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On Tilt, Part 4 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 4

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: cussing; vulnerable confessions; explicit and suggestive sexual conversations; making out; heavy petting/groping; unbelievable amount of cheesiness and fluff--it's disgusting how these two have it so bad for each other!

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 3,570 words

A/N: I'm sorry...this came out wayyyyy cheesier than I intended. But hey, I've been writing a lot of angst lately, I wanted a change of pace! This is the song they sing to. Namjoon posted it on his IG stories a while back 🙊

ALSO!!! Please don't be a silent reader! My inbox and DMs are open. Comment, reblog, scream at me, send me an emoji--whatever. It fuels me and motivates me to continue writing! 😘

[Namjoon] 6:05PM: Can’t wait until this album is mastered and goes through print. It was fun and all but…damn, I really miss you.

His text made you grin at your screen like an idiot.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be busy. He was practically on lockdown finishing up loose ends on a couple of tracks and going through each soundwave with a fine-toothed comb.

That was how Namjoon was. He was always passionate about his work, and always wanted to constantly evolve. He loved art but was never one to be content with stagnation. He wasn’t going to be locked into four corners of a frame.

You admired that about him…but it also scared you in a way. In the back of your mind, you thought, maybe it took him a while to come around to this agreement because he didn’t want to be tied down to begin with.

It was a daunting and disappointing thought but you brush it aside when his follow-up text comes in.

[Namjoon] 6:07PM: What do you think about a quiet night-in at my place? I’ll order dinner and we can just hang out. No more boners, I promise 😇

That elicited a laugh from you. Truthfully, you didn’t mind it but you had to stick to your guns.

[You] 6:08PM: 😋 Sounds good, I can’t wait! Missed you, too.

[Namjoon] 6:10PM: I also got a new firepit installed on my balcony–totally safe, BTW. No open flame! I just push a button 😅

You laughed again.

[You] 6:10PM: Oohh cozy!

[Namjoon] 6:11PM: It is! I also got some new furniture and a blanket with our names on it.😏

[You] 6:11PM: Sounds romantic…

[Namjoon] 6:11PM: That’s the goal 😘 I’ll see you in two days.

******

“Fuck…” you croaked after coughing up icky, yellow-green mucus into the sink. This was bad, you thought. Namjoon was supposed to pick you up tonight and you woke up this morning feeling all foggy.

Yesterday, you thought the scratchy throat was brought on by allergies. You took an antihistamine before bed to stave it off. But now, you were all congested, looking like death after mere hours.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Lani asks out of concern from the other side of the bathroom door.

You open it to greet her and she looks horrified when she sees your bloodshot eyes, pale skin and overall disheveled appearance.

“Really? It’s that bad?”

“I mean…” The look of hesitation on her face all but confirmed it.

“Damn,” you groaned. “I was really looking forward to this date, too.”

Immediately, she tries to sound consoling. “You know what? I’m sure he’ll understand. It’s that time of the year, everyone’s getting sick.”

Sure, she made a fair point. She was a nurse at a hospital and she knew all too well that this year’s flu season has been particularly brutal. You were just glad that you didn’t feel bad enough to require hospital admission.

But for some reason, that thought wasn’t comforting enough. “It’s been over three weeks and I really miss him,” you whined.

Back then, you’d go long stretches without seeing Namjoon and it wasn’t a big deal. You just shrugged your shoulders and thought you’d catch each other again ‘next time.’

Lani puckered her lips comically and glanced below your waist. “Guess you’re regretting that 5-date rule right about now, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at her. “Shut up,” you dismissed her before walking past her to go back to your room.

“Girl, who cares? It’s not like you had a contract or whatever. Nobody’s taking you to court if you break your rule–”

“Yes, but I know it! And Namjoon knows it! And…”

“Okay, okay, I’m only teasing,” she backed off. “Want me to make you some chicken noodle soup before I take a nap?” Lani had been picking up extra shifts in the evenings since they had been short-staffed at the hospital.

While soup sounded good, the concept of sinking yourself back under your covers seemed more appealing.

“Nah, you go and sleep. I’ll order from the food app or something. I just had a little bit of yogurt before I took my cold medicine.”

“Alright. Just set an alarm every 3.5 hours, if you want to stay on top of it,” she yawns.

******

“Joon, I can’t tonight…”

Delete.

“I woke up sick, can we resche–”

Delete.

“Ugh, why is this so hard? Just be straight with him,” you say to yourself before finally typing up a text to Namjoon.

You checked your watch again. Around this time, he was on a plane coming back from a schedule. You couldn’t afford to wait a few more hours until he landed because he’d be coming straight from the airport to your place.

[You] 10:15AM: I know that we were really looking forward to tonight but I just came down with the flu. I feel like crap and I don’t want to get you sick. Can we do a raincheck in a few days?

You send it off and sink back into your blankets to doze off.

******

Somewhere between naps, you are awakened by the smell of food. You checked your watch for the time–it was too late for lunch and still early for dinner. You figured Lani ended up making you soup…she was such a saint. You didn’t deserve her love!

Next, you reached for your phone to check for calls. There were a couple of ‘hope you feel better’ emails from your team and a voicemail from Jia saying that she could drop off stuff at your door if you ever needed anything.

Oddly, there was nothing from Namjoon even though the notification below the text that you sent to him indicated that he read it over two hours ago.

You felt crestfallen that he didn’t even acknowledge it. You wanted to send a follow-up text to ask about his trip but thought you’d go and have a couple of bites to eat so you could take your next dose of cold medicine.

You wandered out into the kitchen, fully expecting to catch Lani as she headed out the door for work.

Your coughing announced your presence. “That smells good. Are you…" You are stopped dead in your tracks. "Joon?”

He turned around with the biggest grin on his face. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“W-wait, what are you…I thought–” You stuttered.

“You think you can get rid of me that easily?” He chuckled.

You laughed hoarsely. “I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. As you can see,” you open up your arms, as if presenting yourself to him, “I don’t look so hot right now.”

He took two strides and rounded the kitchen counter to get to you. “Do you think I care about that? I was looking forward to spending time with you and I wanted to do everything I could to make that happen.”

You wanted to swoon on the spot…until you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a face mask.

“But wait…you’ll get sick?”

He laughed softly, curling his arms around your waist. “I’ll be fine, baby. The whole group just got over a virus–and it missed me!”

You scoffed. “Oh, right–and with my luck, it’ll be me giving it to you.”

He shook his head, giving your hips a light squeeze. “You won’t. Aren’t you glad to see me?” He pouted his lips.

His subtle gesture made your belly flutter and your cheeks warm up. Glad to know that everything was still in good working order, you thought.

You gave a small smile. “Yes, of course.”

He flashed his dimple before kissing your forehead.

Taking your hand to urge you towards the kitchen, he says, “C’mon, I brought something that I thought might help you feel better.”

You took two steps before, realization sank in. “Hold on–how did you get in? Is Lani still here?” You’d been asleep for hours.

“No but I called her and,” he hesitates for a beat, “I…kind of… met her…at her workplace to borrow her keys?” He drags out slowly.

You eyed him suspiciously.

“She was cool with it and all she asked me to do was leave the key up on the lip of the doorframe so she could get in tomorrow morning.”

With a soft sigh, you nodded, appreciating the effort. Your eyes suddenly shift towards the kitchen, remembering what brought you out here in the first place. “D-did you cook?” These were words you never thought you’d ask him.

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “I wish but I don’t think you or Lani would forgive me if I burned your place down. I ordered some takeout–” He says, walking over to the counter, the bags finally coming into view. “I thought you might like some chicken pho?”

You couldn’t deny, that sounded amazing.

Sensing your acquiescence, he urges you to sit at the breakfast bar while he pours soup and noodles into bowls for both of you.

You asked if you could sit on the couch instead since you were feeling woozy and your warm throw blanket was calling your name.

“Wherever you feel comfortable,” he replies. “I got some imperial rolls, too–I remembered that you liked them.”

“I do.” You smiled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness.

It’s been years since you both went out for good Vietnamese food. You registered the familiar green takeout bags on the counter. To most people, it looked like generic to-go bags but you recognize them coming from the hole-in-the-wall place that you and Namjoon used to go to.

After settling comfortably on the couch, he comes around, bowls in both hands and sets them on the coffee table in front of you. He turns back around to bring the pho add-ins along with the deep-fried eggrolls.

He takes the spot next to you and hands you a pair of chopsticks, which you accept. While he busies himself with the basil and lime, you couldn’t help but stare at him.

He turned his head in your direction. “You want some sriracha–what? Why are you staring?” he chuckled in curiosity.

“Nothing, I just…” at a loss for words, you just smiled, “Thank you.”

He gazed at you for a few seconds before responding, “You’re welcome. C’mon, eat up.”

******

After dinner, you tidied up together. Namjoon had music playing on your bluetooth speaker. As you reach for the rinsed dish that he held out for you to put on the rack to dry, he surprises you by grabbing your hand instead and deftly setting the bowl on the counter. A couple of pushes of a button on his phone with his free hand, he turned up the song’s volume.

Catching you around the waist, he pulls you close to him into a dance. You giggle as he sings along to the song that you recognize.

You can't disguise all the pounding of your heart, yeah I see your eyes And you can't hide

You laugh when he hits the falsetto but he’s too into it to stop.

Start to make sense and quit playing These love games… Tell me what you're gonna do, yeah

You join him when the chorus hits, dancing along to the beat. When the music dropped for the bridge, he pulls away slightly and then squints his eyes at you. He enunciates every word emphatically.

I just want to know one thing Will you be with me?

Hearing the words in his rich baritone made you catch your lower lip with your teeth. You grinned and matched his enthusiasm when you sang the rest of the words to him.

Here comes my darlin’ Here comes romance Here comes my lovin’, please honey will you dance

You pull him back closer to you, grinding against his body as the music swells again.

Then, he threw his head back dramatically to sing the chorus, “Quit breaking my heaaaaartttt…” You both burst out laughing as his voice cracks at the note that was clearly out of his vocal range.

When you calmed down, you looked up into his face. He was watching you with dark, glittering eyes.

“I love hearing you laugh like that,” he said, and you knew he wanted treasured memories like that between you. “It makes me think that I’m doing something right.”

“You are,” you assured him, even as your throat tightened at the sight of his yearning.

“I want to be that person who always puts a smile on your face.”

Slowly, you bring your hand up to cup his nape. “You already do.” With that, you pulled his mouth down to yours. As your lips touched, he hugged you so tightly your feet lifted off the floor.

This relationship may not have started out for the right reasons. You were both young and impulsive back then.

But now, you were both trying hard to better yourselves for each other. Here was a man who wanted you both to work as desperately as you did. You were finally on the same page.

******

“The girl did it,” you blurted out decisively.

Namjoon’s fingertips paused from drawing circles around your abdomen. “What? No way!”

You were sprawled lengthwise on the couch, watching Forensic Files. He was spooned behind you, his chin on your shoulder and his legs tangled with yours.

“I’m telling you…classic sociopath,” you told him matter-of-factly.

He scoffed. “I think it was the grandma.”

You gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh my god!” You tilted your head to look back at him. “She’s clearly only protecting her granddaughter!”

He grinned and smacked a kiss on your cheek. “Wanna bet on who’s right?”

You snorted. “Sorry, I’m not a gambler.”

“Aw, come on…” He rose up on his elbow to look down at you.

You tutted. “Nope! Besides, I know I’m right. I’ve seen enough of these shows to figure out a pattern.”

As you scooted closer to him, you felt his crotch against the curve of your bottom. He wasn’t hard, but that didn’t stop him from gaining your attention. Curiously, you reached behind you and cupped him.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “Is there anything we can do for you?”

You laughed as you withdrew your hand. “I’m just checking to see if everything is still in its place. You’ve been on your best behavior considering we’re in a tricky position.”

“Maybe because I don’t want to push you too far and scare you off.” Namjoon’s eyes glittered from the light of the TV screen.

“How considerate of you.”

He nuzzled his nose against your temple. “I’m willing to wait however long. Five, ten, twenty dates…whatever you want.”

You wriggled your body to face him. “What about what you want?”

“I thought I made it clear last time that I only wanted you?”

You try to stifle a smile but are spectacularly failing at it. “What if I decided to scrap our no-sex agreement,” you whispered. Your pointer and middle fingers did a ‘walking’ motion up on his chest. “Would you think I was being too easy?”

He watched your fingers then shifted his eyes back to look into yours. “I’d be too busy thinking how lucky I was to have the privilege.” He traced your eyebrow with the tip of his finger.

You seriously considered it. Lani was right, it wasn’t like breaking your agreement would have any legal repercussions. You were both adults!

You cleared your throat in an attempt to strengthen your resolve. “Could we settle with a makeout session for the time being?”

“Make out? What are we, in junior high?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against you. It was a husky, deep tone, your toes curled at the sound of it.

You pushed at his shoulder. “Come on! Nobody makes out anymore. Everyone just wants to get right into fucking. Don’t you miss that feeling of being so into each other but aren’t quite ready to go all the way yet?”

He slow-blinks at you, wondering what point you were trying to make.

“You know, when I was in the 8th grade, there was this boy—“

“I’m going to need to stop you right there,” he cuts you off. “I really do not want to think about other people kissing you.”

You purse your lips and apologize. “I’m sorry…” Your hands crept under his shirt, gliding over his warm skin. Your lips moved against his jawline. “So…does that mean that you don’t want to suck face?”

“Baby, I’ll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on,” he answers point-blank.

“Why don’t we start here for now,” You tap your finger against your lips and he takes them, sealing his mouth softly over yours. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside, licking and teasing.

You burrowed into him, moaning when he shifted to lie half over you.

Your hands slid up and down his back, your leg lifting to hook over his hip. You caught his lower lip between your teeth and licked the curve with the tip of your tongue.

The low growl he let out made you wet.

Your back arched as his hand slid underneath the hem of your hoodie and captured your bare breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Are you sure you didn’t plan this,” he murmured. He kissed his way to your temple, and then buried his nose in your hair. “You’re making it really hard to last through two more dates.”

You pull away from him briefly. “Listen–I had no idea that you were coming over, okay,” you argued. “I didn’t know I had to be in proper underwear around you.”

He chuckled at your defensiveness. “I’m kidding,” he plants a quick kiss on your lips. “Can we just continue making out?”

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “You’re lucky, you’re cute.” You pushed past his joggers to squeeze his butt. The heat of his skin and his natural scent was a heady mix for you. It made you feel drunk with lust and need.

His mouth covered yours and you fisted at his hair, urging him closer to you with your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“I want you so much,” he rasped in between kisses.

You moaned in agreement, your mouth moving feverishly against his.

Namjoon held you with one hand at your nape and the other at your waist. Settling over you, he aligned himself against you and rolled his hips to your center.

“Mm, that felt so good,” you groaned, nails digging into his flesh while your insides clenched.

“Imagine how much better it would feel inside you,” he purred.

You nipped at his lower lip, giggling. “Are you trying to convince me to go all the way?”

“I can slide right in,” He sucked gently on your throat, making your core tremble hungrily. “You don’t even have to do anything. You can just lay back and watch me do all the work.”

It was incredibly tempting. He was rock-hard and you were primed and ready for him. All he needed to do was hook his finger to your leggings’ waistband.

You playfully puckered your lips and arched an eyebrow at him. “Hmm…I don’t know. I’m not that kind of girl anymore.”

His hand squeezed your hip bone, eliciting a light squeal from you.

Brushing his mouth over yours, he whispered, “If you don’t like it once it’s in you, I promise I’ll pull right out.”

You scrunch your face humorously at him. “Do people still fall for that line?”

He stared back at you in all seriousness. “You know I’d never feed you lines. I mean every word.”

You gripped the curves of his butt and rocked up against him, making him purr in excitement. Reveling in his playfulness, you teased, “And do you say that to all of the girls?”

His eyebrows knitted. “What other girls?”

“Oh, you know…” you sighed, “You’re Kim Namjoon, international idol. All these women, screaming for you to walk into their waiting arms.”

“You say that, and yet, I’m here in yours,” he lifted his head, his fingertips brushed the hair from your temple, “...where I belong.”

His words hit you like a freight train. You swallowed hard and whispered, “Fuck, what a line! Fine, go ahead and put it in.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathy laugh warming your cheeks. “It’s unbelievable how crazy I am about you.”

You smiled back. “Well, believe it, because I am, too.”

You spent the rest of the night kissing and groping each other like horny teenagers but never went all the way. There was just something thrilling about that youthful, almost forbidden intimacy.

Hours later, you fell asleep in each other’s arms on your bed. You woke the next morning to the sound of his phone going off—work was calling and he had to leave.

As he prepares to head out, he tucks you back securely under your covers, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

When he pulls away, you utter, “Hmmm...I love you,” in the midst of your cold medicine-induced haze.

Before he could respond, you drowsily rolled over onto your side and fell back to sleep. You would wake up nearly an hour later, completely unaware of your words or whether he said anything back.

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Pecattiphilia— Part 2 | PJM

"Pecattiphilia is the sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin."

✽ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✽ Genre: Angel Au, angst, fluff, future smut, this is a slow burn!

✽ Rated: R for Rebel

✽ Series Warnings: This series will include discussion of religious aspects such as the afterlife and concepts of heaven and hell (There are no direct ties to any specific religion besides the mention of angels and demons— all aspects of religion was created by me for this series), this series includes a lot of violence (sometimes graphic depictions) and possible gore, and mentions of sin (particularly revolving around sexual topics)

✽ Chapter Specific Warnings: action scenes, Jimin’s got some nsfw thoughts, this chapter’s kinda heavy

✽ Word Count: 9.7k

✽ Summary: Jimin is sent to watch over you and as the years go by he gets more and more curious and sometimes just wishes he could get to know you. But he knows that’s forbidden, it's sin. However, a freak accident somehow causes Jimin and your eyes to meet for the first time with purpose. He knows it shouldn’t happen but he doesn’t want to break away. He wants you to look at him, wants you to touch him, wants you to be with him. The problem is none of this should have happened in the first place… what’s happening to him?

✽ Now Playing…: Sin City by Chrishan (slowed), Have Mercy by Chlöe, Blood Sweat and Tears by BTS

✽ Author’s Note: First publishing of the year! Hope y'all had a good holiday season despite everything that's happening at the moment... Wishing everyone an amazing 2022! And sorry, updates are slow but I’m workin :,)

✽ Betas: Thank you so much @jessikahathaway and @jjksblackgf for reading this over for me!!

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

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You didn’t get much sleep that night. It would be a little weird if you did.

So much happened to you. Your mind was spinning, still wondering if everything you experienced was real. You tried to convince yourself by every possible means that this was all some kind of really weird dream and all would be normal when you wake up.

Every minute of your day was more real than you could have imagined. But you didn’t know that, or more like you didn’t want to know that.

If it was real it means you nearly died and a man manifested out of nowhere into your apartment who was currently sleeping on your bed.

You wanted there to be an answer, an explanation, anything to make sense of this. The impossible has happened. You, of all beings in the universe, had experienced the impossible.

So many questions were bouncing around in your head but one shined more than the others.

What was going to happen in the morning? What the fuck was going to happen once he wakes up? You were worried, concerned, but worst of all, you were scared. You were literally fearing for your life as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was so loud, filled with a dread you couldn’t describe. It was worse than earlier, facing your mortality was one thing, but it really felt like you made it to the end of the line.

He was here for a reason. Despite his angelic appearance your mind couldn’t help but take a dark turn.

It was because of all of this that you were able to see the sky light up, turning from a starry void to a light blue hue, and the sun slowly began to peek through your windows. You didn’t really fall asleep, more so passed out eventually at some point in time.

Even that was a stretch.

Your mind was plagued with nightmares the entire time you were out.

There was one time. You thought you woke up to find Jimin standing right above you, just staring, waiting, ready to drag you back to wherever he came from.

It was a hell unlike no other.

You were only able to sleep for 3 hours before your eyes shot wide open. You quickly checked your phone and saw it was 10:30. You looked around and saw your apartment as lifeless as it typically was.

Was it all a dream?

You hurriedly got up and went to your room. As soon as you saw the door was slightly closed your heart dropped, a quick peek inside was all you needed to reaffirm that yesterday happened.

There Jimin was, your comforter barely covering his frame. His torso was almost fully on display, he laid in a way that made it obvious how amazing his physique was, and your eyes couldn’t help but trail down further to his toned thighs. The only thing that was left to the imagination was where it mattered, but you couldn’t stress this enough, it just barely covered things up.

Holy shit what were you doing?!

You quickly evaded your eyes and closed the door behind you.

There’s a naked man in your room. Last night wasn’t a dream.

Oh boy…

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Jimin awoke to a loud bang. His eyes shot open and almost like an instinct he sat up and looked around. That’s when he felt it, an intense throbbing in his head.

He didn’t think about it at all and was so worried about what happened to you that he got up without thinking and fell straight on his face. He heard hurried footsteps and what shocked him so much was you, you… you were looking at him.

“Jimin?!” You panicked.

Did—Did you just say his name?

Jimin slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes. You were looking at him…

You got down on the ground to help him up. “Are you ok? What happened?”

“You can see me?”

“Yes I can, we went through this yesterday– You remember yesterday right?” As soon as you said that he thought back to the previous day and the memories slowly started to come back. He remembered going to sit with you on the couch when everything went black, suddenly he was looking up at you and you were looking back at him, the sickness, the nausea, everything it all came back.

“I do… I–” Jimin had to lean back, that stupid headache making it a bit hard to sit straight but the information was too much to take in as well. What the fuck is happening to him?

It hit him. Whatever it was way more serious than what it initially appeared. Jimin somehow managed to manifest into the normal plane, completely out of his control, he was sick, he went to sleep. Angels don’t fall asleep for fucks sake. He has never slept in all the time since he awakened.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” You asked, noticing he was starting to breathe heavily.

“Y/n this is bad, this is so bad. I don’t know what’s happening to me?!” Jimin panicked and you knew he was on the verge of breakdown.

This may have not been the smartest decision, but you pulled him into an embrace. “Hey it’s going to be ok. We’ll figure this out.”

Will you? Jimin couldn’t even feel the angelic energy coursing through his veins anymore. He knew it was there, but it was so diminished he could hardly sense his other half.

“Y/n you don’t understand–”

“You’re right I don’t understand, but I do understand that you aren’t well. I can’t have you getting yourself worked up and making whatever’s wrong worse.” You could still feel how warm he was.

This couldn’t be real, none of this. You, your arms around him. Jimin was too sick to think clearly, but all he wanted to do was feel you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tightly. This didn’t feel real whatsoever.

Isolation, screaming in a void from the world being unfair, now he can touch you. Has his prayers been answered, was this real?

Holding you close like this finally made him realize he was still very much so naked. He pushed you back slightly before grabbing a hold of the sheets to cover himself. He could practically feel the words on his wrist burning.

It wasn’t here, he could feel it, but he knew that his other half would have been scolding him already for being this way. This is an emergency situation and all he can focus on was how nice your body felt against his.

It was sin.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry… I just ran in here without thinking.” You apologized. “I’ll give you some time to put your clothes back on. I was actually making us breakfast if you think you can eat.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out there.” Jimin gave you a soft smile. Did he eat? No, like everything else he hasn’t been hungry since he died for the last time. He would eat occasionally, but was there ever a need? No, never. Today though it was weird, he wasn’t starving by any means, but that urge was there. Just another thing to worry about…

You got up to get things ready but your feet stopped you before you made it out the door. “Hey Jimin…”

He hummed as he hopped back on the bed.

“What are you…? You're not here to hurt me, right?”

Jimin looked at you like you were crazy. “As your guardian angel, the last thing I would want to do is hurt you.” The name made him cringe, that wasn’t exactly what he was but it was always the simplest way to get humans to understand what he does.

“Why are you here?”

“Something’s wrong with me… I don’t know how I ended up here.” He couldn’t lie to you, especially since this involves you as well. You were in danger now because of this fluke.

You turned around and smiled before walking out and closing the door behind you.

…

You’re in danger because of him. If he’s not watching over you then…

Jimin hurriedly got dressed before bursting the door. You were standing there with a plate in hand as you were moving it to the counter.

“Jimin what’s–” He shushed you as he scanned around the room. Something was off, very very off. He waited a few seconds, feeling, knowing they were here. They would have to be here, you were a human unguarded. The amount of activity from them during the short breaks guardians would take sometimes was astounding.

Jimin’s had that position sometimes and it was even busier than when he’d be watching over a human himself. Those breaks would only last a few minutes in the normal plane, but Jimin’s been out for 12 hours at least.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

“Y/n don’t move.”

“Why–”

That’s when he felt it, that slit ripple in the fabric of this plane. The evil trying to climb through, it was slight but massive in comparison to what he would normally feel.

Jimin grabbed his handle from his pocket.

“Y/n get down, don’t look up no matter what, ok. Stay behind the counter.” You didn’t think twice and dropped to your feet.

How he was going to do this was far beyond him. His angelic energy was diminished to a degree he had never seen before, he was as good as human, but it’s one thing he knows for sure that will allow him to make it through this alive is you. He’s not letting these monsters anywhere near you.

He swore to protect you, shitty feeling or not he will see that promise through.

No matter what.

Jimin turned the rings on his handle and it split in half, forming two smaller handles, which then formed with angelic light became two small smgs. His diminished angelic energy didn’t allow for anything more. He was going to find a way, he trained and defeated enemies with less.

Jimin took a deep breath. The rift was getting even bigger and you, his human, you were terrified. You were never meant to see this. He gathered up the anger and by using his wings to push himself forward, he was able to break through the rift.

It was worse than what he thought. In this endless, white void it was filled with horrendous creatures hording around the rift, with their target all being you. Now that he’s gone through, it was even easier for them to break out. He had to defeat them.

Jimin lifted the guns, quickly analyzing the best course of action to handle this situation. Most would lead to being overtaken, and others he knew he didn’t have the energy to pull it off. There was only one that gave him some sort of fighting chance.

He aimed at the one in the center, the quick shots of light were able to take it down relatively quickly. The shots aggravated the horde and Jimin quickly flew up to avoid being crushed. The distraction was enough, and even though he was wobbly, he managed to fly behind the herd. From there he took out a few of the larger ones in the back that would be too hard for him in this state to take on by hand. It was the last final push before he turned the dials on his guns and brought them together again to form a handle with light beams coming from both ends.

This was a hard conjugation, but he needed melee. A greater distance would be better but he didn’t have the energy to keep shooting. He’s already taken out the most worrisome ones, the weaker ones were the only ones to remain now. The risk comes now, while there were only smaller weaker opponents left, the amount he had to defeat was immense. Hundreds probably swarmed him from all angles.

His head hurt like crazy and it was taking everything in his power to keep this conjugation going, but he was going to do this. You were right on the other side of that rift, he had to take them down.

They swarmed, charging toward him, while Jimin got in his battle stance. Ignoring the throbbing in his head, he took the staff and as soon as they got into distance he started swinging. All it took was one touch of the light to see the creatures burn, shrivel up, and die. He was strategic, using his eons worth of training to keep them at a reasonable distance. He conserved energy when needed and used it when he must. Despite the odds, Jimin was skilled, one of the best fighters of the human reincarnates.

Celine and Atara used to say it was because of their teachings as before… well before they were also some of the best. Jimin knew the real reason though. There was something so satisfying about crucifying your enemy, hearing it scream, wail, squirm, seeing its dark flesh burn with purity before turning into ash.

Jimin liked it so much he worked harder to make sure he could hear it every time.

This time things were different. There was no way none of these demonic hell spawns would ever make it to you. You were his pure flower, Jimin’s hard work over the years has made it so you were hardly tainted. Whatever this ailment was, there was no way it was going to come in the way of protecting you from these monsters.

Jimin fought with an intensity he knew he didn’t have the energy for, but these demons were making him upset and they were going to feel it.

After a little while, he made it toward the less of them. All it took was a couple more swings and all that surrounded him was piles of ash. Jimin let himself fall to the ground, the effects of the battle finally taking its toll. His head hurt so much, a throbbing even worse than before echoed in his head.

You were fine, that’s all that matters.

Jimin turned toward the rift ready to assess the damage, it was so large that he knew it would need a little bit of repairing, but his eyes widened to find he missed one. Instead of heading for him, it was going straight toward the rift.

It was right there.

Jimin used all his energy to fly over as quickly as he could. It was practically at the rift before Jimin grabbed its wings and threw it on the ground.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jimin’s voice was calm but all he could feel was rage. How dare it try and get to you?

The creature made a weird sound as Jimin got on top of it. It was clear the slam on the ground stunned it, but that didn’t stop him from taking a seat right on its chest.

This creature was weird looking like all of the rest of them. Its face was distorted, eyes where they shouldn’t be, mouths where they shouldn’t be, and its face was in the shape of a flower. It had a long neck, with a thin tiny body, short legs, and little wings on the back. It was awful.

“How dare you try and touch her…” Rage, malice filled his voice. Jimin held it down, making sure to stare it right in the face.

“You disgusting creature, trying to go after what’s mine.”

Jimin grabbed his handle, turned the dials to make a small knife from the light. He brought it over his head.

“How dare you…” He brought it down, slamming the knife right in its face. It screamed. He took it back out and did it again, and again, and again…

“HOW DARE YOU!!!” Jimin screamed into the void. He kept going until all that was left of the creature of a pile of black. The knife wasn’t enough to burn the creature, but it did lose its form.

Jimin could see it, once the creature had melted down, and all that remained was a black tar-like substance, he could see that look in his eye. He went too far, didn't he?

He didn’t think too much about it though and got up, he managed to crucify what remained of the creature and it was finally then, after one good look around was he able to breathe again. He did it. Everything was going to be ok.

Jimin fell to his knees, the throbbing getting even worse. He’s so tired…

After a few minutes he was able to pick himself back up and examine the rift. It was going to need his help to close it.

Jimin sat down, unable to stand at this point. He brought his hands together before slowly pulling them apart again to form a tiny string at the center of his palms. After it was long enough, he broke it off his hands and started to get to work. He was literally sewing together space and time. He didn’t do much, the pain in his head only allowing him to do the bear minimum before calling it a day.

The rift was all but gone to any other eye, but Jimin could see through the cracks and wished he could have done a better job. You though, were waiting on the other side and he was this close to collapsing.

Jimin crawled a good distance away before outstretching his wings again. With a good running start, he took charge straight for the rift easily able to make it past his needle work. Normally he liked to do this from the other side, but he didn’t want you to see him work on it, that would be too much for your eyes. Some might wonder, well how did he make it past if it was closed but angelic presence is able to transform into something small enough that it can fit past what demonic creatures can’t. It still would have been better to do it on the other side, but…

Your eyes stared straight ahead at the fridge that was right in front of you. You stayed still like Jimin asked, you never looked, you didn’t want to look but you definitely heard.

It was faint, very very faint, but you know you heard it. Screams. They sounded like they were in so much pain, a pain you didn’t even want to think about. You hoped it was whatever Jimin told you to be careful of, but at some point, you feared if Jimin was the one causing something to scream like that.

Nothing should ever scream like that…

Your mind was wandering and you were startled once you heard a crash happen behind the counter. Your body stilled and you felt like your heart would stop until you heard the quiet groan of Jimin.

You peaked your head around the corner to see Jimin struggling to get up off the floor, those beautiful wings you thought you dreamed were back, blood soaked his shirt, and the markings all over his skin glowed.

“Jimin?” You hesitantly said. He turned toward you and you were even more shocked to find that one of his eyes had changed to an enchanting blue color that seemed to glow.

What the fuck happened?

You got up slowly and made your way over.

“What—“

“It’s fine. Don’t worry, they’re gone.” He said, falling to the floor.

“I was going to say, what happened to you?”

His eyes locked on with yours.

“You seem… different, not to mention the blood…” You tried to smile, but in all honesty you were terrified.

Your question seemed to stun him.

“I took care of it. Just… a few battle scars, doesn’t even hurt…” His speech was starting to slur and you saw his eyes quickly closing. You hurried over and managed to catch him before his head hit the ground.

Things began to fade quickly after. The wings were gone, the markings went back to looking like tattoos, you even saw before his eyes closed, the blue one had returned back to brown.

Oh gosh… What are you going to do now?

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Jimin’s eyes shot wide open, he quickly checked his surroundings to find that it had gotten dark and you were nowhere to be found. One quick look down the hall confirmed you were in the shower.

Jimin let himself relax knowing you were ok. It was then that he noticed a blanket had been nicely placed over his form and you had somehow managed to move him to the couch. His shirt was gone as well, but he noticed it was folded neatly on the coffee table. He hurriedly put it on before he could think about it too much.

He couldn’t ignore the way his heart seemed to skip two beats just thinking about you taking care of him. You cared, fuck, what was he doing?

This shouldn’t be happening.

Jimin stared up at the ceiling. He groaned at the cruelty of the situation. He’s finally living out his dream, but this shouldn’t be happening.

The only reason why he hasn’t wiped your memory and gone back to headquarters was the literal fact he couldn’t at the moment. Crossing planes takes a lot of energy, it’s another reason why angels don’t come to the normal plane unless it is assigned or they plan on staying for a while. It’s a bit of a task even in tip top condition, but whatever caused his power to drain, got it so low that he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.

The good news was now he could feel it slowly starting to come back. It was weird, but whatever happened during that fight kick started it, and now he was ever so slightly able to feel his energy getting stronger. It was slow, probably is going to take a few days at least to return to normal levels, but at least it’s going somewhere.

Jimin worried though. He couldn’t fight anymore. He couldn’t.

That fight had drained him so much, there was no way he would be able to do it again. That was only half a day's worth of his post being unattended, but a few days would surely cause a literal tear and you would become horribly corrupted.

You wouldn’t even notice, but Jimin would see those horrible creatures he’d been fighting merge with your body. If a few hours can cause a buildup like that, a few days worth might corrupt your soul to the point you would be destined for hell.

Not on his watch.

What was he going to do?

Jimin sighed, letting the silence give him space to think.

….

…

Oh!

A blessing would work! It would ward away those nasty creatures long enough for Jimin to recover and return to his post. There was a problem though… Blessings need to be authorized.

They were only used for special case scenarios, a direct order from a higher up. Out of all the souls Jimin’s looked over, he could count on one hand the amount of blessings he’s handed out.

They would understand right? Eventually when he makes it back to headquarters he would recount the weird occurrence and Jimin would explain the blessing was out of necessity to protect you.

Right… it was simple, they would understand. He didn’t really have much of a choice…

It was a few minutes later that you came out of the bathroom. You had changed for bed, with a towel around your neck. It was another one of those moments that despite the desperate situation, he was reminded once again of his stupid feelings for you.

There’s something wrong with him.

Your attention turned to him after you closed the door behind you.

“Jimin! You’re finally up again!” You smiled and made your way over to the couch. It was fake, you were scared of him, he knew that.

“I… I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He could tell by the look on your face that you weren’t expecting him to say that.

“Don’t even try and say you aren’t scared, I know. I don’t blame you from what you saw today. You were never meant to see any of this.” He felt bad. It was because of his fuck up that you were in this situation in the first place.

You took a seat beside him.

“I will admit, all of this has been a lot… A lot, a lot actually. I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around everything and that’s why I’m so afraid. It’s nothing against you, don’t blame yourself. You seem just as confused as I am, you’re probably scared too.” You reached out and put your hand on top of his with that sweet smile on your face. It was genuine.

This was awful. Jimin doesn’t have a body, what you’re seeing is what he wants you to see. He isn’t human at all, but somehow you manage to make his nonexistent heart skip a couple beats. This was dangerous…

You were right. He was scared.

“I don’t know how you’re making it. You’re always so brave.” You smiled at the compliment.

“You speak like we’ve known each other…?” You giggled.

“We do… or I know you at least. I’ve watched over you for a little while now— uh not in the weird way! That sounds so creepy, but like… I’ve protected you from afar.” Jimin tried to save the situation, but he just made himself more and more flustered.

That was a lie, he’s definitely overstepped what he should have seen on more than a few occasions.

You laughed at this. “I don't think there's a way to not make that sound creepy, but I know what you mean. Thank you, for protecting me that is…”

Jimin could have melted right there.

“I guess I got a glimpse of it earlier, but if you’re seriously going through all that all the time for me… you’re amazing. I don’t think there are words to really tell you how grateful I am.” You smiled and you definitely saw him staring at you like an idiot.

The burning was back, even worse than before. Sin, you were so much sin. Jimin held his wrist tightly as he watched you speak, the burning getting worse and worse with each word.

“I… thank you, no one really thanks us like that, until well… but I’m happy to serve you. You’re… you’re amazing.” It hurt at this point at how much the word burned on his wrist. What was he doing…

You smiled again, your face getting hot at the compliment.

Jimin knew this. He knew everything. Oh fuck, this was so bad.

He cleared his throat. “Well um, about protecting you… What I fought earlier will come back and I’m not really in the condition to fight them. I’m getting better, I can feel it, but I have a proposition to protect you in the meantime…” You looked at him intrigued as he spoke.

“I’m all ears~”

“Uh— well, I could bless you. The blessing would take a lot of my energy, but it would be powerful enough to make sure those things don’t come after you till I can get back to my position. Does that sound ok?”

You looked away, thinking for a second. “Sounds good!”

“Are you fine with me staying here with you? This would set me back a few days, but I should be better hopefully within the next week.” You didn’t think about it this time.

“Of course you can stay! Who am I to turn you away~” You laughed at the thought and he couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward. “Alright, bless me Mr. Angel~” You said happily and waited.

Seeing you like that in front of him made Jimin remember exactly how he does this. His face suddenly turned 50 shades of red and those 3 letters were burning harder then ever.

“I, uh, I probably should have explained how I do it before I had you agree…” Jimin was suddenly extremely embarrassed and even you seemed to pick up on this.

“Uh, it’s not gonna hurt right?” You asked wearily.

“No! No, not at all, just ummm…” Oh fuck, oh fuck… This was so much easier when they couldn’t see him. This made everything 10x more awkward.

“Me— uh— In order to bless you, I uh… need to…”

“What is it?” You finally cut in.

“Kissyourcheek—“ The words finally came out. His face was so red at this point, you would have thought he just asked to have sex with you. For fucks sake, it wasn’t even on the mouth, but for him this was almost just as bad. It was sin, sin with a purpose, but still sin nonetheless considering who’s the recipient.

“Is that— uh— is that ok?” He asked timidly.

His shyness seemed to be affecting you as well as you as you got all hot when he said it.

“That’s fine, I mean, yeah if that’s how you do it, go for it.” You eventually smiled. You turned your head a little and closed your eyes once again.

Jimin felt his own face heat up and the sin on his wrist burn. It’s fine, just don’t think about it.

He kept his grip tight on his wrist as he leaned in. If anyone would have been watching they would have thought they were shooting for some kdrama at the level of intensity he was making this quick kiss on the cheek seem.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Jimin’s lips finally connected with your cheek and you couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered at the feeling. His lips were soft and you didn’t know if it was the blessing or this is just what a kiss from an angel feels like, but an electric feeling of warmth spread throughout your entire body. It was nice… comfort, a warm hug in a way no normal person could give.

Jimin pulled away and lingered a little too close to your face for too long. His eyes looked right into yours before drifting further to land on your lips. He wanted to so bad…

It was one of those intrusive thoughts. Your lips on his, making out like crazy, with your hands all over him… you would feel and taste so good. Later he would have those same pretty lips around his…

Ok. Ok, he’s actually lost his damn mind.

The pain in his wrist was too much at this point.

Jimin hurriedly pulled away fully and made sure to avoid your eyes. An awkwardness quickly fell over the room.

“Uh, was that it?” You finally asked.

“Yep, you’ll be protected now.”

Silence…

“Ummm, did you want something to eat? I was gonna give you breakfast earlier, but, well, you know what happened. I can make us dinner!” You offered.

Jimin looked over.

‘Us…’

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually.” Jimin smiled.

And so you got to work. Jimin took a seat at your little table and in between a little small talk, soon you were opening your steamer to reveal the Korean dumplings you made.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he could practically feel you beaming at your creation. You happily served him a plate and eagerly awaited his reaction.

One bite in and he swore he died and came back. It was the first time he’s eaten something with a purpose and it made everything seem different.

“This is amazing…” He made sure to tell you and you couldn’t be happier.

Jimin was in a good mood and managed to shake away that awkwardness that still lingered. A quick look at the time told him that the show you always watch was about to come on. He made sure to let you know and you eagerly turned it on and this sparked conversation as the both of you were finally able to rant to each other about the content.

It's like something he would have dreamt of. You, this, normal…

The night really ended like a dream. The both of you asleep on the couch as the tv continued to play with a marathon of another show the both of you like. It was too normal, a dream, a dream that wasn’t meant to be his….

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

The next few days were uneventful. They were normal, which in Jimin’s case, was horrible. He started to get a little too comfortable being here with you. At some point in time he forgot, or more so, willingly ignored the fact that he was your guardian.

He was enjoying this fake reality a little too much.

It was a chance to see what could have been if he were human too and by your side. You were so sweet and attentive, caring for him even after he said he didn’t need it anymore.

Slowly but surely he started to lose the need to eat and sleep again. It was kinda funny how normally this would be a sign he was getting worse, but it was quite the opposite. He was going back to normal, his normal.

That still didn’t stop him from enjoying the moments when you’d give him food with the intention of making sure he gets better. You’d spend all night watching all the shows that Jimin would sit beside you and watch all without you knowing. The day would end with a good night's sleep. You would make it to your bed most of the time, but sometimes you would fall asleep right beside him on the couch just like that first night.

When he didn’t need to sleep anymore, that didn’t stop him from forcing himself to close his eyes to pretend. He wanted to keep this illusion going for as long as possible. It’s a feeling of normalcy that Jimin never craved till he met you.

Never once did he have a desire to be human again till you came into his life, and this, whatever this mistake was, it allowed him to see what that life could have been like. This was bad.

What are you doing?

Shut up… please, just shut up.

Do I even need to say anything at this point?

No you don’t, I know.

You must know we need to leave. Somethings wrong with you…

I know…

Leave, we must return to headquarters.

I just wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

Jimin had overstayed his welcome. In truth he was using a few of the extra days of the blessing to keep pretending. He could have left days ago at this point, but he didn’t want to leave you.

He was being selfish.

Jimin please, you know this isn’t right.

Just a little longer, I promise we’ll be back in headquarters soon.

Jimin turned his attention to you who was sitting on the floor, setting up a board game on your little coffee table. You were about to play a riveting game of monopoly, you already had the board out and you were busy organizing the cards and the different dollar bills.

“What piece did you want?” You got up and took a seat beside him on the couch. You opened your hands to reveal all of the original 8 pieces.

“I call the dog~” You smiled at him. Jimin looked around at all the pieces and ultimately decided to go with the thimble, a good representation of what he does exactly.

“That’s an interesting choice~” You said as he picked up the piece from your hand.

He smiled. “It felt right…” He examined the piece further as you put the other 6 pieces down.

“Hey look— since you picked the thimble we can…” You moved your dog so it sat underneath the thimble, making it look like a hat. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, finding it a lot more amusing than you should.

Jimin wasn’t paying any attention, his eyes being trained to your smiling form. His eyes darted straight down to your lips. You eventually noticed he didn’t say anything and saw where his gaze was going.

It was a moment. A real moment, not one he conjured up but he saw your eyes drift downward as well. You both even started leaning in, only inches apart, before Jimin finally came to his senses and realized what he was about to do.

A quick blow was enough to knock you out. Jimin sat there in misery as you slowly came to again. Your eyes quizzically looked around the room, your gaze focused on the monopoly board.

You looked down in your hand to find the dog piece and in the other you found the thimble.

You sneezed.

Maybe that cold medicine was a bit too strong, had you deliriously trying to start a monopoly game before you passed out.

You sighed and got up to go shower.

Jimin still remained on his place on the couch, you looked right in his direction. Instead of the joyous few days he’s gotten to spend with you, you were back to square one. You looked right through him.

It hurt worse than what he remembered as you got up and paid him no mind.

You know this is for the better.

Jimin got up and flew to the building across from yours once more. He couldn’t be in a room with you right now. It just hurt too much.

All was supposed to be well, he fixed everything. He was right back in his post, you couldn’t see him, and you don’t even remember the last few days. It was like he was never there.

All that was left was to go back to headquarters and figure out what caused this freak accident in the first place.

Jimin…

He couldn’t do it.

A taste was too much, how was he going to go back to being just nothing to you?! Beforehand you were a dream, all it was in his imagination and he was fine with it. A respective distance that kept him despite how strong his feelings were, but now…

That smoke and mirrors were gone. That wasn’t his imagination, for a few days he was something to you, and for fucks sake, he was about to kiss you. Your lips were right there…

All of that happens and he’s just supposed to pretend it didn’t and go on with his life?! Excuse him for taking this a little hard…

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

The next few days were even worse. Jimin and you steadily got back into a routine. He would guard the post, fight monsters, and hang with you for a little bit. You just continued through like nothing happened, because to you, nothing did.

Jimin wishes he could wipe his own memory, it would make things so much easier.

What was he going to do? Getting through each day was getting harder and harder and he was coming close to going back to the normal plane and reintroducing himself.

Jimin stared at you. You were watering the little plants you kept on your tiny balcony. He flew so he was standing next to you.

“This is unfair.” He sighed for the untheenth time.

Jimin, stop.

Jimin let his eyes trail over your form. You were wearing an adorable sundress with a happy smile painting your features. You had no idea the suffering you were causing him.

“I wish there was a way… I just… I wish I could go back to before—“ It was a cry out into the void. You wouldn’t hear, no one would.

Stop torturing yourself. That’s a dream, let’s end this.

…

That was it!

He may not be able to meet you, but what’s the harm in meeting you in your dreams? It wouldn’t cause trouble and Jimin would be able to spend more time with you!

That’s it, this is it—

He couldn’t put too much more thought into it before suddenly he wasn’t looking at you watering your plants, but in a giant canister in the center of a dark room.

Jimin looked around confused for a second before 3 higher up P1 angels emerged from the darkness. They were tall amassing astounding heights. All they appeared in this form was a long golden robe with a glowing white ball where their heads should be and a giant, golden ring hovering above this ball. The born angels were a lot different than the human reincarnates.

‘Jimin.’ A voice said, yet no words were actually spoken.

‘I’m sure you know why you’re here.’ A different voice said.

Jimin just stared, terrified. There was so much they could be reprimanding for.

‘I thought you were different.’

‘You were one of the best’

‘What happened to him?’

“I… I’m sorry” Jimin fell to his knees.

Suddenly a light in the distance came on to reveal the rest of his team members standing over to the side. The look of worry on their faces made him feel even worse.

‘How dare you bless a human without proper authorization?!’ A booming voice reverberated in his head.

Jimin couldn’t even look up anymore.

‘ANSWER ME’

“I had to…” He quietly whispered.

‘You didn’t have to do anything’

‘Why did you do it?’

Jimin was terrified, more scared than he had ever been in his life, but he was also degranged. He wasn’t going to tell them about the last few days. What might they do if they found out? It would certainly save his ass in this situation, but Jimin was willing to suffer if that means he could go back to you after this.

“I had my reasons, I promise.”

‘Oh, and what possibly could have been the reason to give an unauthorized blessing to a human?’

“It was for the greater good.”

‘He’s not talking…’

‘Jimin, is this how you really want to be? We believe you, you’ve been one of the best reincarnates and you wouldn’t disobey the rules for something trivial. Why won’t you tell us what happened?’

“I believe that makes it justified. You know my character and I wouldn’t do it for the sake of just doing it. I had my reasons, please understand I can not go into the situation any further.”

‘Since when did he start talking back to us?’

Jimin normally was so obedient, this was odd. Even other human reincarnates would make fun of him sometimes for being so uptight.

‘Is that your final answer?’

“Yes.”

‘Very well then…” Suddenly the canister opened up into the room. A mysterious force pushed him forward so he was standing in the center of the room. It was within a blink of an eye that his shirt was removed and wrist were tied up with a long golden rope to a wooden board.

One of the P1 angels walked a little and shrank to a size closer to Jimin.

‘Jimin, in the name of an unauthorized blessing, you are sentenced to 1000 lashings. We expect you to count.’ The punishment was honestly tame. He knew they were only giving him this much leeway because of his previous track record. They believed him and that’s all that matters.

The P1 angel already had a whip on hand, one made of angelic light.

Jimin didn’t even watch as he heard the whip crack and eventually the stinging burn of purification. It hurt, hurt so badly, but he relished in it. Maybe he might get some sense back and do what’s right.

“1…”

Another hard crack right in the center of his back, making his body contort as the pain seemed to travel all throughout his body.

“2…..”

He needs to repent. How dare he lie to his higher ups just because he wants to be able to go back down and meet you again? He’s putting his entire team's reputation at risk.

And another one. This one the burning was even worse.

“3...”

It was sin. He’s actually losing his mind.

“4...”

CRACK

“5..”

Repent, drive whatever humanly urges you have for y/n out and purify. Feel and embrace the burn.

CRACK

“6..”

Embrace it and understand. Only then will you be able to move on.

CRACK

“7.”

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Jimin walked over to his teammates. He couldn’t feel his back anymore, and even he could see the drops of blood as he slowly made his way toward them before he just collapsed right in front of them.

“Jimin?!” The whole group hurried over to catch him.

Taehyung, who was moved behind him, noticed how badly his back was severely burned.

“I don’t understand…” He said aloud at the sight.

No one could. This was so unlike him. First the rule breaking and then concealing information from the higher ups?

Jimin just laughed. The rest of the group couldn’t help but feel a little unsettled.

“Is—Is it that bad?” He asked, still chuckling.

Namjoon got down on his knees and grabbed him by the shoulders, not caring whatsoever the bandages on his hands were getting soaked with blood.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, what is wrong with you?!” Namjoon was angry. He could hardly believe this was the same guy that he’s been on the same team with. This wasn’t Jimin.

Everyone followed Joon’s lead and got on the floor, waiting for some type of explanation.

This seemed to entertain Jimin even more because he just started laughing even harder. It was maniacal, like he really did lose his mind or something, but even the laughing couldn’t hide the pain in his voice. The laughs turned to cries as he looked at his team’s concerned faces.

“It hurts so much, I don’t know what I’m doing…” His voice was quiet.

They haven’t left the dark room yet, that spotlight still being the only thing lighting up the area. The P1 angels were long gone, they left as soon as Jimin made it to 1000. It was just them now.

“Yoongi will help you as soon as you tell us what’s going on. Why did you bless her?” Namjoon said calmly. He was trying his best to remain cool, calm, and collected, but seeing Jimin like this was really testing his abilities as the leader.

“I had to… It was the only way to protect her.” He confessed.

“What do you mean, you were at your post, weren’t you?” Seokjin asked.

Jimin just shook his head, a weird smile on his face. “Something happened… I had to do it. It was the only way.”

Everyone looked around at each other confused, waiting for some sort of explanation, but that’s where he stopped.

“You’re not gonna tell us what happened?” Yoongi finally questioned.

“I like her and that’s the problem.” It wasn’t exactly the answer to the question but it was all at the same time. All of this was because of these stupid feelings. “I have these feelings that I can’t explain, but it’s something I know I should never be feeling for the human I look after.”

If everyone was confused, they had no clue what he was going on about.

“Wait so…” Jungkook started. “What do you mean you like her, like you…?”

“Yes. I don’t know why, I thought they said it shouldn’t be possible anymore. But I know what I feel for her is the same way a human would. It’s the reason for everything.”

The group was just struggling to conceptualize this. It really shouldn’t be possible whatsoever. It’s not like they were emotionless, but that connection just was not possible as an angel.

“I didn’t want to say anything to the higher ups, but you guys… I couldn’t just say nothing. I can’t tell you what happened either but just know it was because of that that I couldn’t tell them. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but please just… let me go.” Jimin was begging and pleading that they wouldn’t ask too many more questions.

Everyone looked at each other. This was really something they should report, for Namjoon especially as the leader, he was in charge of logging odd occurrences like these. It was a crossroad, does he choose his role as the leader, or put their brotherhood first?

There really was no question to which one he would choose.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Namjoon asked, pulling Jimin in for a hug. He could feel Jimin flinch slightly at the contact.

“No, but I’ve got this under control. Don’t worry about me.” He knew they were going to, but he just hoped it was enough to calm their nerves.

Namjoon looked at him and could tell he was being genuine. “Alright, as long as you don’t get into any more trouble and not let this situation get in the way of doing your job properly. If I hear about anything else, I’m logging it.” Jimin smiled at the leader's words.

He truly didn’t deserve them.

Yoongi quickly moved so he was sitting behind Jimin. “I can’t do much since this is meant to be a punishment and that’s against the rules. I can make the pain go away long enough to get you back to her. Please don’t do anything stupid.” He sighed as he hovered his hands over the wounds and a faint glow appeared, one that quickly made the burning and bleeding start to fade.

“I remember we all thought she was pretty but… feelings?” Hoseok was just thinking out loud.

“Was it a recent thing?” Jungkook asked, a bit too curious to know.

Jimin shook his head. “I’ve felt this way for a while, but a certain situation made things change to a degree I’m still trying to get used to.”

“How would that even work?” Taehyung asked. Jimin looked over and frowned. “I mean, she can’t even see you… I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a problem.”

“It is, isn’t it…” Jimin got up as soon as he felt Yoongi put his hands down. Everyone collectively panicked when they saw him nearly fall over.

“Anyway, I better get back.” He sighed and started trying to put some distance between him and the group.

“Uh, so soon? You didn’t want to leave with us?” Seokjin asked as he saw Jimin’s halo appear and he reached up and grabbed it.

“I would but I wasn’t planning to leave. Y/n’s already been left unattended long enough. I didn’t plan to leave…” That really wasn’t an excuse and they knew it.

Jimin threw the halo up. It took a few seconds for the small ring to expand and in the center opened up a portal.

“I’ll see you guys at the meeting soon, alright?” The boys were all giving him weird looks but waved nonetheless.

Jimin smiled at them before expanding his wings and flying through the ring.

He had to get out of there quickly. The words on his rib were burning too much to have him stay any longer.

‘LIAR’

He couldn’t stand the thought of lying to them. They were the last people in any universe he’d want to lie to, but it was a must. This was definitely the stupidest thing he’s done in all of his existence.

Jimin’s never been so disobedient, not even a beating like that from the P1 angels has swayed his feelings. Repenting wasn’t working like he hoped it would, if anything it’s made him even more sure he’s lost his mind.

Feelings were definitely weird…

Before he knew it, he was flying out to right outside your building. You were standing outside, the sun had changed only slightly. It had probably been 30 minutes at most, for him he had been gone from you for days.

Jimin flew and landed right beside like he had been all that time ago.

You were happily looking at the sun set, the lighting giving you a heavenly glow that outrivaled angels. You were beautiful, gorgeous, and no matter how much everything was telling him not to be, he was pulled in.

Captivating.

It made the crossroad obvious. Jimin could obey his leader, push these feelings away, and continue his job like normal. Jimin could also go the complete opposite way and attempt to meet you again, for a chance. It wouldn’t be the same as being with you in person, but it was enough.

If what happened didn’t prove he was crazy, the choice he made surely did.

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You went to bed pretty early today. You had no reason, you called off of work for tomorrow, taking one more day to recover, you were just eager to get in the bed and sometime in the middle of your tv binge you fell asleep.

You opened your eyes once again to find you weren’t in your room, but a beautiful endless field of flowers. The sky was so blue and little puffs of clouds rolled over the land. You looked down too and noticed the white, flowy sundress, but you weren’t wearing any shoes.

You smiled at the sight.

So you were having this kind of dream~

You followed your first instinct and ran through the flowers, a sense of freedom that you know would never be possible in real life. You enjoyed every second of it. A child like feeling that felt almost nostalgic. Wonder, amazement, oh fuck how nice was this dream?

Everything was so vivid too~

It was then that you in fact realized that you knew the fact you were dreaming.

‘Hey, had Somi’s lucid dreaming guide actually worked?’ It was something she sent you and you read it before falling asleep.

You looked down at your hands and feet.

Ok so you were aware… could you—

You jumped and suddenly you were off the ground high enough to touch the clouds. You screamed before plummeting back down to the ground.

You got up, thankful that this was in fact a dream. Maybe flying wasn’t a good idea, especially with your fear of heights, apparently that didn’t even go away in your dream.

After brushing yourself you went back to running. Making it over a hill, you came to a clearing. It was incredibly flat compared to the rest of the field, and right there in the far distance was a tree.

Curiosity got the better of you and you ran toward it. Upon getting closer you noticed that there was someone underneath it.

Ok, welp, there goes your dream oasis.

You made it even closer and you felt your heart nearly stop. It was a beautiful man, oh my gosh.

So it was gonna be this type of dream.

You always knew your imagination was amazing, but holy hell were you so grateful to your amazing brain.

“Hi!” The mysterious beautiful stranger called out to you as you approached. You couldn’t help but get entranced by his smile, so kind…

“Hi!” You made it right next to him and he was even better up close. A glow to his skin unlike anything you had ever seen, he had dark brown hair that curled at the base of his neck, eyes that seemed to smile along with him, and those lips… All these features seemed to get enunciated by the outfit he was wearing. A dark olive green cardigan with only two of the buttons done up, covered a white button up that was also undone enough to slightly reveal those sexy collarbones. The outfit was completed by khaki colored slacks, rolled up at the ankles, and dark brown loafers you were sure you recognized from some expensive brand.

Oh your mind was something…

This is definitely the greatest dream you’ve ever had.

“I’m Jimin, it’s nice to see you made it~” He smiled at you.

He was waiting for you…

“It’s nice to see I made it to you, I was just kinda wandering. I would have come sooner if I knew you were waiting for me.” Real life y/n was the opposite of a flirt, but this is your dream and there were zero consequences here. Best believe you’re taking advantage of that.

You saw the cute way he seemed to get embarrassed by the comment.

“No worries, take a seat. I hope you don’t mind a picnic?~” He asked and showed you the red and white checkered blanket with the wicker basket sitting on top.

Cute, sexy, lovely guy was taking you on a date. Can this dream get any better?

You happily sat down and he took a seat next to you before turning away to dig through the basket.

“I brought some of your favorites and some of mine as well~” He cheesed and you smiled.

You looked around at the beautiful view. The clear blue sky contrasted perfectly with the green grass and the colorful flowers seemed to be the last detail to make this place perfect. You were in heaven.

“Would you like to start off with fried chicken or I have this dish that I really like, acquacotta con funghi? You probably never heard of it, but I think you may like it!”

Your attention turned back to him.

“Ooo we can try your dish, it sounds go—“ Your eyes trained to his back. A dark spot had started to form on the back of his cardigan. You couldn’t help yourself and reached out to touch it, you were shocked to find a reddish tint to your finger.

This was blood.

“Jimin… what’s this?” You asked and showed him your finger. He turned toward you and you couldn’t help but notice the panicked look in your face at your discovery.

“Don't worry about it. Now, did you say the acquacotta con funghi?” He tried to brush it off but you weren’t having it.

“Jimin, I’m worried.” You admitted out loud.

He sat back down next to you and smiled that same sweet smile he had when you came over.

“I’m your angel, there’s no need to worry~”

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