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Unforeseen

Guardian Angels are everywhere. They look out for their charges and keep a distance. But why? What happens when they get too close? The answer is love. And between an angel and a human, it is the most forbidden connection.

Genre: Angel!AU

Pairing: Jongin x Reader

Summary: To Jongin, you were just another human for him to watch over. But after a fateful encounter, you start to become something more.

A/N: And now the next part of the @wolveswithblackpearls angel series! And this one with a real life angel! This started off as one thing and ended up in a different direction. I hope it still flows right! (moodboard was made by the amazing Admin A!!)

Kyungsoo I Sehun I Baekhyun I Jongin I Chanyeol I Junmyeon

**

Bang!

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Bang!

You groaned and shoved yourself deeper into the corner of your couch.

No matter how nice it was to be able to afford an apartment on your own, the walls were thin, meaning you could hear everything and… well, the neighborhood wasn’t exactly the best either. There was a robbery just down the block the other night. The sirens and lights kept you up and you were completely exhausted, but you couldn’t move to a new place. Not until you could afford it and you had no idea when that would be.

Sighing to yourself, you turned the volume up on your TV to try and drown out the elephants living above you.

It was another Friday night in for you. Not feeling like doing anything, you wanted to simply relax and take in this alone time. All day at the doctor’s office you were surrounded by patients checking in, doctors needing medical files, and your coworkers constantly chatting about their much more exciting lives.

Sometime around eleven, your eyelids started to droop and the yawns were coming at quicker intervals. So, you listened to your body’s insistence and got ready for bed, pulling on an oversized t-shirt and brushing your teeth, perhaps a little too harshly given the little dots of blood mixed in with the toothpaste foam.

Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you tilted your head left and right, as if the different angles would somehow make the image better.

“Well, tomorrow’s another day.”

You flipped the bathroom light off and stumbled to the bed. With a flick of your wrist, you pulled back the covers and slipped into the comfort and safety that the blankets provided. At least until you had to get up again the next morning.

**

Jongin didn’t even try to fight the little grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He was currently leaned up against the wall opposite your bed, just making his rounds for night. He had it easy with you since you didn’t venture out. Keeping track of charges when they jumped from place to place, entertaining themselves with drinks and food until they’re stumbling in the streets at two am was exhausting. He didn’t judge;it just made his job more difficult.

Satisfied that you were safe for the night, Jongin disappeared to go check in on the others that currently occupied his list. It was quick work. No one seemed to be getting into much trouble so Jongin took the time to go for a walk in a nearby park.

It was a beautiful night. Not another soul was wandering around and the sky above was clear, allowing the tiny stars to make a rare appearance in the city sky. Jongin liked nights like this. He wasn’t rushing around trying to make sure nothing happened to his charges. Vacations weren’t exactly something angels were able to take, so stolen moments like this were the closest he’d get.

There were times that Jongin wished he’d been created as something else. Yes, being an angel had its small rewards, but day in and day out it was mostly the same. Angels had one duty and that’s all they could accomplish. He wasn’t free to go where he pleased or…. Oh, well. There wasn’t much he could do about his situation and –

Wait.

Jongin stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk, jaw hanging open.

What were you doing out of bed?

**

That was the worst possible way to wake up in the middle of the night. You wished that you were still fast asleep, away from the realities of this world.

After being awoken by the shrills of your cell phone, you sat up in bed while listening to your mother explain that your great-grandmother had had a bad fall and was now in the hospital. The doctor had said they didn’t think she would recover from her broken hip.

You were in a bit of a daze after that. Yes, you knew that your great-grandmother was well into her nineties, but she was still such a fixture in your life that the very idea of her no longer being around was devastating. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option, so you hoped that maybe a short walk would help clear your mind. Or at least exhaust you enough to go back to sleep.

The park was deserted when you reached the beginning of the path, which was both good and bad. You didn’t have to worry about single figures watching you and possibly attacking you for your (currently nonexistent, as it was back at the apartment) wallet, but you also had to be extra wary of someone hiding in the bushes, ready to take advantage of the lack of witnesses. This walk was incredibly stupid, but you couldn’t think of any other action that could help release this worried energy.

Barely five minutes into your walk, you came to a stop. A strange man was standing in the middle of the path, staring at you. One quick glance over your shoulder told you that no one else was around.

“Can I help you?” you asked a little acidly.

The man shook his head like he was coming out of a daydream. “Sorry. I… thought you were someone else.”

“You looked like you saw a ghost,” you chuckled. You shouldn’t be laughing right now. Your grandmother was coming to her last days and you were teasing a stranger. Maybe you just delirious.

“I thought so, just for a second,” the man smiled back.

But your own face fell. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” The man took a step towards you. His smile was gone now and his eyes were focused, reading in your features. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s f-” You deflated. Not even to a random person on the street could you lie and keep going.

“It helps to talk about it,” he suggested. He even turned his body, gesturing to the now clear path. “I’ve been told I have a good listening ear.”

But you didn’t take a step. You stared at him, your mind going back and forth. Was this a trap? Or was he being genuine? The answer seemed to be the latter, but you wondered if that was just his handsome face clouding your judgement. What kind of person just randomly offers to listen to your problems? “Who are you?”

The man shrugged. “Just another random park patron.” He smiled crookedly at you. “My name is Jongin.”

A soft name for a soft-seeming person. You held out your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Jongin. I’m (y/n).”

His hand was warm, like it’d been sitting in the sun for a long time. But that wasn’t possible. The sun had gone to bed hours ago.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” His smile glowed even in the darkness and it took your breath away. How could someone seem so approachable yet otherworldly? Who was this man?

Jongin nodded to the space behind him. “Want to go for a walk?”

You smiled back at him, feeling completely at ease in his presence. “Yeah. Sure.”

The two of you walked along the dimly lit path in silence. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, almost like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible next to your new found friend.

“I don’t want to push you,” Jongin said softly after a few minutes, “but do you want to talk about what brought you out here in the middle of the night?”

A burdened sigh escaped your lips. Were you really comfortable enough with him to jump right into parts of your life that may be better left alone? You were about to shake your head, but then you looked up into his big brown eyes that were so full of sincerity that saying “no” no longer seemed like an option.

Tearing your eyes away before you became too lost that thoughts become impossible to form, you gave in. “I got a call from my mom. My great-grandmother… she had a really bad fall. Broke her hip. They, um - the doctors don’t think she’ll recover from this.”

A hand encased your own, stopping you mid step. You looked over at Jongin, eyebrows pulled together.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

There was something about those two small words that brought the gravity of the situation down on your shoulders. Your vision blurred as your tear ducts jumped out of your control. Hot tears ran down both of your cheeks and you leaned your forehead against Jongin’s shoulder, sobbing.

**

At first, Jongin was frozen stiff as you cried into his chest. His hand was still holding yours. Should he let go? Should he pat your back? The answer never really came to him.

When he said he was sorry, he meant it. Seeing you so sad was affecting him in a strange way. He couldn’t really describe it. Almost like a pain in his chest. While keeping hold of your hand, he wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, pinning you against him. Your own hands came up and clutched his jacket from behind. The two of you stood there, unmoving and quiet, save for your sobs.

Soon your tears ran out. You uncurled your fingers from his clothes and took a step back.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out as you took a step back. Your eyes wandered down to your hand that was still captured in his.

Realizing that he hadn’t let go, Jongin cleared his throat and dropped your hand. “Don’t be. It seemed like you needed to let that out.”

You laughed humorlessly. Just once, perhaps as a way to keep the sadness at bay. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

Unsure of what else to do, Jongin scratched the back of his head and looked around aimlessly.

“I should probably head back home.”

Relief washed over Jongin. Yes. That’s a good idea. He should get you home where it was safe. “Can I walk you home?” he asked. “No one should really be walking around this time of night by themselves.”

“Weren’t you walking alone here?” You narrowed your eyes at him, but the right corner of your mouth was upturned slightly, telling him that you were being mildly playful.

“Ah, well, yes, but-” Jongin was floundering for an answer that didn’t involve the words “angel” and “heavenly being”.

You simply chuckled at his flustered state. “I know I would feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Thank you.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jongin nodded and let you lead the way.

Once again, you were quiet as he walked beside you. From the look of concentration on your face, you seemed to be deep in thought. What were you thinking about? Your great-grandmother? Your schedule for tomorrow?

Him, perhaps?

Jongin shook that train of thought away. Why would it matter if you were thinking about him? After tonight, you’d never see him again.

Arriving at your apartment after only a few minutes, you pulled your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your door. You turned to him after cracking the door open. “Thank you, again. For tonight. Not a lot of people would do that.”

“Well, I’m not like most people.” It almost felt like a confession. A very dangerous confession. But the laugh you gave off told him that you weren’t taking it seriously.

“Good night, Jongin.”

“Good night.”

**

Jongin should have left already. Really, he shouldn’t have come in the first place. But he felt you needed a supportive presence, even if you didn’t know he was physically here.

Something was definitely wrong with Jongin lately. Ever since that walk through the park, he’d found himself lingering around you no matter how quiet everything seemed. He was spending less and less time watching over his other charges, making sure that nothing bad happened to them. And he knew that was wrong. He knew he should be spreading his attention evenly, but something kept him around you.

When you received the call that you’d been dreading, he was there, invisible to you. He sat on the floor across from you while you cried into your knees. His fingers itched to reach out and comfort you, maybe pull you into his lap so you could cry into his chest, like that night in the park. He managed to control himself, however, and let you mourn on your own.

Now, he stood in the back of the black sea, letting the tiny raindrops fall on his shoulders. He didn’t bother to stay unseen, even taking the extra step to dress in black. With your attention on the casket and preacher, Jongin didn’t think you’d notice him anyway. He was safe back here, blending in where he shouldn’t even be.

At the end of the service, the crowd began to break up, some heading for their cars while others lingered to offer their condolences. Realizing it was time to go, Jongin started to walk away.

“Jongin?”

He stopped. Should he keep walking, pretending that he didn’t hear you? Vanish so you thought he was just a figment of your imagination?

His decision ended up being neither.

As you came closer, he had no control over his actions, turning back around to take you in.

Even in mourning clothes, you were making his chest feel funny. The red rims around your eyes and the tear tracks running down your cheeks did nothing to soften the ache. Really, they only made it worse.

“What are you doing here?” you asked softly. Your voice was hoarse from crying. Why did you have to sound like that? It made his urge to hold you close and take your pain away even stronger. He should leave. He really needed to leave.

“I saw the announcement in the newspaper,” he lied. The words tasted like acid in him mouth. Lying was not something that came easy to him nor did he like doing it.

“Oh,” you nodded. “Well, thank you for coming. You didn’t have to.”

Yes, he did. “I wanted to make sure that you were alright. I know this isn’t easy.” He’d witnessed too many similar goodbyes in his time. None of them felt as heavy as this, though.

“Why did you come here, Jongin?” you asked roughly.

Jongin was taken back by your sudden change in attitude towards him. “I told you-”

“No!” you snapped. “That just tells me how you came here. I need to know why. You randomly appeared in the park and then I never heard from you again. And all of a sudden, you’re here again. At her funeral. What are you, some kind of grim reaper?”

“What? No!” The accusation stung, taking him by complete surprise. He was supposed to protect you from death, not be the guide after it already happened. “I just-”

“Listen, Jongin,” you interrupted, not giving him a chance to come up with an explanation, “I appreciate you coming here, but I don’t need any more people who will just come in and out of my life. If you want to stay, then stay. If not, then, please, just don’t.” You walked away, leaving him open mouthed. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t come with something to say to stop you from leaving.

Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was the wake up call he needed to get his head back where it should be. He was an angel and you were a human. Whatever he was feeling, he shouldn’t be. It needed to be stopped, trampled, and forgotten.

“What the hell are you going here?”

Jongin jumped the newest voice to yell at him. Cringing, he turned around to face Junmyeon. “I was looking after a charge.” Not a lie this time. Not a whole lie, anyway.

“At a funeral?” Junmyeon scoffed. “You’ve been here for hours. Have you even bothered to check on your other charges?”

“I was just about to,” Jongin mumbled, keeping his gaze down at the ground like a scolded puppy.

“Well, don’t bother.” Junmyeon took a few steps forward, grabbing a hold of Jongin’s sleeve. “Yoon Jae is in the hospital.”

Before Jongin could react to the news, Junmyeon teleported the two of them out of the cemetery and into a hospital room. Yoon Jae, one of Jongin’s other charges, was lying in the bed, hooked up to an IV and several monitors. He was covered in bandages and a cast on his right arm.

Jongin stumbled back. “W-what happened?”

“Hit by a car at a crosswalk,” Junmyeon explained. His eyes were trained on the poor human who had to be in so much pain. And it was Jongin’s fault. “The sidewalk was overcrowded and he was shoved onto the street. Luckily, the car wasn’t going too fast, so he’ll live.” The older angel exhaled as he looked to Jongin. “Look. I know things like this happen sometimes and it’s out of our control. But this is something you could have prevented. I don’t understand what is going on with everyone lately. Duties are being neglected, charges are being ignored-”

“What are you talking about?” Jongin knew he was shirking on his own responsibilities, but were the others doing the same?

“Sehun and Chanyeol have been acting weird lately,” Junmyeon replied. “And Kyungsoo still hardly ever shows his face anymore. It’s like there’s something in the water. Or everyone simply enjoys stressing me out.”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Jongin said halfheartedly. “It’s not your job, remember?” There certainly was something going on lately. Maybe it was just boredom with their repetitive lives. Or maybe something else was occurring. Either way, they needed to be careful. And to start being angels again.

After Junmyeon teleported away, Jongin left the hospital through the front entrance, careful to keep his cover up to avoid any accidental run-ins. From what he overheard from the doctors, Yoon Jae would be fine to leave in a few days’ time. That didn’t ease his guilt, though.

He knew he should have never gone to that funeral. He knew. And yet, he did. And now, not only did you not care to see him, but he’d let another charge that he was supposed to be watching get hurt. The weight of it all was too much, so he leaned up against a wall to give himself a bit of rest. His thoughts were still centered on you when he slid down to the ground and hung his between his knees.

“Oh, my god!”

The high pitched squeal made Jongin’s head snap up. He was no longer out on the sidewalk near the hospital. Somehow, he’d teleported into your bedroom. How was that even possible? He’d never lost control like before.

“What are you doing in here!” you yelled.

Jongin scrambled over to you, covering your mouth so you didn’t cause your neighbors concern. “Sh, sh, sh.” That’s when he realized you were in nothing but a white towel. “Please, don’t yell.”

You shoved his hand away, hissing, “I asked you what you’re doing in my apartment!”

“I-I can explain!” Jongin was in full panic mode. How could he mess up this badly?

“That’s what I’m asking you to do!” you screeched.

“Right.” Jongin looked around as if the best lie would jump out at him. But you wouldn’t believe anything he could come with anyway. Might as well try the truth. “Well… I’m….”

“A stalker?” you finished for him.

“No!” Jongin ran a hand through his hair. This was much harder than he anticipated.

You clutched the top hem of your towel like it was a shield. Your eyes flickered over to your cell phone several times, but you never reached for it. “Then why do you keep popping up everywhere?”

Jongin took a deep breath. “Because… I’m an angel.”

You snorted. “Yeah, and I’m a werewolf.”

All panic was gone from Jongin. Irritation replaced it all. He was being honest and you were making a joke out of it. “I am! I’ll show you.” He held his hand out for you to take.

You glanced down at it with a skeptical look. “Show me what?”

“You have to take it,” he huffed.

“I’m in a towel.”

“Oh, ri-” You walked off before he could finish. Just a minute later, however, you came back fully dressed. Jongin’s hand was still hovering in the air and you took it with yours.

“Okay, fairy-man,” you sighed. “Show me that you’re not a stalker.”

“Angel,” he corrected through gritted teeth. With a quick yank of his arm, he pulled you in close until you collided with his chest. Then, before you could even blink, he teleported out of your room.

**

“Oh my god!” You clung to Jonign for dear life while the two of you hovered in the air above the city skyline. The jerk actually had the audacity to laugh at you. When you turned to glare at him, you gasped. You weren’t just hovering in the air by magic. Two giant white wings were keeping you afloat, flapping at a rhythmic speed.

Scooping up your legs so he was now holding you bridal style, Jongin soared through the air, weaving in and out of the buildings with perfect precision. Your heart was pounding in your chest thanks to your fear of heights, so you squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face in Jongin’s neck, just waiting for it to be over.

Eventually, the ride came to an end. You felt Jongin land on solid ground again, giving you the go ahead to open your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked sincerely.

You nodded shakily. “Yeah, I’m fine. Heights and I just… don’t get along very well.” Realizing that he was still holding you in his arms, you slowly set yourself down. He’d landed on the roof of some business downtown, not easing your anxiety in the slightest. You looked up at him. Suddenly his face made a lot sense. “So, you really are an angel?”

He nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“Did you suddenly appear because of my great-grandmother?” you asked thickly. If he was an angel, maybe he was an angel of death. “Is that why you’ve been around? Was it supposed to be some sort of warning?”

“No, no!” Jongin’s face pinched up, almost as if he was in pain. “I’m not that kind of angel. I can’t predict the future like that. I’m simply the kind that watches over humans and tries to prevent things like that.”

“So, a guardian angel?” you guessed.

“Yes.”

You pointed to yourself. “Mine?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

But that didn’t quite make you as elated as it should have. “So, did you just feel sorry for me? I mean, guardian angels aren’t really supposed to be seen, right? So, when I got the call about my grandmother, you just felt bad for me?”

“That night in the park was just an accident,” he insisted. “Ever since I was assigned to watch over you, I’ve stayed invisible. But that time, I must have been distracted. I’m not really sure what made you see me. I do know that, after that night, I started watching over you more. You see, there aren’t enough angels to only watch one person. I have other charges, too. But I started giving more of my attention to you.”

That slight confession had you taken aback. What was so special about you that he would neglect the others? Out loud, you asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. “I can’t pinpoint it. I just… didn’t want to leave you.”

“Maybe it was me,” you joked half-heartedly. “All I could think about was the stranger I met in the park. Maybe you were drawn to my constant thoughts.”

He blinked, taking in your embarrassing admittance. “You thought about me?”

“Yeah, I mean-” you bit your tongue. You didn’t want to accidentally reveal more. Like how you’d regretted taking your anger out at him after the funeral. How your heart fluttered when he held you as you cried. Too many embarrassing things happened internally whenever he was around, just like now.

“I don’t know what it is that I’m feeling around you,” he whispered. “I can’t put a name to it.”

You knew what it was that you were feeling. Was it possible that this angel was walking down the same path? “Can I try something?” you asked. “Something that might help?”

He nodded eagerly.

Swallowing your hesitation, you took a step forward and pressed your lips against his. They were soft, conforming to your own perfectly. Your heart did a backflip at the contact. But at his lack of response, you broke the kiss. Then you barely bit back a laugh in time.

Jongin was standing there, eyes wide in surprise. Whatever he’d been expecting, apparently you kissing him had not been on the list.

“Did that make you feel anything?” you inquired cautiously.

Finally looking at you, he blinked several times like his brain was still rebooting. Still not saying anything, he nodded. Then he grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you.

Now it was your turn to be surprised, wide eyed and frozen. But your own shock didn’t last as long and soon your eyes were closed, drinking in this angel. His warm, sunkissed hands cradled your jaw gently but firmly. When he pulled back, he was smiling so brightly he out shined the sunset behind him.

“So, that’s what it is,” he said between heavy breaths. “I didn’t know that was possible, to feel this way.”

“Feel what way?” you asked hopefully.

But he didn’t answer you verbally. Instead he kissed you again. And again. It was like he couldn’t get enough. And you couldn’t either, to be honest. That was all the answer you needed.

In the lowest point of your life, a miracle arrived to lift you back up. You weren’t sure what it was that you did to deserve this angel, but you were determined to make sure you were good enough to keep him.

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