c h a p t e r 7

d i s t r a c t i o n

"So you're telling me that the Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook were your masters for 5 hours?!" Darcie swirls around in the dorm in her white two-piece pajamas, still freaking out about the story that Chi told her a few days ago now.

"Girl, that's actually quite kinky I'd say."
She winks in Chi's direction making her grab the nearest pillow and throw it at the still-twirling angel on the floor, who turns around with a surprised expression followed by narrowed eyes.

"Ew Darcie, that's gross!" Chi whines in her bed, burrowing herself inside her duvet. Darcie giggles out loud, watching how the ball of ice-blond hair disappear as Chi sinks into the sheets.

"You're lucky, that's for sure. My teacher to learn fighting was Chanwoon."

Chi raise her eyebrows questioning to who this person is, watching how Darcie sighs out loud as she starts to change into her white gown, their uniform practically.

"Chanwoon is 64 years old. . ." The girl pouts before laughing alongside Chi who's a chuckling mess on the bed. Chi then grabs the heavy book next to her and stand up, gliding across the light oak-wood floor before passing the dark-haired girl who's still looking at herself in the mirror, eyes furrowed as she studies her reflection.

"We look the same every day in case you haven't noticed." Chi whispers mockingly as she pass her, poking her finger in her side making the other squeal in return.

Grabbing the door, Chi smoothly make a right turn to follow the long dorm-hallway, but she's stopped abruptly as a hard figure clashes with her smaller frame.

"Shit—"

Dropping to the floor, Chi hastily pick up her book, dusting it off neatly before glancing upwards at what she bumped into.

"I'm sorry—" They both say at the same time, Chi nibbles on her bottom lip, embarrassment settling in as she studies the man in front of her.

Long legs followed by a broad and muscular upper body — the beautifully carved facial structure, the small smiling wrinkles in the corner of his chocolate brown eyes making Chi loosen her focus for a swift minute. The way his dark brown hair is styled, some of the strands falling down elegantly in his face. His eyes twinkles with humility as he takes a small step ahead of the gazing girl.

"My apologies. Did you get hurt?" He talks again — an urbane, calm tone it. His voice reminds her of a burning fireplace, the small cracks from the fire catching the woods giving this reassuring feeling through the body, the warmth surrounding you like a blanket.

"I'm okay, don't worry. Are you alright. . .?" Chi sends him a tight lipped smile, her sentence trailing off in an unspoken question, her eyes curious to whom she's talking to.

"I'm perfectly fine now. And I'm Park Seo-joon." His warm voice flows so calmly, while he stretches out his hand for Chi to grab. His smile is boyish, the cute smiling wrinkles around his eyes enough to make Chi smile herself.

Chi parts her lips unconsciously, her own hand reaching out to shake his.

"I'm Lee Chi-Sun. Nice to meet you Seo-joon."

"Likewise—"

Their handshake abruptly cut off, Chi jumps in surprise as the door to Darcie's door swings open, revealing her friend fully ready — a red lip-tint on her plump lips that's shaped into a circle as she spots Chi and Seo-joon outside her door.

"Oh— good morning Seo-joon!" She bows politely at the male, pink shades filling up the top of her cheeks.

"Good morning Darcie." He nods thankfully at her, his eyes glancing at Chi-Sun swiftly, noticing how she's also looking at him from the corner of her eye.

Pursing her lips Darcie observes the slightly bizarre meeting outside her door before wanting to break the somehow awkward silence that's between the three of them.

"Are we supposed to bring our notes in today's Healing Class?"

Seo-joon raises his eyebrows in surprise at Darcie's question, putting his focus back on her before sending a fond smile, nodding slowly.

"Yes, please do so. We'll use them as our sources also."

Chi furrow her brows slightly, confusion painting her delicate features as the realization strikes her. Seo-joon is one of the teaching angels. Putting her gaze elsewhere, she's surprised at the kind meeting they just had, considering that the teaching angels always had this somehow arrogant aura to them. They knew they were better than the other angels.
At least according to themselves.

"Well. . . I better get going or else I'll miss both breakfast and my class." Seo-joon excuse himself, before nodding politely at the two pretty women in front of him.

Continuing his way forward in the small hallway he can't help himself from turning around, glancing back at Chi, who to his surprise, glances back at him as well. Smiling shyly at her, he shakes his head before turning around the corner.

Walking ahead, Chi can't help the small smile spreading on her face — this was certainly a good way to start the morning.
A nudge in her side from a sharp elbow makes her dart her eyes up to her friend who's looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Heaven to Chi? Are you not fully awake?" Darcie chirps, strutting happily next to her.

"Was that your teacher?" Chi asks casually, removing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yep. Healing Class teacher. Lucky me, huh?"

"Lucky you indeed. . . He seemed really nice."

Darcie has a knowing smirk on her face, leaning closer to Chi putting a hand to her mouth as she whispers.

"Older men are so attractive, don't you think?"

Chi shrugs her shoulders carelessly, her head tilting to the side as she pictures the mature face of Seo-joon in front of her again, his smooth voice, those gorgeous eyes.

"Yeah, some are attractive. How old is he?" Chi looks at Darcie awaiting her answer, as they walk into the enormous dining hall.

"I believe he's 31. So not that old. I'd do him any day. . ."

Chi slaps her friend playfully on her lower arm, her widened eyes judging her.

"Like you wouldn't do the same, Chi." Darcie winks at her, before loosing the grip on her arm and run towards the buffet table, her hasty steps already at the stack of blueberry pancakes  as Chi watches from the stairs.

While in the corner of the room where 7 black angels is already eating their breakfast, one of them has their gaze pinned to the girl on the stairs, watching how her eyes glistens with affection towards her friend.

"Dude, stop staring. It's creepy." Yoongi says sternly without even looking at Jin, who hastily takes his stare to his plate once more, grabbing a strawberry, leading it to his lips.

"I wasn't staring." Jin mumbles to himself aggravated, noticing the small scoff that leaves Yoongi's mouth.

"She seems so familiar. . . I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before." Hobi says pinching the bridge of his nose in deep thought. Jimin turns his head at the spoken words, realizing he's not the only one who's had that thought.

"Finish eating so we can get on our mission, yeah?" Jin stands up from his seat, swallowing thickly as he turns around and leave the table, his jaw clenched.

"Isn't she the one. . ." Hobi keeps mumbling to himself, his eyes pinned to the ice-blonde girl, picturing her in various scenarios, digging in the back of his mind as he take in her beauty.
And that's when he realizes.

"I knew it."

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