You looked at the pissed archangel that has blue glowing eyes that glared at you and the glowing stopped as he rose from his chair in a sudden, liquid movement. "Wait a moment."

You watched as he walked to the edge of the roof. He was a being of such incredible splendor that simply seeing him move made your heart clench and constrict painfully. It did not matter to your heart that it was a mirage, that he was as deadly as the knife that you strapped to your thigh and the sword that was strapped between your shoulderblades. No one, not even you could deny thay the archangel of seoul was a man made to be admired,. to be feared and to be worshipped.

He then turned back to stare at her before looking away and walking off the roof. You widen your eyes in shock and jumped up, wanting to run over to the edge to see his body floors below, broken and shattered. Only to sit back down, cheeks reddening when he winged upwards to meet an angel you had not seen until that moment. Jessica. The female equivalent of Taemin, her beauty shone so brightly, so intense that the force was definite even from where you sat at.

Jessica Jung,. the archangel of America was rumoured to be very beautiful and it was the truth. She had hair in the shade of spinned gold. The threads and strands of hair was glistening under the rays of the sun . Her body was quintessentially curvy and slender at the same time and her wings a delicate bronze. She had a face that would stop traffic because o