Imagine for dolmoxoxo, miniaturemax
"What drink would you like, Y/N?" You heard your friend ask as you slid into the bar stool next to her. It was a Saturday night and she'd insisted on going out, making the excuse that the both of you 'hadn't gone out in a while'. She'd dragged you out to her favourite club in town saying it would be 'fun'.
"I'll just have a Cola," You answer as you tried to pull down your short dress as you felt it slowly riding up. If you were being honest with yourself you weren't feeling up to this tonight, you'd much prefer to be cuddled up on the sofa with your movie sets and a bowl of popcorn.
"C'mon, Y/N! It wouldn't be as much fun if you don't have something alcoholic," Your friend said and turned towards the bartender. She said her order to him and then leaned in to whisper in his ear. He smiled, nodding quickly before going into one of the mini fridges and grabbing a bottle to which he placed in front of you.
"What is it?" You looked between your friend and the bartender.
"She told me not to say," He grabbed one of the towels and slung it over his shoulder and sauntered over to another costumer.
"Just drink it, you'll like it I swear," She places her right hand over her heart.
"Fine. But, I'll kill you if it kills me," You lifted the bottle to your lips before gulping the contents. Your tried to do it quickly so that you could avoid the bitter taste, however, you felt it burn your throat instead. You slammed the bottle onto the bar top and immediately brought your hand to your mouth and coughed violently into it.
Once you were done with your coughing fit you glared at your friend questioningly, "What the hell was in that?" You rubbed your neck affectionately wondering if you'll ever recover.
Your friend sipped her drink before answering, "Something with the word 'hell' in it, I can't remember exactly..." She made a thinking face, but you knew that she knew but wasn't going to tell you anytime soon, "Anyway, did you like it?"
"No," You stated bluntly.
"Well, on that note I'm going to dance. Want to join?" She held her hands out for you to take but you ignored them.
"I don't dance," You say and she drops her hands.
"Fine. But you're missing out."
"Not really," You finalised and she sighed before making her way towards the dance floor. Knowing your friend, you knew it wouldn't take long for her to warm up to the dance floor and have many guys all over her.
You watched as your thoughts became true as at least three guys swarmed around her, trying to get as close as possible. You turned around disgusted and took another sip of your drink, feeling it once again burn your insides.
As you coughed from the sensation you noticed someone sitting at the other end of the bar. There was a boy around your age.
The first thing you noticed was his angelic face, and when you said 'angelic' you meant 'angelic'. The only thing keeping you from thinking he was an Angel was the fact that he was dressed all in black.
He wore black ripped jeans and a baggy jumper that only stopped a little before his knees. He was sitting hunched in the bar stool and was swirling his bottle, of what looked like, beer. He looked glum as he stared at the bottle intently.
The bartender walked up to the boy and you could just make out what he said, "Would you like to order something else? You've been swirling that glass around for almost and hour now."
"I'm fine," He said quietly, not looking at the bartender.
"You sure, man?," The bartender pushed, "I can get you some more beer-"
"I would have asked if I wanted something," His voice wasn't loud, but low and deadly.
You couldn't help but stare at the situation unraveling in front of you. The angelic boy pushed his empty bottle towards the bartender and lifted his eyes.
You felt yourself take in a quick breath without realising. The boy had red eyes. You rubbed your eyes quickly and blinked. When you looked back at the boy his eyes were back to the normal colour of dark brown. Shocked you looked at the bartender to see his reaction, however, he was walking away as if nothing had happened. Maybe there was something in that drink that your friend wasn't telling you about.
You glanced at the boy to only see him looking at you. He stared at you innocently for what seemed like forever. Time froze around you and you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from his. He blinked and the trance ended.
You were going to talk to him when he suddenly slid out from his bar stole. He started walking towards the entrance of the club, pulling his hood over his head.
You felt captivated by the boy and found yourself following him. You watched as he walked out into the cold dark night.
Without thinking you opened the door, the breeze making you shiver and clutch your bag closer to yourself. You looked side to side but the boy had disappeared. Strange.
Without thinking you started walking down the street. After a couple of minutes, still without seeing any sight of the boy, you found yourself in an alleyway. You knew you should turn around but you felt compelled.
When you were about halfway through the alleyway you saw three men walking your way. Your initial thought was to turn back, but looking behind you saw another two men.
Panic soon set in as you tried to find an escape root. Finding none, the men came closer. Close enough that you could hear them talking.
"Look who we have here," One of them nudges the other and they sneer.
They stop around you, encircling you. There was no way your were going escape now.
A tall man walks towards you. In the street light you could see he was around his mid twenties and was starting to become bald around the edges... Unfortunate for that age. He was heavily built, securing the fact that any chance of escape was impossible.
"Hello, darling," He was so close that you could smell the alcohol radiating off him, "You looking good tonight."
Without much thought you took a step back, however, he grabbed your hand and pulled you against him. His arms wrapped around you as you struggled to get free.
"Get off me." You yelled at him, but he got you in a vice.
"Darling, it would be a lot easier if you stayed still," His hands started to travel from your waist to somewhere a bit lower making you push against his chest in distress.
You stopped your attempts at trying to get free when you heard a crash by the side of you.
One of the men surrounding you was in a heap by some of the trash cans lining the alley. The man's hands that were holding you loosened and you broke free. You ran outside the group. The men not noticing as the wondered what happened.
"Hey, Gary! Stop playing around-"
What happened next left you shocked. One by one all the men flew to the ground, leaving the man that was initially holding you still standing.
Your eyes searched around the area for the cause and you locked eyes with two glowing red spots in the shadows. The same glowing red as the boys eyes were earlier.
"Man, I'm sorry. It was just some fun. We weren't going to hurt her-"
As if on cue the angelic boy from earlier walked out from the shadows, his eyes glowing red. This time you were sure it wasn't the alcohol.
"That's what they all say." He said lowly. He glanced at you and then back at the man. "Don't touch her again, got it? She's mine."
The man backed away from the scene without a word. Almost as if he was compelled just like you.
"Hello."
Fixated on the man walking away, you jumped when the boy appeared next to you.
"H-hello," You backed away clutching your bag.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. My name's Minghao," The boy held his hands out trying for peace.
"But, your eyes..." You pointed, "How'd you do that...? Did you teleport...? What's going on?" You managed to get out.
"I didn't want us to meet like this," He started walking and once again you felt compelled to walk with him.
"You say that like you know me?" Fear laced your heart, but it excited you in a way.
"I do. You're Y/N." He stated and glanced at you. His big eyes still glowing red.
"How...?"
"Let's talk somewhere a little more comfortable," He said and before you knew it you felt a gust of wind, strong enough to make you close your eyes and a pair of arms around your waist.
When you opened your eyes you were inside your house.
To say you didn't know what to say was an understatement, "Good thing you said we needed to talk because I have no idea what's going on here."
The boy laughed, his voice as angelic as his face. You sat on one of your sofas and he joined you, sitting opposite.
"What do you think I am?" He placed his hands on his knees.
"Human...?" When he didn't reply you started again, "Obviously not... A guardian angel? I mean you protected me back there, and you have the face of an angel..."
"I guess I do look like Angel, but I'm not." He grasped the back of his neck, "I'm a Fallen Angel."
"A Fallen Angel-? Wait, doesn't that mean you're a bad guy?" You scouted back into the sofa.
"Maybe. But, every Fallen Angel was once a Guardian Angel." He grasped his hands together almost looking worried. Maybe he was worried that you won't believe him.
"Wait- I don't understand how this connects with me?" The boy looked eyes with you.
"You don't? Well, I am - was - your Guardian Angel."
Out of all things that has happened to you in your lifetime, this is weirdest thing yet.
"You?" You ask and you couldn't help but blush. This angelic looking boy had been looking after you all your life. You felt great gratitude towards him.
He nodded, staring at you intently. He looked like he was going to say something, but it looked like he decided against it as he shut his mouth and stood up.
"Anyway, it's nice to meet you," He walked towards the door and you stared dumbfounded.
"That's it?" You stood up and followed him, "You can't drop that on me and just leave."
"What do you want to know?" Minghao glanced at the small distance between you two.
"Why? Why did you fall from heaven?" You stared into his eyes and he stared back, his eyes no longer glowing red.
"Because I fell for you."