The grey, cloudy sky is lit up by a silver sparkle. 

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You are walking home from your bus stop where you got dropped off from school. Your house is a long drive from the city. It stands far from the road, hidden in the trees, so if you blink while driving by you can easily miss it. 

The weather is nasty and cold. The dark, heavy clouds hang low above the earth with a promise of showers. You pull up the rim of your coat to protect yourself from the icy wind.

Thunder rumbles above you. You look up at the grey sky and... that's when you see it.

A glow. 

It almost looks like a star - small and bright, but just how brightly would it need to shine for its light to be seen through the clouds at daytime?

No, it can't be a star.. but what then?

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Maybe it's a meteorite, or an alien spaceship that is here to take over the world?

The sky gem begins growing in size, as it slides downwards. 

It's falling, you realize, towards you. 

Should you run, or try to take cover? Your feet seem to be glued in place.

As it grows bigger, you begin making out the shape of a winged creature.

A bird!

Its white wings are illuminated by the sun in such a way that makes it seem like they're glowing. It must be huge for it to be seen from so far away.

The poor creature plummets towards the ground, landing in the trees not far from your house. You run in that direction, not knowing what to expect. 

When you arrive at the spot, you notice the damaged tree crowns that softened the bird's fall. A path of broken branches leads towards the ground; to a place behind a wide oak. The tip of a white wing is visible from behind the tree, and white feathers are scattered all around it. You pick one up.

It is so purely white that it literally glows, much like the blinding rays of the sun when they're reflected by freshly fallen snow. 

What kind of bird is this?

You slowly approach the tree, making sure not to make any noise as you walk the forest floor, more curious than ever, and look at what lies behind it.

To your surprise, it's not a bird at all; it's a boy.

Your jaw drops.

He has his eyes closed, unconscious, yet his plump, pink lips are slightly parted - in a peaceful way. His straight, brown hair falls over his face in a messy, but hot way, and his fair skin is cleaner than your search history. You have never seen a guy - or a girl - this gorgeous in your long years of existence on this planet. 

Your shock would've stopped there, if not for the fact that a pair of wings are growing out of the boy's back. You crouch down to ensure that your eyes aren't fooling you. 

His white shirt has two tears on the back; the perfect size and shape for the two extra members. The feathers near his skin are smaller, and look softer, like fuzz, but grow in size deeper down the wing, some being as long as your forearm. 

Some of the feathers are smeared in crimson red. 

Blood.

There's some on his face and clothes too. 

You almost choke when a thought suddenly comes to you.

What if he's...

Hesitantly, you lower your head towards him. He looks so pure and innocent, you're afraid to touch him. Like he might dissolve. 

Finally, you decide to take the risk, and gently put your ear to his chest. You feel warm flesh and muscle, and you immediately know he's not as vulnerable as you might think. To your relief, you hear the chiming of his heart, and feel his hard with muscle chest rise and fall against you. 

You sigh and are about to pull away, when your world is suddenly flipped upside down. The next thing you know, the boy is on top of you, very much conscious, pinning your arms to the ground. He looks flustered, and his deep, dark eyes sparkle with anger. His lips that you admired so much earlier are now pulled into a light scowl. 

He begins urgently saying something in a language you do not understand. He sounds angry. The boy exclaims something loudly, and squeezes your arms further to the point where it actually begins to hurt. 

Behind him, two massive wings bring down masses of air with his every sentence. You're terrified. This is how a mouse must feel when an eagle closes his talons around it. 

The boy stops speaking abruptly and looks at you with questioning eyes, as if waiting for an answer; his white wings hovering above.

You are confused and scared, and don't know what to do. You begin muttering something incomprehensible, "I-I-don't-know...don't-know-anything. P-please... I-just-saw-a-bird, and... I-didn't-mean-no-harm... Im-sorry,"

"English?" he says all of a sudden, and you nod, even more confused.

"P-please don't hurt me," you say in a voice weaker than intended. 

There seems to be some kind of calculation happening behind his eyes. He releases your arms and sits cross-legged a couple of feet away while massaging the temple of his head as if getting a headache. 

You finally sit up, rubbing your arms there where he held them with his deadly grip. 

"So," he begins, "you're mortal?"

You stare at him as if he suddenly grew two heads. 

"A human?" He corrects himself. 

"I-I guess," you say, dropping a glance at the pair of wings that are resting behind his back. This sort of question should not have been much of a surprise. "And... you aren't?" You ask, even if you know what the answer will be. 

The boy cocks his head, as if amused by this, "Who do you think I am?"

The white feathered wings, his inhuman beauty, the way he fell from the sky; the answer has been on the tip of your tongue all along, but you dared not say, or think it.

"You're an angel," the word lingers in the air, as if saying it confirmed his whole existence. 

The boy gives you a knowing smile, "My name is Beomgyu." 

Beomgyu, what a pretty name for an angel.

Angel.

Just thinking the word seems strange. 

Beomgyu looks at you as if awaiting something.

Oh right, "My name is Y/N." You find that your name sounds so distasteful next to his. 

"Y/N is a pretty name," he says to your surprise. 

Why are you suddenly blushing? It's not like getting a compliment from a flawless, gorgeous immortal being is a big deal.

Pffft.

"Why...why are you down here, and not..." you motion towards the sky. 

His face drops, and you regret ever having asked; ever having made this beautiful creature frown. It hurts you deeply.

"The reason I'm down here doesn't matter," he speaks with a slight accent that you find very charming, "the important thing is that I need to go back, but..."

Beomgyu motions towards his right wing; to a spot where there is the most blood, and feathers are sticking out under an unnatural angle.

"Is it broken?" You ask, worried.

"I don't believe so, but..." he looks at you, "Y/N, can you perform the first aid?"

You take a second to escape the spell of his unearthly beautiful eyes, "Y-es-yeah I can do that!"

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"Does this hurt?" You ask.

"No," answers Beomgyu through greeted teeth, but you see him suppressing a wince.

You try to go a bit lighter with the disinfectant.

You have treated wounds countless times, but treating an angel's wing? That is a first! After contemplating on how to best approach this, you finally decide to disinfect it first.

Next come the bandages. You apply them carefully around the wing.

"All done," you announce after securing the last of the bandages in place with medical tape. "Should I treat your other wounds too?"

Beomgyu nods slowly.

You proceed with the deep cut on his right shoulder, following the same steps - clean, bandage, secure.

You roll up his sleeve to get better access of the wound. You hold his arm in place with your left, and apply disinfectant with your right.

When the liquid comes into touch with the open wound it fizzes, and Beomgyu flinches and tries to pull his arm away. As he does, you feel his bicep flex against your hand. Only now you realize how well built he is, and how soft and hot his skin feels against yours.

You quickly jerk your hand away and hide it beneath your other arm by tugging it under your armpit like a semi crossed arms pose.

A blush spreads upon your cheeks, and you try to keep your face down, hoping Beomgyu won't notice.

To your horror, he smiles and says, "You missed one," and you are forced to look up to see where he's pointing; his face. There are a few small cuts on it that could require some cleaning.

"R-right.."

You wet a cotton swab in the disinfectant, and pat the cuts on his face with it.

"Ahh."

"What? What, does it hurt?"

"No," Beomgyu gives you puppy eyes, "it's cold!"

"Oh, you'll live!" You tell him and proceed with the task.

Your faces are so close, you can feel his hot breaths. When you're done treating him you look up, just to realize that he's already looking at you.

His gaze drops down to your lips, and your blush deepens. He must have noticed because a mischievous smile tugs at his lips.

You panic and hide your face in your hands. You hear Beomgyu chuckle.

"Thank you," he tells you suddenly.

"It's no problem," you say through your hands, "really."

There's a pause. As if he's reluctant to say his next phrase.

"I-I'll be on my way then," he says at last.

You come out of your hiding spot to look at him, "you're leaving?"

"I don't have a choice."

He looks truly sorry.

"Will-will you come visit sometime?" You wonder.

That's when Beomgyu gives you his warmest smile yet. It makes you feel all warm and cozy inside!

"I'll be back. I promise." He holds out his pinky finger.

You intertwine it with yours.

"I'll be waiting," you respond, "promise."

That's when Beomgyu does something you never expected him to.

He leans in, inching your faces closer, then places a gentle kiss on your cheek. For a moment, his soft as clouds lips connect with your skin. You wish you could freeze time to make this magical moment last forever!

Even after he pulls away, the ghostly presence of his lips lingers there for another moment.

"Goodbye, Y/N," says Beomgyu.

On each side of him spreads a mighty wing. They lift above him before he brings them down with such force that he's lifted into the sky.

He majestically rises towards the clouds, until he's nothing but a shimmering spot. The spot becomes a dot, and then disappears completely, leaving you standing there shocked, and slightly dumbfounded, but also hopeful.

Because you know that he'll be back.

He promised.

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