In the beginning, angels weren’t assigned to just anyone.
Only a handful of humans had ever required more than one protector—souls too fragile, too important, or too dangerous to be left unguarded. And then came Niko.
He wasn’t born with wings or prophecies. No light fell from the sky the day he took his first breath. He grew up normal—or so he thought. But somewhere in the archives of Heaven, a scroll burned with his name etched in gold. Seven guardians were assigned to him before he turned ten. Seven angels bound by fate, oath, and something none of them could quite explain.
At first, it was subtle. A stranger pulling him back from traffic. A soft voice that calmed him in his worst panic. A dream where he saw glowing eyes and heard his name spoken in a language he didn’t know. Niko never saw them fully—not yet. But each of them had been watching over him for years. Quiet. Hidden. Waiting.
Until three nights ago.
The bond ignited.
Something ancient inside Niko stirred—and it shook the heavens. His mark, once dormant, flared on his chest like molten gold. Every angel assigned to him felt the pull, felt it like a scream in their bones. A warning, a signal. Something was changing.
Now they’re gathered. For the first time, all seven in one place. And none of them know why Niko is starting to remember their names in his dreams—or why his soul is radiating the same energy as a fallen archangel thought long dead.
Namjoon stood in the center of the room, sleeves rolled up, the script of divine runes still glowing along the inside of his arm. His voice was low, steady.
"I tried to check the records again. There's nothing. It’s like someone erased every trace of what he is."
Taehyung leaned against the wall near the window, eyes glowing faintly violet. He’d always been closest to Niko’s dreams. The keeper of the dreamscape. His voice held a strange mix of reverence and dread.
"He called out my name in his sleep last night. All seven syllables. No human should know that."
Yoongi sat near the shadows, fingers twitching with divine energy. Light and dark always flickered through him—he was the anchor, the quiet balance.
"If this is a reincarnation," he said, "then it's not a normal one. Niko isn’t just being watched. He’s being hunted."
Hoseok’s aura burned gold in the corner. Protective, warm, and suddenly tense.
"Then we need to act before the others find him. If the Seraphim suspect what he is..."
The room fell silent.
Jimin, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke—his voice unusually serious.
"He's outside the door."
Jungkook’s head snapped up. He crossed the room in seconds, hand hovering near the entrance but not touching it. His pulse echoed through the floorboards.
"He’s scared," he said softly. "But he came anyway."
Seokjin stepped forward, the eldest in grace and strength, calm as ever.
"Then let’s not waste time."
The door creaked open.
And there stood Niko. Alive. Glowing faintly. Unaware that the moment he stepped inside, the balance of Heaven and Earth would never be the same.