"why are you still here?"

"haechan, i already told you that i'll be following you around all the time." jaemin sighed, sitting on the brunette's undone bed.

"and i told you to fuck off." the human replied, looking at his reflexion in the mirror.

jaemin didn't answer.

he allowed his eyes to look at the beautiful boy standing in front of him.

haechan looked exactly like his boyfriend.

his deceased boyfriend.

two details had changed though: his eyes which weren't red anymore, but a chocolate colour; and his hair which had changed from red to honey.

anyway, he still was the same gorgeous male.

he just had a bitchy attitude now.

"you look very good." jaemin commented.

the boy turned around, raising a brow to look at the blue-eyed angel.

"cool, now you look like shit, so please, get out of my house."

jaemin sighed again, standing up and heading towards the door.

"you should accelerate because you're going to be late."

"i don't care!" haechan replied, pushing him out of the room and slamming the door shut, making jaemin face the 'no entry' panel that he had stuck there.

"why did it have to be him...?" jaemin rolled his eyes.

jaemin walked around haechan's house, tidying the mess that was there, and making sure it looked decent enough to live in.

he didn't have anything better to do anyway.

he had been assigned to be haechan's angel ten days ago.

he had been insulted all day and night by the beautiful boy for ten days.

and he couldn't bear it anymore.

he couldn't bear seeing his boyfriend look-alike being this mean towards him.

jaemin still loved donghyuck.

he would love him for eternity.

but donghyuck had left him.

and jaemin still couldn't integrate that.

or maybe, he just didn't want to.

"where the hell are my fucking socks?!"

jaemin lifted his head, seeing the brunette boy stomping towards him.

he then looked at the pile of dirty clothing he had in his hands, mentally cursing at himself when he saw a pair of socks – well, a pair of odd socks – on top of it.

"get out of my house!" haechan screamed at him, grabbing the two socks. "i don't want you here!"

"i understood." jaemin nodded.

"so why are you still here? go bother someone else!"

"i am your angel, meaning that i have to take care of you." jaemin explained, insisting on the 'you's.

"i don't need you in my life."

jaemin felt a pang in his chest at those words.

i don't need you in my life

well, haechan surely didn't, but jaemin didn't have any choice.

plus, jaemin needed haechan in his life. he needed a soul to take care of.

"t-this isn't something you can tell to y-your angel." jaemin said, trying not to sound like he was affected by donghyuck's mean words.

"does this look like the face of someone who cares?" haechan asked. "no! because i don't."

haechan put on his odd socks, not caring about the fact one of them had a hole, making his toes visible.

he gave a quick glance at his watch before gasping.

"fucking shit, i'm going to be late!" he exclaimed, running away to grab his backpack. "this is your fault, angel!" he added. "it's always your fault!"

Æ

jaemin rolled his eyes for the nth time when haechan arrived to school.

as usual, he did a dramatic entrance, slamming the doors open and combing his hair back with one of his hands while giving his best toothy smile.

jaemin could already see a few girls fainting after this beauty-slap that haechan had given them.

"hello, hello, guys." haechan smiled, high-fiving a few boys and dropping kissed on a few girls' cheeks on his way to his classroom.

jaemin followed behind silently as he witnessed his boyfriend look-alike being touchy with the whole school while he refused to have a simple conversation with him.

this hurt a lot.

but what could he do?

he had seen before that violence didn't solve anything.

heck, violence had killed his boyfriend.

violence had sent him to jail.

violence had made him become what he was now.

and did he like it?

not really.

he would rather be dead than taking care of this shithead called haechan that looked so much like his boyfriend but at the same time was so different from him...