Angel - Onkey fic (oneshot)
I think I'm seeing an angel. He's beautiful. Standing in the middle of the grass, looking up to the sky. The warm sunny sky. It was the first day it had been above 40 degrees in four months. And four months since I fell into my downward spiral of self loathing and hate. There really wasn't a specific reason for my depression. It just happened. I couldn't even look at my self at one point, I broke all my mirrors. The only reason I'm not dead right now is because of my best friend Jonghyun. He had an extra key. So he would come in and clean up the messes I would make in my break downs that were more on the destructive side. And he was the one who told me to go outside today.
“Yah, Onew-hyung. It almost 80 degrees outside today! Go outside and get some sunshine. It will make you feel better.” I only responded with a grunt, but willingly got up to go get my baggy t-shirt and brown cargo shorts on. “Have fun hyung. Don't break to many hearts.” Jonghyun called out to me. He always knew how to make me smile even if it was just a small one. It felt good to feel like the old me, even if it was just for half a second. “Bye, Jjong.” I called back quietly, but I knew he heard me.
But here I am now, laying in the grass that is only just beginning to turn green again, still a little dry from the harsh winter, looking at the angel, from my sideways view. He was still beautiful no matter what angle. He has short wavy blonde hair, and eyes that are as beautiful as a cats. So entrancing. He has on one of those over sized tank tops that with out even trying you can see into his shirt because of his small frame. He has the cutest pouty lips. I can't take looking at his beauty, I'm wondering why Im so enticed with a person Iv only seen for about a minute. As I question this I turn back to the sky, closing my eyes and taking in the amazing warmth that the sun brings. Trying to get the angel out of my mind that is literally only standing about twenty five feet away.
I thought back to all the times I had to fake my smile. All the times I had to be the happy one, and just how good it felt to not have to put on a show for others anymore. Since my breakdown everyone has gotten the point to stop putting so much pressure on me. I do have some guilt though. My parents are basically scared of me, and if I wasn't out of their house, they most likely would have put me into a insane asylum.
Suddenly the warmth was gone. Was the sun just a dream? Was that beautiful man just a dream? Maybe I should open my eyes... I slowly open my tired eyes,only to be met with a pair of hands instantly covering my eyes. I'm not scared. I really don't care if it was some serial killer or a random little kid mistaking me for his dad. Nothing bothers me nowadays. “Uhm?” I hummed to whose ever hands were over my eyes. I tried to use the rest of my senses. The hands were soft and delicate. They smelled like...butterscotch. Mmmm, butterscotch. I use to make butterscotch candy with my mother all the time. That time when I was to young to know the pressures of the world yet.
“Hi.” The stranger said, still covering my eyes. The voice was one of a man, but a unique voice. I can't quite put my finger on it. But I like it. “Hello.” I respond. The hands covering my eyes starting to figit just a bit. “What's your name?” The stranger asked. Should I tell this person my name? I guess it wouldn't hurt anybody. “Onew.” I say. I could hear him repeating my name a few times to him self from behind me, where Im guessing he is sitting. I guess he just wants to see how my name felt. I don't mind though, I like the way he says my name. “That's a nice name.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. “What's yours?” I ask. Genuinely curious. “I don't know if I should tell you that.” My face scrunches up in confusion, I'm sure he could feel it beneath his hands. “And why not?” I ask, actually very curious. This is the most exciting conversation I'v had in months. I could feel his hands move as he lightly chuckles. But it wasn't a happy laugh, more of a bitter one.
“Once I tell you my name, it will be different.” He says in a defeated voice. “So I don't get to see your face OR know your name?” I ask, my eyes still sitting beneath his hands. “Yup.” Was the strangers simple answer. I bet he's the angel I saw earlier. I can just feel the presence.It was a strong one, one that I was drawn to. And his hands, these have to be his hands. Just as soft as I had day dreamed of. “I get the name thing. But why can't I see your face?” This is the most I'v talked in forever. It's actually weird hearing my own voice so much. “Because... I-I wanted to t-talk to you, b-but you wouldn't w-want to talk to me if you knew what I looked like.” I actually blushed at his comment about wanting to talk to me, and how cute his stuttering was. But if this is the angel I saw before then I don't know why he was worried about himself. He was beautiful. So so so beautiful. I really hope this is him. Everything just fit s so perfectly. His voice, his scent, his skin. Everything. I guess it was time to find out.
“I think I already know what you look like anyways.” I felt his hands stiffen. “How? Do you have X-ray vision?” He asked, and I smiled. An actual smile. He is just so cute, I can't help it. It felt good to smile, to truly smile. “No, I saw you earlier.” I said picturing the boy staring up at the sky. His jeans tight, with boots that laced up to his ankles, and loose baggy shirt.”I don't believe you” He says in the most serious voice since our conversation begun. “You have short blonde hair.” I heard a gasp from behind me. I smile, thinking I'v won. “A lot of people have short blonde hair. Lucky guess.” I laugh at his stubbornness. “Your jeans are dark blue, and very...tight. Your shirt is a tank top, and if your at the right angle you can see your chest.” I said with a smirk. “You have beautiful skin, nice pink lips, and the most gorgeous eyes... You really are...beautiful.” He didn't say anything. And I figured he would have stopped me a while ago if I was wrong. I feel something wet drop onto my forehead. It surprised me at first, but then I realize. He's crying. Soon the hands that were covering my eyes were removed, blinding my now exposed eyes with the sun. I sit up and turn around.
I was right. It was him, but something was different then the last time I saw him. There was something on his neck that followed up until half way through his cheek on his right side. I looked closer. It was a burn. A burn that must have been horribly painful. So this is why he didn't want me to see his face... I scooted closer to the crying boy and took the hands he was using to block his face and the tears that were streaming out of his eyes. I hold onto his soft hands, they fit just perfectly in mine. He looked up at me when I interlaced our fingers. I don't know why I feel like Im so close to a stranger. But it's just right. He sobs slow down to just a trickle. “Your a lier. I'm not beautiful. I'm hideous.” He said sniffing up a sob and turning the right side of his body away from me to hide the burn. I touch his chin making him look at me straight on again. I smile at him, the second genuine smile in such a long time. I caress his cheek, my touch no heavier then a feather, and slowly go down his neck lightly outlining the now healed scar until it dips into his shirt and I stop. I look him in the eyes, “You are beautiful. This doesn't make you who you are.” I say touching his cheek once more. He griped my hand tighter, and it felt as if he was staring into my soul.
“Key.” He says. I give him a confused look not really knowing what he's telling me. “Huh?” I say, hoping for an answer. “My name it Key.” He said followed by the most beautiful smile I'v ever seen. This was going to be the start of something good, something new. He is my angel who saved my from my self. I can already tell.
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~ppyong
