"Are you completely and utterly sure that you're going to be fine for a few hours on your own whilst I go to my classes?" Yeseul asked for the nth time that morning, her eyes set upon Jeongin.

"I told you, I'll be fine," The boy whined. "I don't need a babysitter, and I won't touch your things without permission, obviously,"

The Jeon girl looked suspiciously at the angel. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but the mere fear of what could happen if Cha Iseul came into her apartment and saw the boy.

She was sure that hell would take over.

"I'm not going to leave you here on your own," Yeseul finally decided. "Up you get, there's someone who can take care of you whilst I'm gone,"

"Are you going to get me a babysitter?"

...

"You've taken me here?"

Jeongin's tone was that of horror as he stared, dumbfounded, at his new babysitter for the day. 

"Yeseul," He tried. "Please, anywhere but here, I promise I'll stay at home and be good, just not here!"

"Why not?" The female questioned, confused. "Minho oppa will be very pleased to have company,"

"Yes, just not me,"

"Yeseul? Is that you?"

A figure emerged from the back of the store, a boy with his sleeves rolled up, orange hair suiting him quite nicely as he eyed the girl.

"I thought you had classes - oh, who's this?" 

Minho's eyes finally fell upon the angel besides Yeseul, a flash in his pupils as a small smirk crept upon his face. 

"Oppa, this is Yang Jeongin, a... friend," The Jeon girl introduced. "He's staying with me for a while, but I was hoping that you could take care of him for a bit, just while I'm having classes. He'll be no trouble at all, I promise,"

"Of course, Yeseul," Lee Minho snickered slightly at the fuming expression on the Yang boy's face. "I don't have any problem with that. You can go, I'm sure we're going to have lots of fun, right?"

"Of course," Jeongin answered through gritted teeth. "Lots of fun,"

...

The second that the bell rung, indicating that Jeon Yeseul had left the shop, Jeongin's hands reached for the older boy's throat, more specifically, his collar. 

"What are you doing here?" He demanded, his onyx eyes glowing furiously. "Why are you on Earth?"

"I was bored," The older seemed unfazed at the angel's actions, a taunting glimmer in his own eyes. "Besides, humans are so fun to play with, you won't believe how entertaining it is,"

"How do you know Yeseul?"

"She comes to my shop all the time," Minho grinned. "We're such good friends, y'know? In fact, we're very close,"

A strange feeling was bubbling in Jeongin's stomach but the boy ignored it, paying more attention to the situation at hand.

"Does she know?" It was Minho's turn to ask the questions. "Does she know that you're her guardian angel?"

"I introduced myself last night," The Yang boy replied. "Does she know about you and your - real occupation?"

The Lee boy shook his head. "I never intended for her to find out, but with yours and the others' arrival, I think she'll discover it in little time,"

Jeongin stopped. "The others?"

"You didn't hear?" Minho chuckled. "It's not just you whose been sent down. Oh, Earth's going to be having a party,"

The older boy's casual expression shifted. "Look, I don't like it as much as you, but if we're all going to be here, then we might as well work together? Deal?"

With a final, suspecting look, Jeongin released Minho's collar, and extended a hand which he shook. "Deal,"

"Also," The Yang boy leaned forward. "You don't happen to know Cha Iseul, do you?"

"Yeseul's boyfriend?" The one with orange hair spoke, a frown forming. "Eurgh, I despise him. He's so awful to her, but I can't even curse him. What a shame,"

"Yes, well, we're going to have to have some words,"

...

"Breaking and entering is the act of entering a residence or other enclosed property through the slightest amount of force without authority,"

As the professor dragged on, Yeseul's mind was filled with her guardian angel, most likely to be still whining about his residence with Minho.

"If there is an intent to commit crime, then it is burgalary,"

But I don't even know how he got in my house, and it's not burglary if he didn't steal anything.

Yeseul huffed as she scribbled on her notebook.

Yang Jeongin had better answer her questions, otherwise he would be living in hell.