"i can't do this anymore, mark!" jaemin screamed as soon as he entered mark's hosue.

"okay, jaemin, please, calm down." mark approached him carefully.

when he got close enough, he could see his red face as well as the wet traces of the tears that had fallen from his eyes.

"i hate seeing haechan being the total opposite of donghyuck!" jaemin explained. "donghyuck would never do that to me!"

"they're two different persons, jaemin. with two different personalities..." mark explained calmly.

"at first, i was hoping that maybe, just maybe, haechan would be him..." jaemin started. "but i'm seriously staritng to lose hope. donghyuck would never hurt me like this. donghyuck isn't like him at all!"

mark sighed, pulling the other angel into his arms.

"you're strong jaemin. you're the strongest angel i know." mark said slowly. "i hate to see you suffer like this, and i really hope that one day, haechan will understand the chance he has, having such a devoted angel as you..."

Æ

"you're going, already?"

"sorry, i forgot i had something to do." haechan replied, picking his shirt on the floor and wearing it.

"but we still have so much things to do..." the girl pouted, rolling over on the bed.

"i'm sorry, maybe next time." haechan said. "i really have to go."

haechan turned around, walking out of her hosue before slamming the front door shut.

he stood there, outside the house, for a few seconds before deciding to head back to his own apartment.

the journey back to his place felt long, and haehcan did ask himself a few times if he hadn't missed the right street.

if fact, his mid was just blank, and he had nothing to distract him. he was forced to live fully the long and boring journey across the busy streets, dodging tourists, waiting for the cars to stop at crosswalks, and just... not getting lost in the immensity of the city.

more than the immensity of the city, haechan was lost in his feelings.

why had he cut their meeting so short and so abruptly?

she was a girl he appreciated, and he liked being with her.

she wasn't his favourite, but let's say she was part of the top 5.

but, why hadn't he been able to stay more than half an hour?

he had a small idea in his mind, but he didn't really want to accept it.

how could he be worried about his angel?

haechan despised his angel.

haechan despised angels.

but jaemin even more.

he felt likr the boy was specially there to make his life a living hell.

quite paradoxical for an angel.

but it was the truth.

haechan couldn't stop his mind from replaying the scene a while ago in his mind.

he kept seeing jaemin's pained eyes, begging him not to enter the house.

and the name he had pronounced... donghyuck...

haechan had seen how much pronouncing it hurt him.

but why?

who was this donghyuck?

and why had jaemin called him this for the second time?

haechan was still scared of the angel.

he couldn't believe he had to fall on THE mentally ill angel who would try killing his human.

even if haechan would have preferred having a demon, he knew that angels were supernatural beings, supposed to make your life the best possible.

so, why was everything going downhill since jaemin had arrived?

"stop thinking about him..." haehcan hit his head with his palm before pulling his keys out of his pocket.

the boy placed the right one inside the lock and opened the door after unlocking it.

he slammed it behind his back and headed directly to his room where he threw his leather jacket on the bed before jumping on top of it.

he questioned himself silently for long minutes.

he was trying to search what could have made jaemin so broken.

he was trying to search what could have made him leave the girl's apartment.

he tired for long.

but he fell asleep even before he could find an answer.

Æ

when haechan woke up again, the sky had turned a dark blue colour.

the brunette groaned, sitting up on his bed and switched the light on.

he pulled his phone out of his pocket, sighing when he saw it was around 8pm.

the boy wasn't hungry yet, so, he decided to have a long and hot shower that would help him getting rid of his stressing thoughts.

haechan got rid of his pants, throwing them over the pile of clothes that was on his chair, doing the same with his shirt a second after.

dressed in only his boxers, the human walked towards the bedroom's door to head to the bathroom.

however, before he could open the door, someone did it for him.

haechan gasped when he found himself facing a sad-looking jaemin.

"listen, i'm here to apologize for everything i did to you... it wasn't really me last time, and a while ago, i guess i was just too much in my own world to realise that- what the hell is that?"