Leeteuk Oneshot | No Angel of Mine (Part 2)

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CHARACTERS: Leeteuk, You

PLOT: You decide to go out one night to do something and then get caught in some trouble.

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Days passed as you spent lonely hours in the hospital, alone, and waiting for your leg to heal to a certain extent. The doctors and nurses kept reassuring that you would be fine, and that you would heal in no time since you were luckily a very healthy and strong person.

Your family and friends shortly dropped by to visit after hearing the horrid news. There were many tears of relief and love, and you felt overwhelmed by it all. They stayed and talked in the day, but by nighttime, they all had to leave, leaving you alone in the empty solitude.

But yet, there was one person you yearned to see more than anyone else.

Every night you waited desperately for him to come. A huge part of you felt bad for making him leave just like that, without a word of thank you, or even a sign of gratefulness. He was, after all, your saviour, whether or not you liked to admit it. At first you couldn’t even decide whether or not he was a good person, but then you slowly realized that someone who could rescue a complete stranger like that could not be too indecent of a person. And you knew for sure it was him too. The eyes you saw before you fainted: they were undeniably his eyes.

Either way, you needed to thank him. There could be no harm in that.

You found yourself staring desperately into the cold moonlight every night, wanting a cold, somber shadow to appear beneath the hospital doors. You couldn’t control yourself from thinking about him, no matter how hard you tried. The more you thought about him, the more beautiful the memory of his image became. What’s more, you also started to feel an unfamiliar pain in your heart whenever you desired for his company. It was strange, unreal, and unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

At last, you were discharged a few days later, with him nowhere to be seen. You almost caught yourself wanting to stay a few more days just so that there was a chance he would show up again.

It was pathetic, and this realization made you only want to get out faster, just so you could forget about him sooner.

In fact, you wanted to forget about the whole incident: the shooting, the criminals…it was all rather life-scarring. And you hated yourself for being caught up with it so foolishly.

Since your leg was pretty much completely healed and your parents were all at work, you found yourself caught with the bad luck of having to walk home all on your own. But you didn’t mind; the approaching night seemed beautiful at the time, the approaching moon shining a lovelier white than you had ever seen it, and the pale stars complimenting it perfectly.

You shivered slightly as you realized it was getting darker and that you’d better get home fast if you didn’t want a repeat of the horrid events…and you probably wouldn’t get so lucky the second time. You were still wearing the exact same outfit from the night before (the hospital staff had kindly held on to them and washed them for you), thus you were much too noticeable. With this thought in your mind, your steps started to quicken as much as they could without the fear of tearing your leg apart again.

You suddenly see a pretty white butterfly fly in your direction. You playfully swing at it, causing it to flutter away towards a tree.

Your eyes faltered at what you saw next.

By the tree was a dark shadow, concealing beneath the tree’s large shade. 

Your heart started thumping rapidly as you realized how familiar it looked.

It can’t be…

As you walked closer, you realized that the person was not alone: there was someone else with him. Your eyes widened as you realized it was a woman, and they were…they were—

“YAH! KID! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE LOOKING AT?!” a gruff voice shouted suddenly, startling you. You jumped as you realized it came from the man standing by the tree, wrapped in an embrace with a woman. You realized that there was a small bar across the street and there was a slight pink flush to both their faces.

He was a stranger, and you’d never seen him before in your life.

“GET OUT OF HERE AND STOP STARING LIKE A 3-YEAR-OLD!” the man yelled in an undeniably ditzy voice. He went back to his…business with the woman and you walked away quickly without a response, embarrassed yet somewhat relieved.

You walked a while and after what seemed like forever, you finally breathed a sigh of exhaustion as you realized you were almost home. Finally you could collapse on your bed and forget everything…

BZZT!

You suddenly jolted as you felt a sudden vibration coming from your inner chest pocket. You even let out a little yelp at the jolt, spending awhile to figure where the noise had come from. You finally groped around and clutched your hands around an unfamiliar object within the same pocket where you had kept the letter the other day.

You pulled it out and realized you were holding a cellphone.

This isn’t mine…I don’t even have a cellphone…

Your thumb curiously hovered over the home button and pressed down on it to light up the screen.

“1 Unread Message”

You bit your lip, wondering how the phone even got here in the first place. Perhaps someone had misplaced it and left it accidentally in your clothes when it was kept at the hospital.

You wondered what to do, standing awkwardly in the middle of the street, still holding onto the phone.

Well, I guess I might as well look into it to see if I can return it… You thought guiltily, although you knew your real intention was only to read this message that seemed to have uncanny timing. You swiftly unlocked the phone before you could change your mind and opened the message.

Your eyes widened as you read the tiny printed letters:

“Hey stupid,
I believe you’re holding my phone right now. I hate to say this but looks like I’m going to have to see you again soon.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the words is disbelief. No way…this is…

You stare at the message and read it over and over again, unable to believe what was going on. Part of you told you not to be so naive again, yet the other part felt that there was no one other than him who could write these words in such a cynical yet humourous manner.

Before you could fully register your thoughts, the phone vibrated again, as another message arrived. Unable to restrain yourself, you pressed the buttons and opened it at once.

“Get home safely, okay? I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8.  ~Angel”

Your lips curved into a sly smile, as you finally realized what was going on, and how it had all happened. He was the one who had taken you the nurses, he was the one who had removed the letter from its pocket in the first place and replaced it with…

You laughed out loud in amusement before you could help it.

…and I’m the stupid one.

Still giggling slightly, you closed the phone and started walking towards home again, a new feeling of anticipation arising in you as you awaited for the next morning.