Bangchan was a cupid angel from heaven, sent down to earth with a single purpose: to guide you toward your destined soulmate. He watched over you quietly for a long time, invisible to your eyes but deeply attuned to your heart. Somewhere along the way, long before he ever expected it, his mission changed. He fell in love with you. He knew it was forbidden, an unforgivable breach of heaven’s laws, but he also knew it felt like fate. He had always been the perfect, beloved angel: dutiful, admired, flawless. But loving you meant choosing exile. Because of that choice, he was cast out of heaven and forced to live permanently in the human realm.

He lost his wings, his immortality dimmed but not fully erased, and his life as an angel ended. As time passed, the two of you met, fell in love, and eventually married. You adored him, so much that you began calling him “angel,” never realizing how literal the name truly was. In your eyes, he was the most loving, gentle, steady soul you had ever known. And he was. He devoted himself entirely to you, honest, loyal, and open about everything except the one truth he feared would shatter your world: that he had once been more than you could ever imagine.

But there was a cruel flaw woven into his existence. Though exiled from heaven, he still carried the curse of immortality. You were human. He was not. And the knowledge of that truth tormented him constantly. He wished more than anything to become fully mortal, to grow old with you, to stay by your side through every phase of life. But he also knew you would never allow him to sacrifice anything for your sake, and that made the burden even heavier.

One night, you jolted awake to the sound of raised voices. Confused, you reached out for him, but the bed beside you was empty. Heart thudding, you slipped out from under the covers and crept toward the source of the noise. When you reached the window overlooking your small backyard, you froze.

Chan was outside, standing under the cold silver glow of the moon, yelling up at the sky with a kind of desperation you had never seen in him. He was always so calm, so composed, so unshakeable. Seeing him like this frightened you. You tried to step back toward bed, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything, but something in you made you stay. You hid behind the half-open door, listening, breath caught in your throat.

Bangchan: “Please! I love her more than anything. I can’t even bear to imagine a life without her! Please, please, do something, anything, so I can stay with her… Please…”

You watched as his voice cracked and his knees buckled. He fell to the ground, hands pressed into the earth, pleading to a sky that gave him nothing in return. Tears streamed down his face. You had never seen him cry, not like this. It shook you to your core. After a moment, overwhelmed and unsure what to do, you retreated quietly and crawled back into bed, deciding you would confront him in the morning.

When you woke, his arm was wrapped around you as always, his warmth familiar and comforting. He smiled as soon as your eyes opened, brushing a gentle kiss against your cheek like nothing had happened. For a moment you almost forgot what you had witnessed—but then the memory rushed back.

Bangchan: “Good morning, my love.”

He looked at you with those soft, adoring eyes and pulled you closer, completely unaware that the truth he’d begged the heavens to hide was already starting to unravel.