synopsis: after losing your role as the sugar plum fairy in the nutcracker due to an injury, you resolve to the spend the rest of your holidays getting drunk and feeling sorry for yourself—that is until your pesky guardian angel shows up, claiming that he’ll find you true love before christmas is over.
author’s note: part of the haechan is a ho ho ho holiday collab! i’m so happy we’re finally able to collab, even if we all suffered while writing this <33333 ps. i only took ballet for two years so i am not an expert by any means, apologies for all inaccuracies
additional: inspired by the concept of the kdrama angel’s last mission: love (i haven’t actually seen it though LMAO) + the ost oh my angel by chai
❄DECEMBER 22.
“You have ten seconds to tell me who you are and how you got in here.”
You’re currently in the middle of a standoff with a stranger in the middle of your living room. A stranger that literally just appearedout of thin air while you were watching Netflix. Raising the wooden bat a little higher over your head, you take a step forward, trying to look as threatening as possible despite how bewildered you are right now. The stranger, or rather the intruder, raises both in hands in surrender. He doesn’t look particularly afraid of you, but he does seem to want to calm you down.
If you were to go off appearances alone, he would be the last person you’d think would break into someone’s apartment. He has light brown, fluffy hair that reminds of you a labradoodle, wide and bright eyes that blink at you innocently, cherub cheeks that add to his already youthful appearance, and he’s wearing a white hoodie with white sweatpants. There’s also a warm, circular glow above his head, but you just assume that it’s the lighting reflecting off his hair.
“I already told you,” he starts slowly, “My name is Donghyuck. I’m your guardian angel.”
You eye him suspiciously. It’s strange because you can tell by his expression that he is being sincere, or at least he believes he’s being sincere.
“Sir,” you speak to him slowly as well, “I think you’re under the influence of something. I’ll call an ambulance for you.”
“Come on, Y/N. We’re just wasting time now. The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can help you,” Donghyuck sighs. “You know it’s not possible for a human to materialize into your apartment like I did.”
Before you can ask him how he knows your name, he walks over to your couch and plops down on it, reaching for the open bag of chips on your coffee table and helping himself to them.
Even though he didn’t come anywhere near you, his sudden movement frightens you and you jolt backwards, rolling your good ankle and nearly losing your balance.
“Careful now. Wouldn’t want you to have two broken ankles,” Donghyuck notes casually, still munching on your chips.
You stare at him in disbelief. The brace you have on your right ankle is hidden under your fleece pajama pants, so there is no way that he was able to notice that you’re already injured.
“How do you know that?” you demand, clutching your bat tighter.
“Because I’ve been watching you,” he replies breezily before pausing, furrowing his brows. “Oh wait, that didn’t sound right.”
