He looks up at sky, fingers thread with the soft white and slender fingers that contrasts with his calloused ones. They both agree that the night sky is beautiful from beneanth. But the view is much more beautifuk from above. They cannot deny that fact.

He turns to her while she is still mesmerized with the night sky.

"Hey, I wonder who is the real angels, us or them?" She whispers.

"Them?"

"Them up there," She points up.

"Why do you wonder? But it's probably them cause they're up there."

"Because angels fall."

"Some crash," 

"DId we crash?"

"We crashed hard." She laughs.

She smiles at him, a boy like him people tend to look over on what's beneath that sinful face. People tend to see the devil he once was thinking her is a devil now.

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Because Kim Jongin. Idk just Kim Jongin. :I