment?" Jeonghan asks you with a bright smile.

"Sure, Jeonghan. Description first. Name after. The usual drill," you say with a small smile.

"I know, I'm your supervisor. I know everyone's personal preference," he smoothly answers you back. "So, your new assignment is a male. He's 16. His former guardian angel had to be reassigned due to some unfortunate circumstances. He lives in Busan and is too nice for his own good. His name is Park Jimin."

Rule 2. For efficiency sake, you are to blend into the human world once assigned and naturally integrate yourself into their life.

The following evening, you travel down to the human world, naturally integrating yourself into a family. What pained you the most was that you would have to erase your face from the memory of the family you reside with.

You go to school as the new girl the next day.

"Class, we have a new student today," your teacher announces, capturing the entire class's attention. "Please introduce yourself."

Rule 3. Never give away your real name.

"Uh, hello. My name's Jang Mina," you introduce and bow to the class.

The girls all glare at you, which you're used to. "Perks" of being an angel, you have flawless looks.

"You may sit next to Park Jimin. Jimin, raise your hand," she continues.

The glares intensify as you make your way next to your seatmate. Luckily for you, he is your assignment, so no need to hunt him down later.

You carefully sink down into the seat next to him.

He turns and faces you with the brightest smile you've ever seen. So bright that it takes your breath away.

"Hey, I'm Jimin. I hope we become good friends!"

Two weeks later, you two are the best of friends. Always hanging out with each other, never seeming to be separated.

There are five minutes left before you would head to lunch and you have your notebook open, trying to go over the notes for the next test.

"Hey, where do you disappear to when we have lunch?" Jimin asks you curiously, doodling in the margins of your notes.

Rule 4. Never reveal anything that could give your identity away.

"Me? I go to the art room. I'm not quite fond of eating," you answer quietly.

You feel guilty for lying. You actually leave to go up to heaven and return before the bell rings.

"Why? Not eating is not healthy," Jimin worries.

Because I don't have to eat to survive is on the tip of your tongue, but you bite back from vocalizing those words.