Theres an old saying "Some of us dont have guardian angels, because we are meant to be someones guardian angel." Kibum really loves this saying, mostly because its true. And as he falls, thats what runs through his mind.   The first thing Kibum notices on the bench, is the silver hair, shining like a beacon. Then he sees the boy who the silver hair belongs to. His feet stop moving as his eyes take in the stunning hair and the closed eyes, the sharp jawline and the built arms and chest. His lips are moving but its too soft for Kibum to hear what hes singing. Kibum takes baby steps closer, wondering who this guy is and why hes here. His voice flows on the wind, the words reaching Kibums ears softly and drawing him closer.   Hes tired of hiding himself because of his childhood, tired of pretending like hes not waiting for someone to rescue him, maybe he should just rescue himself? What if he rescues Jonghyun? Will that help himself as well? ForewordThis will be a sad two-shot, it will most likely have a happy ending, but it will have some dark childhood stories, so thats a warning to everyone! Im not gonna bother putting it in the rated m category since its only for the first part, so please just keep that in mind. I hope youll like it.