GuardiANgels Chapter 01
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The day was not too hot, not too cold - just the perfect temperature for you to go out only in your shirt and take a long walk in a nice quiet park, since it was a week day and everything was quiet, it was sunny with barely no clouds on the sky and nothing that indicated a downpour, as the weatherman announced the day before.
“I guess Heaven’s on our side.” Doojoon smiled picking up a box and pushing Dongwoon lightly.
“Hyung, be careful. All my cameras and lenses are in the box.” the younger boy whined, picking up another box and trailing after the workers who were helping them move in.
“All my disks are in the box you’re carrying, but I’m not whining.” Doojoon said back, tone annoyed and bored.
“I’m always careful.” The youngest smiled brightly and got in the elevator with his hyung following behind. Doojoon only sighed and leaned on the metal wall in the small box. “Don’t sulk, hyung.” Dongwoon leaned his chin on Doojoon’s shoulder and pouted making the older boy laugh and shrug him off.
No one would believe them but those two are best friends. People usually take them as co-workers living together for convenience, but they really do know each other since kids. Dongwoon’s and Doojoon’s moms were best friends and they always brought them together to play with each-other, so they have always been together. Trough elementary school to high school and university - they were like stuck with glue (as to Doojoon’s reference sometimes). But there was something to their friendship that the older had no idea about. Dongwoon was Doojoon’s guardian angel, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.
It happened when Dongwoon was 14 and Doojoon 16 years old. They were supposed to play soccer at the playground near Dongwoon’s house and the younger was waiting for him, dribbling with the ball and kicking it from time to time the net. Then he saw Doojoon and he smiled, waved at him. The next thing he remembers seeing is him standing somewhere too far away from the boy, an iron gate, with all the swirls and things you can see in movies, standing in front of him, closed and denying him to pass and run to save his friend, to yell. He grabbed the bars of the gate, shook them, and screamed. Then a key appeared before him and he didn’t even think, he took it and unlocked the gate, passing through it. After that he was at the playground again but it was like he was in some game. He saw a car, he saw a passerby, he saw Doojoon and it was like he could move everything with his mind, except his friend. He made the car turn left and the passerby boy pull Doojoon on the curb again. And then everything vanished. It was not like a game anymore. So he ran to Doojoon, seeing if the boy was fine.
It’s needless to say that they earned a friend that day, an annoying one to Dongwoon’s opinion, but if he was not there, then he doesn’t know what could’ve happened to Doojoon.
The same night when he fell asleep he found himself in a green garden, too beautiful to be described with words. Everything was green and white and then in the middle stood a giant cherry tree in full bloom. The boy walked to it, finding a little girl, around 5 or 6, with long blond curly hair, emerald green eyes, a brown Lolita dress styled like a sleevels knee-length dress and a white shirt underneath it; there was a brown ribbon tied on her neck too. She turned to Dongwoon doing a curtsey and smiling when she straightened again.
“Who are you?” asked the boy, a little confused by his dream. Usually 14-year-old boys don’t dream about 5-6 years old cute girls and that’s why he asked.
“People call me Buddha, God, Lord, Yahweh; but you can call me Lucina. I don’t like the other names.” At the thought the girl scrunched her face and pouted. Dongwoon just stared at her and she caught that. She returned her smile to her face and moved closer, taking a hold of Dongwoon’s hand. “You know what you did today. That’s not something ordinary, Son Dongwoon.”
“This is just some crazy assed dream, right?”
“Don’t use that kind of language in front of a child.” She scolded him and slapped lightly his cheek, which stung. Then his eyes got wide with realization.
“I’m not dreaming.”
“Of course you aren’t. You’re the most confused angel I got in decades.”
Then Dongwoon looked around again. The garden was as beautiful as ever, but this time he saw the fence around it - tall with golden bars. And suddenly everything filled in on him. He laughed and ruffled his hair.
“This is a little too much information for 14 years old boy, Lucina...” He answered and turned around smiling and lightly bowing. “…, never aging goddess of ours.”
“Eight years ago came a 7-year-old boy and he was quite ahead with what he had to do.”
“7 years old?” gasped the boy, moving close to Lucina and sitting next to her, the girl smiling and sitting too, head resting on Dongwoon’s shoulder.
“Danger doesn’t ask about the age, my angel.” Lucina whispered and closed her eyes.
Guardian Angels are born like every other human; they're given birth to, have a family, grow, live, feel like every other human, but right before they're born they're connected to that one person they will carry the most for - they may love them like a lover, a friend, a brother/sister, but in the end they’re the most precious to them. Lucina sends angels to Earth to protect and help that person to live fully his live and accomplish what he/she was assigned to, though not every person has a guardian angel. Angels are being awakened the first time their most cherished person is faced with grave danger with all the knowledge of what they are and what they're supposed to do, so really Dongwoon didn’t have to ask her again what he was, why he was like that and what he had to do. He had to protect Doojoon, to stay besides him, to help him, to guard him and make sure he stays alive, even in the cost of his own life. And because the last thing is likely of happening every human soul has two or three guardian angels: one was being born with them, the others waiting if something bad will happen to the born angel, and hoping for it to not and unlike him they’re born with all the knowledge needed. Dongwoon has no idea who the other angels of Doojoon are, but as long as he’s doing his job right he doesn’t have to know.
“We’ll see each other at the next full moon, my angel.” That was the last thing the blond girl said to him before the boy woke up to the middle of the night.
Truthfully he hated that one the most of everything. Every full moon he will wake up in the middle of the night after giving his report to Lucina and just have nothing to do.
“Hey, air-head, how long will you hold the box?” Doojoon’s voice came from somewhere startling the younger boy and Dongwoon turned to where the voice came from, seeing his hyung leaned on the door. “We have a lot more to unload.”
“Oh, I’m coming.” Dongwoon left the box on the table and skipped after Doojoon, jumping on the boy’s back and laughing at the startled boy. “Carry me down.” The boy pouted, tightening his hold around the older one’s neck.
“What will you do for me?”
“I will carry the remaining boxes, instead of you.”
“You’re inhumanly strong.” the man grunted, getting in the elevator with Dongwoon on his back.
“And you will go and buy something for us to cook.” Doojoon only sighed, but he didn’t protest. Both of them knew that this was more acceptable than carrying boxes with books, mangas, tableware and such.
Dongwoon paid the boys who helped them move and turned around looking at the apartment complex and smiling. He was 19 and Doojoon 21 when they started living together. Now Dongwoon was 23 and Doojoon was 25 and they had their own photography studio, they earned enough and decided to move out into a bigger complex near their work place and Dongwoon’s university, since he was still studying. How he managed to study, work and guard Doojoon - he had no idea himself, bur he managed it and he was happy.
Suddenly Dongwoon felt something and he looked up at the terraces trying to find what he was looking for. He caught a glimpse of a retreating black head and the furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Usually when you see a person you sometimes have that feeling that they’re not like the rest, so you can send them signal that only they can sense, just to be sure if they’re like you, and besides it’s nice talking with someone you don’t have to hide certain things from, but why would someone give you signals when they will hide after it?
“Caught a glimpse of someone cute?” Doojoon asked patting Dongwoon’s shoulder, smirking at the younger when he turned around.
“Not exactly.” Dongwoon sighed and hid his hands in his pockets. “And you know cute isn’t exactly my thing.”
“Neither is manly. What exactly do you like?” The older asked again, starting to walk towards the building.
“When I see someone I will tell you. How was the trip to the market?”
“Speaking of that there was one really cute boy with light brown hair, but he was leaving as I was entering and I couldn’t talk to him.” Doojoon pouted and Dongwoon only smiled.
“If it’s meant to be you will meet him again.”
“You meet your ‘someone’ soon too. I’m not living all my life with you.”
“I know, hyung, don’t worry.”
Truthfully Dongwoon had a type, he dated before too, but the thing was that he didn’t care for them that much and he regretted it, since they loved him and cared for him a lot; but he was a guardian angel - the person who he cared the most for was Doojoon, even without the romantic feeling. Dongwoon really had no idea how he can love someone and make them happy if all he’s worried about is Doojoon, so he gave up on it. If it meant dying alone - then be it.
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First - I have no idea how often and when I will update. I just want to post it, since if I don't I guess I won't start it anytime soon and this way I can kind of get a little push up, but I really don't know when I will update...
Second - Yea... I do love fantasy, so... yea.... And the pairings are obvious? Yes? No?