A little light sneaked through the curtains of the blue colored room.

L.Joe knitted his brows together as the light hit his face. Then his eyes snapped opened remembering what was happening.

He sat up in bed and ran a hand through his bed hair. A smile was plastered on his face. Quickly and quietly getting out of bed, L.Joe made his way to the bathroom to wash up. After freshening up, L.Joe opened his balcony doors.

L.Joe tilted his head upward to feel the warmth of the sun. He spread his sparkling white wings and flapped them a little. Then he flew off to the meadow where he and Hwayoung had promised to meet again.

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The sun seeped through the dark curtains and hit Hwayoung in the face. She scrunched up her face and turned away from the light.

However, the light never left her face. Hwayoung softly groaned and sat up in bed. She rubbed her eye and yawned. Then she remembered what was happening early in the morning.

A smile quickly spread across her face. Hwayoung quietly made her way to the bathroom and freshened up. Once she was done, Hwayoung went to her balcony and opened the doors. The small amount of sun shone brightly in the angel realm.

Closing the door gently behind her, Hwayoung spread her dark black wings. She took a deep breath to calm her heart. Just the thought of seeing L.Joe made her heart race.

Hwayoung flapped her wings and she started to get higher and higher in the air. Once she was high enough, she flew towards the meadow where she and L.Joe promised to meet.

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L.Joe slowed down when he was near the place. He gently landed on the green grass and looked around. His heart sank not seeing Hwayoung in sight.

“Did she forget or did she purposely not come?” He wondered out loud. “I didn’t know you thought of me so.” A melodic voice replied.

L.Joe looked up and saw the angel he was yearning for, “Hwayoung.” Hwayoung smiled and gently set herself on the grass.

“Good morning Byunghun.” She greeted. “Good morning Hwayoung.” L.Joe greeted back, his eyes trailing over her dark black wings.

Hwayoung noticed what he was looking at and she touched her black wings. “They’re black, unlike yours that are white.” L.Joe softened and shook his head. “Your wings are beautiful just the way they are, Hwayoung.”

“Thanks Byunghun, but they’re not all that.” Hwayoung fluttered her wings. “I like them b