[SJFF] Angel of Death - Chapter 3
Title: Angel of Death
Pairing: Kyuhyun, OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun has been sent back to the living world for a span of one year to carry out his mission to bring his target to her death. But what happens when the angel of death sent to take a person's life ends up falling for the victim instead?
Author's Note: I'll be introducing a new POV from this chapter onwards =D
(Hyeonmin's POV)
Heenim's long notes in It's You's ending chorus suddenly blasted through the speakers of my phone, scaring me awake from a very sweet dream I was having. But I still love that song even though it's been years since it was released. I groaned, then tossed and turned in my bed before reluctantly picking it up.
"Hello…?" I muttered, and immediately pulled the receiver as far away from my ears as possible when my dear colleague, Oh Minyoung's voice came screeching from the other side of the line.
"YONG HYEONMIN! Where in bloody hell are you?!"
"Bed…?" I blurted again, eyes still clamped shut. And no, I'm not a morning person, if that's what you're wondering.
"What the hell?! It's already 11 in the morning and you're still in bed?!"
"Huh? 11?" I opened an eye and took a glance at the time displayed on my phone's main screen, and sat up at once, suddenly feeling very wide awake. "Oh bloody fu- I mean fishsteaks!"
"Fish steaks? Uh, okay. And yes, that's right; it's 11 in the morning. You better get your tardy ass down here before the client comes," she said, and the line went dead.
I cursed colourfully under my breath as I ran around the house in order to get myself ready for work. Maybe I should stop setting lovely songs as my alarm tone. I can't remember the exact number of times I've overslept just because I was happily grinning and humming to the songs, and just leave it to ring before falling asleep once again.
And to think that if I were late to meet today's client, I would cost my company millions. Oh, the horror! I'll probably have to work until the day I die in order to cover the sum.
After I got ready in a record time of 5 minutes - inclusive of a shower, a breakfast, changing, and looking for proper shoes to wear, I dashed out of the house, and prodded impatiently at the 'down' button of the elevator, as if that's going to make it come up faster.
And the mad dash continued down on the streets below. I began calculating the time I had left before the designated meeting time with my all-important client, and figured out there'd be an adequate period for me to just stop by Babtol's and order a take away.
Kids, please don't learn from my bad habits - I didn't completely focus on the road ahead as I fumbled through the sheets of paper constituting the documents that were to be signed. It's a miracle as to how I didn't trip over my own feet in these heels. And as luck would have had it, I bumped into someone rather tall… and probably muscular underneath despite his skinny outlook with all the clothes on right outside the cozy restaurant.
Wait, what am I saying?
Rubbing my head (since it was the part of my body that connected with the guy anyway), I looked up and wanted to apologise. But words just completely failed me once my sight landed on his face.
Yes, he's cute. He's handsome. He's around my age and totally my type. But I'm not gushing over him, because my brain has just completely shut down on me. And I'm pretty sure the blood has been completely drained from the blood vessels in my face too.
Because standing in front of me, was Super Junior's Cho Kyuhyun, who was supposed to be dead, damn it!
"Hey, where are you going?!" my mind screamed when he started to leave, but I was still in complete shock over the entire ordeal to the extent that I couldn't talk nor move.
Since when I was able to see ghosts?! And I thought we could walk through ghosts?!
Or did I hit my head too hard that I'm currently suffering from a serious concussion and extreme delusions?
Settling for the latter, I slowly composed myself and picked up the scattered pieces of paper on the floor, praying hard that they didn't get smudged - otherwise I'd be slaughtered. I glanced at my wristwatch, and cursed colourfully once again when I realized that I only had 10 more minutes before I get enslaved for life by the company.
And the distance from my current location to the company was exactly 10 minutes.
God, please have mercy on this poor soul.
Pairing: Kyuhyun, OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun has been sent back to the living world for a span of one year to carry out his mission to bring his target to her death. But what happens when the angel of death sent to take a person's life ends up falling for the victim instead?
Author's Note: I'll be introducing a new POV from this chapter onwards =D
(Hyeonmin's POV)
Heenim's long notes in It's You's ending chorus suddenly blasted through the speakers of my phone, scaring me awake from a very sweet dream I was having. But I still love that song even though it's been years since it was released. I groaned, then tossed and turned in my bed before reluctantly picking it up.
"Hello…?" I muttered, and immediately pulled the receiver as far away from my ears as possible when my dear colleague, Oh Minyoung's voice came screeching from the other side of the line.
"YONG HYEONMIN! Where in bloody hell are you?!"
"Bed…?" I blurted again, eyes still clamped shut. And no, I'm not a morning person, if that's what you're wondering.
"What the hell?! It's already 11 in the morning and you're still in bed?!"
"Huh? 11?" I opened an eye and took a glance at the time displayed on my phone's main screen, and sat up at once, suddenly feeling very wide awake. "Oh bloody fu- I mean fishsteaks!"
"Fish steaks? Uh, okay. And yes, that's right; it's 11 in the morning. You better get your tardy ass down here before the client comes," she said, and the line went dead.
I cursed colourfully under my breath as I ran around the house in order to get myself ready for work. Maybe I should stop setting lovely songs as my alarm tone. I can't remember the exact number of times I've overslept just because I was happily grinning and humming to the songs, and just leave it to ring before falling asleep once again.
And to think that if I were late to meet today's client, I would cost my company millions. Oh, the horror! I'll probably have to work until the day I die in order to cover the sum.
After I got ready in a record time of 5 minutes - inclusive of a shower, a breakfast, changing, and looking for proper shoes to wear, I dashed out of the house, and prodded impatiently at the 'down' button of the elevator, as if that's going to make it come up faster.
And the mad dash continued down on the streets below. I began calculating the time I had left before the designated meeting time with my all-important client, and figured out there'd be an adequate period for me to just stop by Babtol's and order a take away.
Kids, please don't learn from my bad habits - I didn't completely focus on the road ahead as I fumbled through the sheets of paper constituting the documents that were to be signed. It's a miracle as to how I didn't trip over my own feet in these heels. And as luck would have had it, I bumped into someone rather tall… and probably muscular underneath despite his skinny outlook with all the clothes on right outside the cozy restaurant.
Wait, what am I saying?
Rubbing my head (since it was the part of my body that connected with the guy anyway), I looked up and wanted to apologise. But words just completely failed me once my sight landed on his face.
Yes, he's cute. He's handsome. He's around my age and totally my type. But I'm not gushing over him, because my brain has just completely shut down on me. And I'm pretty sure the blood has been completely drained from the blood vessels in my face too.
Because standing in front of me, was Super Junior's Cho Kyuhyun, who was supposed to be dead, damn it!
"Hey, where are you going?!" my mind screamed when he started to leave, but I was still in complete shock over the entire ordeal to the extent that I couldn't talk nor move.
Since when I was able to see ghosts?! And I thought we could walk through ghosts?!
Or did I hit my head too hard that I'm currently suffering from a serious concussion and extreme delusions?
Settling for the latter, I slowly composed myself and picked up the scattered pieces of paper on the floor, praying hard that they didn't get smudged - otherwise I'd be slaughtered. I glanced at my wristwatch, and cursed colourfully once again when I realized that I only had 10 more minutes before I get enslaved for life by the company.
And the distance from my current location to the company was exactly 10 minutes.
God, please have mercy on this poor soul.