"I don't get it, what do you even see in her?"

It was a question Junho often deals with, and in time he learned to shrug it off and let it roll right off his shoulders. He doesn't expect people to understand what was so special about her, and he doesn't want to waste his time explaining, not when it would take more than a lifetime to even scratch the surface on what made her so perfect for him. However, he was aware that she knew of these questions, he knows she knows that people often ask him why.

He sits next to her, shoulder to shoulder and he nudges her until she falls over to the side, sliding down the mirror-lined walls of the practice room. The book in her hands lays limply on her lap, and lazily she pulls herself upright. Junho eyes the cheesy romance novel in her hands- eventually she realized it was futile denying her affliction for such stories.

"Did you know," Junho stops mid-sentence to let his statement hang dramatically in the air.

She replies with a neutral nod, her head titling until her eyes were shielded by the fringe on her face.

"I don't care what they say, you're my angel."

Title: Angel

Character: Junho

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 199