Guardian angel? You scoffed at the very idea, rolling your eyes as your friends gushed about fate and divine protectors. “That stuff isn’t real,” you had said—half-joking, half-convinced. But fate, as always, had a wicked sense of humor.

Just days later, you woke up to a soft light pooling in your room—not from the morning sun, but from a figure standing silently in the corner. A stranger. Yet not a stranger. He smiled, and something in you stilled. He looked radiant, otherworldly… almost unreal.

And then you found out the truth. He was unreal. Your guardian angel.

His name was Sunghoon, and he was beautiful in ways words couldn’t hold—kind, patient, warm like sunlight on cold skin. You laughed more. Slept deeper. Lived brighter. But with joy came the cruel catch: he could only stay for five months. And no matter how hard you tried not to fall, you did. Both of you did.

Love, however, was forbidden. If he broke the rules, he wouldn’t just vanish—he’d fall. Be cast into hell. The thought terrified you. And yet, the more time you spent together, the harder it was to let go.

Then came the final day. The fifth month.

He stood in front of you, his thumb brushing away the tear trailing down your cheek. His eyes were filled with something so deep it broke you. And in a voice so quiet it made the world hold its breath, he whispered.

“I would give up heaven if I had to.” And in that moment, you knew—he already had.