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Angel of the morning

🪽— saja boys x Angel!reader

— synopsis: The gates are weakened. Someone or something has gone against natural orders and is trying to take down heaven. In a final act to take back control, the angels send a soldier back down to earth to find their undoing. But instead of finding their damnation, the soldier finds five saviors in disguise as a heart throb, boy band.

— warning: slight nudity but nothing too extravagant, cursing, weapons, bleeding, bad flirting (Abby and Romance), creepy flirting (hoes we don’t know)

— A/n: this is literally if Castiel were female and the Saja boys are Dean Winchester. Y’all know the vibe? Then let’s gets started

The sky tore open in silence.

There was no rip in the clouds, nor were there beaming lights shining from the heavens down to the mortal world.

It was quiet— quick. Invisible to the human eye, and yet unmistakable to anything touched by the divine or the damned. Somewhere high above the skylines— where the stars kissed the night sky—something fell.

Not a meteor.

Not a star.

But something otherworldly. Something wrapped in robes of silk and wings of feathers had fallen from the sky and hit the ground with a mighty thud.

And yet, nothing was disturbed.

Not the people of Seoul, not the rodents that roamed the streets, not even the tiniest speck of dirt was affected by whomever graced the earth with their overpowering presence.

All except for five demonic entities.

The concert was a fever dream— flashing lights, vibrating bass, thousands of fans screaming their names.

And the Saja Boys drank up every second of it.

They moved as one; sharp, fluid, in perfect sync. Every step, look and even flip of the hair had the fans eating out of the palm of their hands. And they couldn’t have loved it anymore than they already did.

And then— something changed.

Jinu was the first to feel it.

His breath caught in his throat, rhythm stuttering for half a second. His demon marks, hidden well underneath his performance clothes, burned— not like they were on fire, but like pressure. As if something ancient was pressing down on him with their thumb.

Across the stage, Abby had faltered in his choreography. It was for only a split second, no fan would have noticed unless it were to happen again. His grin twitched, the smile on his face becoming more forced by the second as he glanced at his other bandmates.

The hair on Romances neck stood up straight, a swift chill running down his spine. He stared ahead as he waited for the unknown feeling to surpass him before continuing the dance sequence.

A fan squealed when his unmoving eyes stayed in her direction.

Baby was leaned up against Mystery, his pupils dilating like a prey sensing a predator as he glanced across the crowd for a brief moment.

And Mystery, his body lightly slumped for Baby to properly lean against him, gently turned his head towards the skyline. The stage lights blocking his view past the stars above.

But he knew— they all knew.

Something had arrived.

Something cold. Electric. Devine.

And yet… the show carried on.

They picked up the tempo, smiled through the tight burning that crawled across their skin, ignored the way their demonic marks pulsed beneath their clothes.

The only thought that flowed through their minds was to finish the show. Don’t cause a scene that would drawl those hunters back towards them. Act casual and as normal as possible, and then after everything was finished, they would find whoever was calling towards them.

You walked along the crowed sidewalks of Seoul, often bumping shoulders with those that had their faces stuck in their glowing, rectangular devices. Those of which muttering crude words in your direction for such actions.

But you ignored those simple minded humans, for for they weren’t ones of which you were even remotely worried about. Your biggest concern being what creature was brave— powerful— enough to break down the gates of heaven and cause such problems with your home.

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, causing even more people to turn and give you rude comments. But once more you didn’t think twice about what these mere humans were saying, instead you focused on your surroundings. Memorizing every building and street that you could see.

Your brothers and sisters never gave you any true direction on where to go once you reached earth. They just told you to find whatever entity is trying to harm heaven and put them to an end.

A child passed by, no more than five years old, hand in hand with his mother. His big wide eyes staring soulfully at you with such young curiosity. He tugged on his mother’s hand, “Mama, why is she wearing her pajamas?” He had asked, gesturing towards you with his short, chubby little finger.

His mother didn’t answer, instead she held onto his hand a little tighter as they passed you.

“Silly child,” You told the boy. “This is not a pair of pajamas. This robe was blessed by the Seventh Choir, all great soldiers must wear it to signify their loyalty.”

This time his mother walked faster upon hearing you speak to her child.

In fact, many of the pedestrians gave you odd looks at what you had told the little boy. Some of which giving you space on the sidewalk, so that if they were to bump into you again, you wouldn’t turn to them and talk about the Seventh Choir.

You glanced down at your uniform in curiosity, sure to humans what you were wearing may look like a silky, expensive nightgown. But it wasn’t, as you’d told the child, it was your uniform ones that all great soldiers must wear. It was an honor and a privilege to wear it, you wore it with your head held up high in pride.

Maybe if you had told them that, then they would know the significance of your uniform, or better yet, they would know the significance of you.

A sharp whistle came from behind.

Taken from your thoughts, you turned to face whoever had made the vigorous noise. Across the street stood two men, both of which had a giddy smile and wedding band on their ring finger.

“Hey, baby,” One of them called. “How much you charge’n for the night?”

“My house is just a few blocks away if you’re looking for a cheap fuck!” The other shouted, his thumb pointed in the direction of his home.

Your were never one to go against dress code, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt this one time to find a different uniform for you to wear.

Continuing your journey, you made your way further into the heart of Seoul. The crude muttering and invidious shouting from the two men growing quieter the further you walked.

Being an angel of the Lord had its perks; you were aloud to roam heaven freely all day, everyday. You got to welcome lost souls after they’d passed, and you couldn’t feel pain through your earthly body.

You were especially glad for the last one right now.

You were unsure how far you had walked, your bare feet would have been aching, blistered and bleeding you right now if you were a mere human. But alas, you trudged forward.

With the moon held high in the night sky, there were less people on the streets now. Many of which had gone home to a hot, home cooked meal after a long day at work, or there were some just now waking up and going to their nightly timed jobs. Trying their hardest just to get by in life.

You weren’t one to complain about either. With less people on the streets, that meant less people giving you weird looks or commenting under their breath about your clothing choice.

“You stupid, fucking cat, quite pissin’ all over my stoop.” A voice shouted, followed by a box being thrown at a nearby feline that was currently running away. “You’re driving away all the customers!”

You glanced in the man’s direction, he stood in the doorway of a clothing shop with a spray bottle in hand and his shirt covering his nose. You watched briefly as he sprayed where— you assumed— the cat had done its business at before turning back inside.

Your eyes drifted from the closed door to the rest of the store; a cheesy boutique name was printed out right above the door along with a cartoon mannequin and fabric scissors. And right next to it stood a tall window with real life mannequins posing in the stores outfits.

One wore a pink, floral dress. Another a pair of jeans and dress shirt. And lastly, the one on the far end of the window wore a pair of shorts and tank top with the stores name in small print.

As if you were on auto pilot, you made your way closer to the store, stopping short in front of the big window. You glanced at each mannequin again before settling on the last one. You figured if your wings were out, then the tank top would be less constrictive against them than the other outfits.

You then made your way towards the shops door, ignoring the closed sign that glowed through the doors window and forced the door open. Immediately, alarms began to go off in the building. You ignored the blaring noise, and made your way towards the mannequins once more.

Taking the lifeless corpse away from the store window display, you began to undress the doll, leaving it naked behind the window before you went to take off your own clothes.

“Stop, don’t you move or I will shoot you.”

You turned around, glancing briefly at the same man that was yelling at the cat before continuing to pull the straps of your uniform off your shoulders. “Relax, human, I am just borrowing some of your clothing,”

“I said, don’t move.” He told, his gun clicking throughout the store as he took it off safety. “Now, the police is already on their way, so if you would kindly put the items down then I may not press charges.”

You slipped off your robe, letting it fall to the ground as you then reached for the mannequins outfit. “I mean you no harm, human.” You reassured him. “As I had said, I am merely borrowing your assets, I will return them when I am done with my mission.”

“I-“ The man stuttered briefly, his eyes glancing from your naked body to the cracked flooring at his feet. “I already told you to not move, don’t make this anymore difficult, ma’am.”

You finished slipping on the outfit, the cotton a bit more rougher against your skin than the silky robe you wore on the daily, but you weren’t about to complain to the man. “And, I have heard you, and for going against you commands, I am sorry.” You gave him a quick bow in apologies before picking up your silk uniform and straightening back up. “To give you my truth that I will return what I have borrowed from you, I will give you my uniform.” You held the clothe neatly in your hands as you made your way towards the man.

He had lowered his gun momentarily, realizing that you were clearly no threat to him, but also realizing that instead of the police that he should have called a doctor for you. He watched as you placed your silk dress on his countertop, folded neatly and laid gently before you turned back around. “When I return this uniform back to you, you will return mine back to me.” You told him, using your hands to make your gestures as you began to walk out of the store. “A pleasure doing business with you, human.” You said before you disappeared back into the streets of Seoul.

The man just stood there, his gun long forgotten in his hands, as he just stared at where you left. Confused on the interaction between the two of you and unsure on how he was supposed to explain any of this to his mother.

You walked down the sidewalk, bare feet hitting the pavement with new earnestly. Sirens yelled in the distance and a few more people had appeared on the streets than before but you ignored it all.

For you were on a mission.

And Heaven wouldn’t wait.

The home of the Saja Boys was quiet.

Normally, after a concert, someone had music on. Someone was showering with the door wide open. Someone would be making ramen noodles over the stove.

But tonight it was quiet.

No one spoke about why their demon marks were itching. No one spoke about what was making their blood run colder than it already was. No one spoke about who— or what— had just fallen from the sky.

Instead they all sat in complete and utter silence.

All five of them spread across the sunken living room, like ghosts haunting a prehistoric building.

Jinu leaned forward on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him an answer.

Mystery hadn’t moved in ten minutes.

Abby had a cool drink against his neck, not taking a sip.

Baby stared straight ahead, his phone laid forgotten on the couch next to him as he pondered, ‘what the hell is going on?’

Romance sat with his head in his hand, his throat dry and a little rough from singing. “So… we all felt it?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the spot on the ground infront of him.

“My mark burned,” Jinu spoke aloud, absentmindedly scratching at a where his mark had flared up again. “Not like fire, but like someone was running a feather and knife against my skin.”

“Mine pulsed,” Baby spoke up. “Like it was afraid of something.”

“Whatever it was, it was powerful.” Abby mumbled, moving his drink from his neck to the coffee table. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

Mystery’s voice was dry and low. “It didn’t feel like a demon.”

Jinu then glanced up, “That’s because it wasn’t. Whatever it is, we can’t be to laidback around it— no slip ups. We don’t wanna know what it will do when it catches us vulnerable.”

Silence fell over the group once more.

Thick.

Tense.

Until Romance stood up, his cocky grin plastered over his face as he made his way towards the door. “I’m going to get some air.” Was all he said as he opened the door.

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Jinu asked, wondering briefly if under all that hair of his if it’s just a skull with ears.

“Well, maybe it just wanted some autographs.”

“Romance, don’t be stupid—“ Jinu started, but the door was already closing behind him.

Romance walked down on of the streets of Seoul, his jacket pulled over his head to try and drawl less attention from fans, but still keep his pretty face visible to everyone who sees.

Neon lights shined overhead as he walked towards a few clubs, none of them fitting the certain vibe he had so he just moved from one to another.

He was humming their last track under his breath—cocky, loose, still buzzing from the stage high.

That’s when it hit him.

Pressure.

The kind that wraps around your lungs and spine. His demon mark flared beneath his skin, pulsing like a warning. Something was behind him.

He spun fast.

Too late.

A body slammed into his, driving him back into the brick wall. The wind left his lungs. A flash of silver sparked in the dark—blade. You moved like a shadow with weight, silk over steel.

He fought back.

Instinct took over. He shoved you hard, twisting out of the grip, and aimed a blow at your side—but you dodged. Not even dodged—glided, like you’d moved just far enough for his fist to pass uselessly through the air.

Another strike. Another dodge.

You moved like water. No sound. No hesitation.

“You’ve been watching me?” He grunted, low and sharp.

You didn’t answer. Just struck again— this time knocking him down onto the pavement, straddling his upper body as you pressed your angel blade against his neck.

That’s when he saw your face.

And everything stopped.

His heart stuttered in his chest. His hand, raised to strike, dropped slightly.

You were—

“Holy shit.” Was all he said.

Your skin caught the streetlight like marble. Your eyes—sharp, colorless, not quite human—glinted with heatless fire. Your expression was calm. Unreadable. You were beautiful in a way that didn’t make sense. Not soft or flirtatious—divine. Like you weren’t built for this world at all.

You were heavenly.

“Who— what are you?”

You didn’t answer, and you didn’t have too. Because one look at your blade told him enough that he needed to know. Right above the hilt at the base of the blade sat a symbol, one that every demon known about for years.

It was the symbol of heaven. The symbol of God.

You were an angel.

One of the first that he’s ever seen, and by god were you gorgeous.

“You reek of hell fire,” She said bluntly.

“Only the good kind,” Romance replied, smiling even as blood beaded under the blades pressure. The fight that he had earlier had left his body completely. Instead he had a new way of defeating you, defeating you with the power of charisma. “You always this forward on a first date?”

“This isn’t a date.”

“Oh, thank God. That would have been awkward.”

You stared at him, clearly uncertain how to respond. The blade didn’t move. Neither did you. Your breath hitched once—barely—and your gaze dropped, scanning his face as if trying to read something written beneath the skin.

“You’re one of them.” You mumbled to yourself. “But you’re not the cause.”

“Cause of what?” He asked, voice dropping an octave. “My devastating charm?”

You didn’t answer. Your grip tightened instead.

“If you do not wish to stay quiet, I will cut off your tongue.”

Romance’s grin widened.

“Only if you promise to keep it somewhere safe, Angel girl.”

A beat passed.

Your blade trembled—just for a moment. Barely noticeable. But he saw it.

You weren’t unsure of yourself.

You were confused.

Something in you didn’t know what to do next

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly, his hands coming up to trace lazy patterns on your espoused skin. “Or, should I start call calling you, ‘Holy Nightmare’?”

You blinked. Slowly.

And then you stood.

Both feet planted firmly on either side of Romance, his hand had fallen from your thigh and landed at your ankle instead. Playfully squeezing it to try and get a reaction from you.

Quietly, and without breaking eye contact with the pink haired man you told him your name.

And with a small gust of wind, your wings appeared, helping to hoist you up and away as you slowly became a speck in the eyes of Romance.

A dopey smile graced his lips as his head fell back onto the concrete. “Oh, God, what a woman.”

— A/a/n: I wrote this quick and fast because everyone is on a KPDH high and I want to be apart of it as well. Also if perspectives were kinda throwing people off just let me know, I’m trying to write in a new style so I’m just trying to figure things out. Okay… bye!

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