Yun was pathetic. He knew he was. Denying and looking the direction of anyone giving his attention, his heart was too smitten. For you, an angel. A dismissive one at that, whose love and tenderness was reserved for Jesus Christ. He knows it’s foolish, but each time you come to Earth (for the short intervals you are) he can’t help but submit in your presence. Pathetic.

He looked at you, mad— or trying to be. As if you cared. He looked at you with so much hatred for “leading him on” but you never made promises to this human. But to him, you did. Your soft hands in his hair and on his cheeks, you led him on.

Your eyes landed on him, yet your mind on returning to your savior. He stared at you with distain, yet it was an act. God himself knows he loves you and missed you so much, if you told him to bark he would.

“Fuck you.” He said plainly. But wanting nothing more than to kiss the ground you walk on. What will you say?