Jisung

Minho, a guardian angel with white wings and a weary sigh, watching over Jisung. Jisung was... a complicated case. He wasn't a bad person, not at all. He just had an uncanny knack for finding trouble. If there was an open manhole, Jisung would inevitably fall into it. If a thunderstorm was brewing, lightning would inevitably strike the very tree he was hiding under.

"Why did I get this?" Minho said, catching Jisung, who almost fell out of the window trying to get his kite. "The other angels have calm charges, but mine... mine catches butterflies with a fish net. "

One day, Jisung decided to learn to skateboard. Minho, sensing disaster, sighed and braced himself for the worst. His fears were confirmed. Jisung tripped over his own feet and tumbled down the slope. Minho, with his usual sigh, lunged to cushion his fall. But this time, something went wrong. Instead of catching Jisung, Minho tripped over a rock and fell on top of him. When Jisung opened his eyes, he saw above him the face of... an angel? A boy with white hair and incredibly beautiful eyes looked at him with concern.

I hope you're okay, Minho said to himself, but why does his problem look like that...as if it sees him...