TaekWoon shifted in his uncomfortable bed place and let out a groan. Blinding white was attacking his eyes and his body no longer agreed on staying in the chair it had been occupying. He forced his eyes open, his eyes of a habit traveling to the plain white clock on the opposite wall that shoved a little bit after 1PM in the afternoon. Out of a pure routine his hand went up to his face to first rub the sleep out of his eyes and then to run through his hair, pushing the black mane away from his face. Only then his eyes fell on the figure sitting on the bed.

The just awaken man jumped a little earning the two warm brown eyes looking at him to go wide. It was not a crazy dream TaekWoon had had as weak excuse to an attempt to get away from to the smothering city. The winged man he had found in an alleyway was sitting on his bed, the said wings as blinding as before behind his back. His doe eyes were looking straight at TaekWoon and for a reason the latter couldn’t pinpoint his mouth went dry and hands began to sweat. It must have finally dawned upon who or rather what exactly was sitting in his bed right now and his mundane routine tormented mind couldn’t believe it.

“Are you… an angel?” he finally managed to push the words pass his lips after long minutes of them just staring at each other. The question was unreal when not used in a corny pick up line his dimwit colleagues used so much the word had lost its meaning right until now. Even TaekWoon’s tired mind couldn’t have come up with a mirage like this.

“Yes,” came a short answer accompanied with a small nod. The voice coming from the full dainty rosy lips sounded near exactly like the one that had invaded TaekWoon’s mind earlier, only now it was full of life and energy.

“What’s your name?” another question made its way out of TaekWoon’s tensed mouth. He probably should have been more scared than he was, maybe even terrified, but he was rather nervous, stressed even of not to ask the wrong thing, not to move wrongly and scare the man before him away like a fluttering butterfly that would be scared of a shadow moving. He didn’t look timid or easily frightened, but this inner feeling, yes, incredibly it was a feeling that told TaekWoon to be careful.

“HongBin,” was the reply and TaekWoon let the name to roll around his mind a little. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, it wasn’t biblically celestic or unheard of. In a way it seemed a bit too ordinary to belong to the all but ordinary man sitting on the bed - his hands resting on the edge of it, arms slightly tensed as he was leaning forward.

“You must be TaekWoon, right?” This time the question came from the angel and TaekWoon nodded wide eyed. “Don’t worry, I am not reading your mind. I don’t have the power to do so. I just saw the letters on the cabinet,” he explained immediately and pointed to the pale brown wooden furniture next to the door where everything from gloves, keys and letters to empty coffee mugs found their place. Oddly, all empty morning mugs were gone, other items neatly placed in a row.

“I took the liberty to tidy up. Must be a habit I didn’t know I have. I hope you don’t mind,” HongBin spoke again and only not TaekWoon looked around the apartment. It probably hadn’t been this neat, this pleasant to look at since he had moved in. He wasn’t a slob, not at all, but neither he had the patience or will to keep it orderly. Now all the scattered books and magazines were back in shelves, mugs were gathered from all around joined room. The lamp that had been knocked over was back in its place, the bed was neatly made and TaekWoon had to blink a few times to grasp this situation.

“No, I don’t mind,” he half whispered and his eyes turned back to the winged brunet. “How is your injury?” he asked only now noticing his clumsy bandages were gone and where the gaping hole was hours ago a small scar graced the otherwise by the looks perfectly smooth, ouh so slightly sun kissed skin.

“It healed. Thank you for treating it,” HongBin smiled lightly, dimples ap