1.

Ask your angel about things. Beware what you ask about...

 

The sun was shining, and the birds were chirping as Minjeong and Jimin laid out their picnic blanket in a beautiful meadow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the warm breeze was refreshing. They had brought some of their favorite snacks and drinks, and they were enjoying a relaxing afternoon together.

 

Jimin was laying on Minjeong's lap, gazing up at the sky with a contented expression on her face. Minjeong couldn't resist asking her about her angelic nature.

 

"Jimin, what's it like being an angel?" Minjeong asked, her voice soft and curious.

 

Jimin opened her eyes and looked up at Minjeong, her expression thoughtful. "It's both wonderful and challenging," she said. "As an angel, I'm tasked with protecting and guiding humans, but sometimes it can be difficult to watch them struggle and suffer. But overall, it's a rewarding experience, especially when I see the positive impact I can have on people's lives."

 

"Can you tell me about the sky? Is it different for you as an angel?" Minjeong asked, feeding her a small grape of the bunch they had brought with them. 

 

Jimin smiled softly and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Minjeong's touch on her lips. "It's hard to explain," she said. "As an angel, I see the sky differently. It's not just a blue expanse; it's a canvas of colors that shift and change depending on the time of day and the weather. I can see the beauty in the clouds, the patterns in the stars, and the way the sun's rays shine through the atmosphere. It's breathtaking."

 

Minjeong listened intently, fascinated by Jimin's description. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to see the world from an angel's perspective.

 

"That sounds amazing," Minjeong said, smiling down at Jimin. "Do you ever miss it when you're down here with us mortals?"

 

Jimin opened her eyes and looked up at Minjeong. "Of course, I do," she said. "But being here with you makes it all worth it. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

 

"What about the suns and galaxies light years away?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe. "What's it like out there?"

 

Jimin smiled, happy to indulge Minjeong's curiosity. "It's a beautiful and vast universe, filled with countless wonders and mysteries," she said. "The stars and galaxies look like a blooming garden, with each one shining and twinkling in its own unique way."

 

Minjeong's eyes widened with wonder as she imagined the universe as a garden, each star a blooming flower in a vast, cosmic landscape. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Jimin's forehead, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility in each other's company.

 

After a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke up again. "Jimin, can I ask you something else?"

 

"Of course," Jimin replied, looking up at her from her comfortable position in Minjeong's lap.

 

"I know you're an angel and you have all these incredible powers, but...do you ever wish you could just be human?" Minjeong asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

 

Jimin paused, considering the question for a moment. "Honestly, there have been times when I've thought about it. Being human would certainly be simpler, in many ways. But then I remember my purpose, and the joy I feel when I'm able to help someone in need. That's why I was created, and it's what brings me the most fulfillment."

 

Minjeong nodded, understanding. "I see. I'm glad you're able to find joy in what you do. It's just...sometimes I worry that I can't be enough for you, since I'm just human."

 

Jimin smiled softly and reached up to Minjeong's cheek. "You are more than enough, my love. Being human is what makes you so special to me. Your warmth, your kindness, your capacity for love...those are things I could never have as an angel. You bring me so much happiness, Minjeong, just by being yourself."

 

Minjeong's heart swelled with love at Jimin's words, and she leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

 

As the peaceful silence lingered, Minjeong couldn't help but feel a pricking sense deep inside her. It was as if her heart was urging her to ask something, something that had been on her mind for a while now. She tried to push it away and focus on the beautiful scenery around them, but the feeling only grew stronger.

 

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Minjeong asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "Jimin?" she said hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Jimin turned her gaze from the sky to Minjeong, and the softness in her eyes was replaced with a steely determination. Minjeong watched in awe as her angel transformed into a soldier before her very eyes, ready to face whatever question was about to come.

 

"What is it?" Jimin asked, her voice firm and unwavering.

 

Minjeong took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. "What about Lucifer?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I mean, he's also an angel, right? But he's...different." As Minjeong mentioned Lucifer, Jimin's entire demeanor changed. Her expression became stony, and her muscles tensed. She sat up, no longer the carefree angel lounging on her lap. She looked like a warrior now, ready to fight at any moment. Her wings, which had been folded neatly behind her back, spread out wide in a show of power. and her halo began to glow brighter, casting a fierce light around them.

 

Jimin's expression hardened even further, and her jaw tightened. "Lucifer," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "He's a fallen angel. He rebelled against God and was cast out of heaven. He's a threat to everything we stand for. He is a monster, Minjeong, and he deserves no sympathy. I don't like to talk about him," Jimin said, her voice low and dangerous. "Lucifer is a traitor to all of us, and his actions caused a great divide in Heaven. He chose his own pride over the will of the Creator, and now he's fallen from grace."

 

Jimin's words were filled with a palpable anger and intensity that Minjeong had never seen before. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw the righteous fury in Jimin's eyes.

 

"I'm sorry, Jimin," Minjeong said, feeling a little scared of her lover's sudden shift in mood. "I didn't mean to upset you."

 

Jimin took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She looked at Minjeong, her eyes softening with a mix of emotions. "It's not your fault, my love," she said, reaching out to gently caress Minjeong's cheek. "I just... have a complicated history with Lucifer."

 

Minjeong nodded understandingly, but the tension in the air was still palpable. They tried to continue their picnic date, but Jimin remained on edge, and Minjeong couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Even the beautiful scenery and the warm sunshine couldn't ease the tension between them.

 

As they drove back home, Jimin remained quiet, lost in her thoughts. Minjeong tried to initiate conversation, but Jimin's responses were short and distracted. The usually lively and cheerful Jimin was replaced with a tense and moody version of herself.mMinjeong felt a sense of unease growing within her. She didn't know how to help Jimin or how to make things better. The silence in the car was heavy, and Minjeong could feel a distance growing between them.

 

When they finally arrived home, Jimin went straight to the couch and sat down heavily. Minjeong sat next to her, trying to think of something to say to break the tension. But before she could even open , Jimin spoke.

 

"I'm sorry, Minjeong," Jimin said, her voice soft but tense. "I didn't mean to ruin our date. I just... I don't know how to talk about this without getting angry."

 

Minjeong took Jimin's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Jimin," she said, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But please know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

 

Jimin nodded, but the tension between them didn't fully dissipate. They spent the rest of the evening in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. It was a stark contrast to the usually loving and affectionate relationship they shared.

 

She made a note to herself to be more careful with what she brought up to Jimin. 

 

 — æ —

 

2.

You must accept that they are a powerful entity and that you will be injured by them at some point, even if it is by mistake.

 

As they snuggled on the couch, the soft cushions cradling their bodies, Minjeong couldn't help but feel content. The room was filled with a sense of comfort and ease, the warm air feeling like a soft embrace. In the background, the sound of a sitcom could be heard, with the occasional laughter of the studio audience filtering through the room.

 

Jimin's arms were wrapped tightly around Minjeong, and Minjeong could feel the rise and fall of her chest as they breathed together. It was a moment of pure relaxation, with no pressure or stress to be found. They had both had a long day, but being here, together, made everything feel alright. As they lay there, Minjeong closed her eyes, feeling completely at peace in Jimin's embrace. She could hear Jimin's soft breathing, and the occasional rustle of fabric as she shifted position. It was moments like these that reminded her of just how lucky she was to have Jimin in her life.

 

In this moment, nothing else mattered. The world could keep turning outside their little cocoon of comfort, but here in this room, in each other's arms, they were safe and happy.

 

Minjeong looked at Jimin with a loving gaze, her hand reaching up to run her fingers through Jimin's soft hair. She loved the feeling of Jimin's hair against her fingertips, and the way it seemed to calm both of them down. She moved her hand closer, the tips of her fingers brushing against the top of Jimin's head, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in her palm.

 

She looked down in horror to see that her palm had been sliced open by Jimin's halo, blood oozing out of the wound. She gasped, feeling dizzy and nauseous from the sudden pain. Jimin looked at her with shock and horror, her own hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened.

 

As the pain shot through her hand, Minjeong let out a loud, sharp scream. The suddenness and intensity of the pain took her by surprise, and she couldn't help but cry out. Her hand instinctively recoiled from Jimin's head, and she stared in shock at the deep gash that was now dripping with blood.

 

Jimin quickly took hold of Minjeong's injured hand despite her attempt to recoil from the pain. With a gentle touch of her finger, a golden glow emanated from Jimin's hand and enveloped Minjeong's injured palm. The warmth of Jimin's healing touch spread throughout Minjeong's hand, easing the pain and mending the wound. The injured area started to glow with a warm, golden light. At first, Minjeong felt a sensation of heat and tingling, and then a strange feeling of pressure, like something was being pushed out of her hand. She watched in awe as the gash slowly started to close up and disappear, leaving no trace of the injury behind.

 

She couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by the whole experience. It was one thing to know that Jimin was an angel and had the power to heal, but it was quite another to actually feel that power coursing through her own body. She couldn't quite describe the sensation, but it was like a strange mix of warmth, pressure, and energy all at once.

 

Minjeong's vision blurred as tears filled her eyes, making it difficult for her to see clearly.

 

Jimin immediately stood up from the couch, her wings extending behind her. Minjeong was still processing what had just happened, but before she could even speak, Jimin had already made her way towards the door. The last thing she saw before Jimin disappeared from her apartment was her lover standing on the doorway with a terrified expression on her face. Her hair was tousled, and there was a smear of blood on it that belonged to Minjeong's palm.

 

"Wait, Jimin," Minjeong called out, but Jimin didn't turn back. She opened the door and stepped out, leaving the apartment before Minjeong could even process what had happened completely 

 

Feeling a wave of confusion and hurt, Minjeong got up from the couch and walked over to the door, peering outside. But Jimin was nowhere to be seen. The apartment complex was silent, save for the distant sounds of traffic. It then fell eerily quiet, and all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing

 

She looked down at her healed hand, and for a moment, she felt a little disoriented. It was strange to think that just moments ago, she had a deep gash in her hand, and now it was completely healed.

 

♦♦♦

 

Minjeong's heart skipped a beat as she heard the knock on her door. She had been feeling anxious and worried ever since Jimin had left her apartment without saying a word. She slowly walked towards the door, her hands trembling a little as she reached for the doorknob.

 

As she opened the door, she saw Jimin standing there, looking a little hesitant and nervous. Minjeong's heart swelled with both relief and confusion. "Jimin," she said softly, "I've been worried about you. Where have you been?"

 

Jimin hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to approach Minjeong after what had happened. But before she could even decide, Minjeong practically leaps into her arms, squeezing her tightly. Jimin's heart swells with relief as she hugs her back just as tightly.

 

They stay like that for a few moments, the embrace providing a sense of comfort and security that both of them desperately needed. Eventually, they pull back slightly, and Jimin cups Minjeong's face in her hands, searching her eyes for any sign of fear or discomfort.

 

"I'm sorry I left so suddenly," Jimin says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just didn't know how to face you after what happened."Jimin takes a deep breath before pulling away from the embrace, looking down at Minjeong with a pained expression in her eyes. "I didn't realize how breakable humans truly could be," she admits. "I never meant to hurt you like that, Minjeong. I'm sorry. I mean," Jimin said, her voice catching in , "I forgot just how much power I wield as an angel. It's easy to forget that humans are fragile, that a single touch from me could hurt or even kill you.

 

Minjeong nods, her own eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "I know, Jimin," she says softly. "But I know you would never intentionally hurt me. It was just an accident."

 

Jimin nods, but the guilt still lingers in her eyes. "I should have been more careful," she says. "I should have known better."

 

"I'm just glad you're okay, Jimin," Minjeong says softly, reaching up to wipe a tear from her eye.

 

 

— æ —

3.

Your relationship will be hazardous and perhaps harmful to an angel. Understand that they, too, may bleed and be injured.

 

Over the past few months, Minjeong had started to notice something peculiar about Jimin. Despite being around humans and the potential hazards of everyday life, Jimin never seemed to bleed or show any sign of injury. It was as if she was impervious to physical harm.

 

One time, while helping Minjeong move some heavy boxes, Jimin accidentally bumped into a sharp corner of a table. Minjeong was worried that Jimin might have injured herself, but to her surprise, Jimin didn't even flinch. When Minjeong asked if she was okay, Jimin simply smiled and said that angels don't feel physical pain in the same way humans do and that angels have a higher pain threshold than humans.. Jimin just rubbed her head and laughed it off. 

 

During a playful wrestling match, Minjeong accidentally elbowed Jimin in the nose. Minjeong immediately apologized and was concerned that she might have hurt Jimin, but Jimin didn't even react. When Minjeong asked if she was okay, Jimin simply laughed and said that angels don't get nosebleeds like humans do.

 

Another time, Jimin was cooking dinner and accidentally cut herself with a kitchen knife. Minjeong was standing nearby and saw the knife slip from Jimin's hand and slice into her finger. She was shocked and worried, but when she looked at Jimin's hand, there was no blood. Jimin noticed the concern on Minjeong's face and calmly explained that she was fine. She went on to say that angels have a heightened ability to control their physical responses, and that they can even regulate the amount of blood flow to their wounds. In situations where physical harm is inevitable, angels may choose to bleed as a sign of vulnerability and trust, but it is not something that happens easily or frequently.

 

Jimin had realized long ago that it was no use for her to bleed in front of Minjeong, as she had already revealed her true identity as an angel.

 

Minjeong asked Jimin, "Is there any instance where an angel could bleed without their control?"

 

Jimin paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before finally nodding and saying, "Yes, there are some cases where an angel could bleed unintentionally, but it's very rare and only happens under certain circumstances."

 

"What are they?" 

 

Jimin takes a deep breath before speaking. "You know how angels are considered to be very strong and invulnerable beings, right? Well, that's mostly true. The only way an angel can bleed is if they choose to lower their defenses and allow themselves to be vulnerable. This can happen in many ways, such as opening up emotionally, physically, or spiritually. But it's not something we do lightly, because it requires a lot of trust and love to let someone see us in such a vulnerable state."

 

Jimin continued, "In addition to that, angels can also bleed if they are wounded by a weapon made of celestial material, such as a sword or spear forged in heaven. These weapons are extremely rare and are only wielded by the most powerful angels or by those with special permission from God. The wounds caused by these weapons are not only physical but also spiritual, as they can weaken an angel's connection to heaven and leave them vulnerable to demonic influence. As such, the use of celestial weapons is strictly regulated and only used in the most dire of circumstances."

 

She looked at Minjeong and added, "But when I'm with you, there is a connection that goes beyond physical wounds or weapons. Being around you makes me feel safe and protected, and I willingly let down my guard. I trust you with my vulnerability, Minjeong."

 

Minjeong looks at her with a concerned expression and asks, "So, does being with me put you in a vulnerable state?"

 

Jimin pauses for a moment before answering, "Being with you does create a special connection between us, but it's not detrimental. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You bring me joy and happiness, and being with you makes me feel more connected to my purpose as an angel. I willingly allow myself to be vulnerable with you because I trust you and care for you deeply."

 

She smiles reassuringly at Minjeong, hoping to ease any worries she may have.

 

But Minjeong remained tense even after Jimin's explanation, still worried that being with her could put Jimin in danger. But Jimin could see the fear in Minjeong's eyes and knew she needed to do something to calm her down. Without a word, Jimin leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Minjeong's lips. The kiss was gentle but filled with all the love and reassurance Jimin could muster at the moment.

 

As they pulled away from the kiss, Minjeong felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She looked into Jimin's eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and affection. For a moment, Minjeong forgot all her worries and felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

 

"Everything will be alright, Minjeong," Jimin whispered, still holding her close. "I won't let anything happen to us. Trust me."

 

— æ —

4. 

Know that nobody will understand your angel like you do. 

 

Minjeong sat in her college science class, trying her best to pay attention to the lecture on quantum physics. She needed the credit to graduate, but she found the subject matter to be incredibly dense and difficult to understand.

 

As her teacher began to discuss the formation of celestial bodies, Minjeong's mind started to drift. She couldn't help but think of her angelic girlfriend. The term "celestial bodies" reminded her of Jimin's otherworldly nature and the unique perspective she brought to Minjeong's life.

 

Her mind immediately conjured up an image of Jimin's face. The only thing she could think of was how Jimin's smile would curl up at the sides when she heard that. Minjeong could almost hear Jimin's soft voice explaining to her the intricacies of celestial bodies and how they related to her home in heaven. She remembered how Jimin's eyes would light up when she talked about the stars and galaxies, and how she would take Minjeong's hand and show her different constellations in the night sky.

 

Minjeong's mind drifts from the lecture as she recalls the puckered scars that criss-crossed Jimin's torso. She remembers how she had traced them with her fingers, memorizing each line and curve, and how Jimin had whispered stories of past battles and wounds suffered in the line of duty. Despite the physical reminders of Jimin's battles, she always smiled and reassured Minjeong that she was okay.

 

Her teacher's words about celestial bodies and quantum physics were lost on her. What occupied her mind was the image of Jimin's body, the perfect archs that extended from the bottom of her foot to her back. It was a beautiful facet that Minjeong had come to appreciate and admire over the months they had been together. She recalled the countless times she had traced her fingers along Jimin's body, admiring the way her skin felt against her fingertips and the way her muscles rippled with each movement.

 

Lost in her thoughts, Minjeong couldn't help but smile as she thought of Jimin. Her love for the angel was pure and unwavering, and the thought of being with her again filled her with joy. She couldn't wait to see Jimin's smile and feel her touch, to bask in the warmth of her love and the safety of her embrace.

 

Suddenly, Minjeong's teacher's voice snapped her back to reality. "Ms. Kim, is everything okay?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts. Minjeong's cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized she had been lost in her own musings.

 

"Y-yes, sorry about that," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "I was just...thinking."

 

Her teacher raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with her answer. "About what, exactly?"

 

Minjeong felt her face grow even hotter as she struggled to come up with an excuse. "Um, just...stuff. Personal stuff," she mumbled, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

 

Thankfully, her teacher seemed to accept her answer and moved on with the lesson. But Minjeong couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment as she realized she had been daydreaming about her angel girlfriend in the middle of class.

 

— æ —

5.

When you fight, it is like the world is ending.

 

Minjeong and Jimin's fight has escalated to a point where both of them are fuming with anger. Their faces are twisted in frustration and their eyes are filled with resentment. Jimin's usually calm and gentle demeanor has been replaced by a fiery intensity, and her fists are clenched tightly at her sides. Minjeong, on the other hand, is shaking with rage, her chest heaving with every breath. The tension between them is palpable, and it seems as if even the air around them has become charged with static. They are both standing so close to each other that it's almost as if they are daring the other to make a move.

 

As Jimin's anger intensifies with every word, the sky darkens and the air crackles with electricity. The clouds above gather together, roiling and churning like an angry sea. Lightning flashes, illuminating the darkened sky with a brilliant white light. Thunder booms and rumbles, echoing through the air like the angry voice of a god. Rain begins to fall in heavy drops, pounding against the ground with a ferocity that matches the intensity of Jimin's emotions. It's as if the storm itself is a manifestation of her fury, a physical representation of the turmoil she's feeling inside.

 

Roads were flooded, and cars were stranded as the water rose higher and higher, reaching depths of up to three inches in some areas. People huddled in their homes, hoping that the storm would pass soon and that they would be safe from harm.

 

Despite the chaos that surrounded them, Jimin and Minjeong remained locked in their argument, their anger fueling the storm that raged around them.

 

As Minjeong's anger reaches its peak, she picks up a nearby picture frame of them together and smashes it on the ground. The sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the room, and Jimin snaps out of her trance, realizing the extent of the storm she has caused. But before she can even process what has happened, Jimin's fury doubles down as she screams at Minjeong, her eyes flashing with lightning and her voice booming with thunder. The wind whips around them, blowing everything not nailed down, and the rain continues to pour, now mixed with hailstones the size of golf balls.

 

The force of Jimin's anger is so intense that it seems to shake the very foundations of the building, and for a moment, it feels as though the entire world is in havoc. The sound of their argument and the storm outside is deafening, and it seems as though there is no end in sight.

 

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes a house across the street, causing it to catch on fire. The neighbors start to panic and call the fire department as the flames spread rapidly. Minjeong and Jimin continue to scream at the top of their lungs, their voices drowned out by the deafening storm outside. The rain continues to pour down in torrents, and the wind howls through the windows as if it's trying to rip the house apart.

 

They both seem to be arguing about something related to Jimin's duty, and their voices are laced with anger, frustration, and pain. Jimin's fists are clenched so tightly that her nails are digging into her palms, and her eyes are ablaze with fury. Minjeong's face is contorted with rage, and she slams her fist into a nearby wall, causing it to crack.

 

There's a blinding flash of lightning that illuminates the entire room, followed by a deafening boom that shakes the house to its foundations. \

 

In the midst of it all, Jimin's emotions spike once again, causing the lightning to become rogue and strike indiscriminately. The two of them continue to scream at each other, not even noticing the fire raging across the street, as if they're completely consumed by their anger and pain.

 

As the thunder roars, Minjeong's voice breaks through the chaos, shouting at Jimin to leave. Her eyes are red and puffy from tears, her hands trembling with rage and fear. Jimin stops mid-sentence, stunned at the force of Minjeong's demand.

 

For a moment, the only sound is the rain pounding against the windows and the crackling of flames from the house across the street. Jimin's wings twitch nervously, as if sensing the tension in the room.

 

Minjeong's voice shakes with emotion as she repeats herself, louder this time. "Leave, Jimin. Get out of here. I can't deal with this anymore."

 

Jimin's own anger flares at the words, but she can see the pain and exhaustion etched on Minjeong's face. She opens to protest, but the thunder shakes the house once more, drowning out any words that might have been spoken.

 

With a heavy heart, Jimin turns on her heel and heads for the door, her wings dragging behind her. She can feel Minjeong's eyes on her back, burning with hurt and anger, but she knows that leaving is the only way to ease the tension between them.

 

♦♦♦

 

Minjeong sat alone in the living room, staring blankly at the flickering TV screen. The room was silent, save for the occasional sound of rain tapping against the windows. She had been sitting there for hours, lost in thought and feeling a mix of emotions.

 

Eventually, she reached for the remote and the TV, hoping to distract herself from her troubled mind. The local news was on, and the weatherman was discussing the recent storm that had swept through the area.

 

Minjeong listened with detached interest as he described the damage caused by the heavy rain and strong winds. He talked about flooded streets, fallen trees, and damaged homes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame, knowing that the storm had been caused by her and Jimin's argument.

 

As the weatherman continued to report on the storm, Minjeong abruptly changed the channel, unable to bear the reminder of the chaos they had caused. She sat back in the couch, feeling alone and unsure of what to do next.

 

— æ —

6. 

There are periods they vanish for months. They are never the same.

 

After what felt like an eternity, perhaps around three months, Minjeong found herself sinking into a deep sense of misery without Jimin by her side.

 

The memory of their last encounter, which ended in a massive fight and Minjeong's harsh words, haunted her every waking moment. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt knowing that the last thing she told her beloved angel was to leave. The weight of her actions was suffocating, and she couldn't help but feel that everything was her fault.

 

When Jimin finally returns after months of absence, Minjeong can't help but notice that something is off. Her angel girlfriend seems different, not like the happy and cheerful person she knew before. Her once bright and lively eyes now seem dull and lifeless, and she drags her feet as she walks. It's as if Jimin has lost her spark, and Minjeong can't help but feel worried and concerned. She wonders what could have happened to her angel during her time away, and she wants nothing more than to help her regain her energy and vitality.

 

Jimin's wings are different. She's been struggling with her duties as an angel ever since the fight with Minjeong. The weight of their argument and the hurtful words exchanged have left a heavy burden on her heart, and it shows in her physical appearance. Her once bright and vibrant wings now hang low, lacking their usual shine and grace. They look tired and worn out, much like Jimin herself. Minjeong can't help but feel guilty as she watches Jimin struggle, knowing that their fight has contributed to her angel girlfriend's distress.

 

As Minjeong holds Jimin, she traces her fingers gently along Jimin's chest and feels the raised, rough texture of new scars. Her heart sinks as she realizes that Jimin must have been in another battle. She can't help but feel a sense of guilt for their fight, knowing that it may have contributed to Jimin's need to go back to the front lines. Minjeong brushes a kiss along the scars, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

 

Jimin remains silent in Minjeong's embrace for what feels like an eternity. She doesn't speak a word or make a sound, but Minjeong can feel the weight of her sadness and pain in the way her body trembles and shakes. It's as if Jimin has retreated deep within herself, and no amount of coaxing or comforting from Minjeong can bring her back out.

 

As Jimin buries her nose in Minjeong's hair, neither of them shed a single tear. Jimin's body trembles with every breath, and Minjeong can feel her angel's pain as if it were her own. The silence between them is heavy, and Minjeong knows that there are no words that could ease the weight on Jimin's shoulders. All she can do is hold her tightly, willing her love to reach through the numbness that surrounds Jimin's heart.

 

— æ —

7. 

Finally, when you fall in love with an angel-- oh, sweetheart. It's too late to take it back now.

 

Minjeong cannot deny the fact that no matter what they go through, she is completely in love with Jimin. She admires the strength and resilience that her angel possesses, even in the face of the toughest challenges. Despite all the ups and downs, the fights and the scars, she knows that her love for Jimin is unwavering. There is a sense of comfort and completeness when she is with Jimin, and it fills her with a warmth that cannot be described. Even in the midst of their worst arguments, she knows that her love for Jimin is always there, and that nothing can shake it.

 

Minjeong loves how Jimin's wings are so expressive and react to her emotions. When Jimin is happy, her wings will flutter and stretch wide with excitement, almost like they are celebrating with her. When she is sad, they droop and fold inward, as if reflecting the weight of her emotions. There are times when Jimin's wings seem to have a mind of their own. For example, when Minjeong surprises her with a thoughtful gift, Jimin's wings will suddenly flare up with excitement, almost like they are thanking Minjeong for the gesture.

 

During arguments or moments of intense emotion, Jimin's wings can become erratic, flapping rapidly or twitching nervously as if they are trying to keep up with the rapid changes in her emotions. Despite all of this, Minjeong finds the way Jimin's wings react to be endearing, and she loves to watch them as a way to understand her angel girlfriend even more deeply.

 

Minjeong loves Jimin's halo because it's a symbol of her angelic nature and reminds her of the goodness and purity within Jimin's heart. She admires the way it glows softly and seems to radiate a warm, comforting energy, as if it's a tangible representation of Jimin's inner light. Whenever Minjeong sees the halo hovering above Jimin's head, she feels a sense of awe and reverence, and is reminded of just how lucky she is to have an angel as her girlfriend.

 

Minjeong loves Jimin's way of living and her innate kindness. As she always tries to see the good in people and do what's best for everyone. She is always willing to lend a helping hand, whether it's to a stranger on the street or a friend in need. Minjeong loves how Jimin's kindness seems to radiate from her very being, and how she approaches every situation with empathy and compassion. It's not just that Jimin is nice to others, but it's the way in which she does it that is so endearing to Minjeong. Whether it's taking care of a sick friend, volunteering at a homeless shelter, or simply smiling at a stranger on the street, Jimin's kindness is infectious and inspiring to Minjeong. It's one of the many things that she loves about her angel girlfriend.

 

Minjeong loves the angelic touches that Jimin leaves on her body, each one a reminder of the otherworldly love they share. The feather-light touches of her fingertips seem to carry the grace and purity of her angelic nature, and every caress is infused with a warmth that makes Minjeong's heart race. Even the simplest of touches, like Jimin's hand brushing hers, fill Minjeong with a sense of calm and happiness that she can't quite describe. When Jimin wraps her arms around Minjeong, she feels as if she's being enveloped in the purest form of love. Every time Jimin kisses her, Minjeong feels as if she's being lifted up into the heavens. She loves how Jimin's angelic touches make her feel cherished and adored, as if she's the only person in the world who matters.

 

For Minjeong, Jimin's  touches are a reminder that their love is something truly special and magical. She cherishes every moment they share, and the way Jimin touches her is just one of the many reasons why she's entirely smitten with her angel girlfriend.

 

Minjeong cherishes every little moment she spends with Jimin, no matter how seemingly insignificant it may be. Whether it's a quiet night in, cuddled up on the couch, or a walk through the park hand-in-hand, she treasures each moment spent with her angel. From sharing stories and jokes to simply basking in each other's presence, every moment spent together feels like a gift to Minjeong. She knows that their time together is precious and fleeting, and so she savors each moment, grateful for the love and joy that Jimin brings to her life.

 

Minjeong is utterly and completely smitten with Jimin. She is head over heels in love with her angelic girlfriend, and it shows in every aspect of their relationship. Whether it's the way Jimin's wings flutter when she's happy, the soft glow of her halo, or the gentle touch of her fingers on Minjeong's skin, everything about Jimin makes Minjeong's heart skip a beat.

 

Jimin's love knows no bounds, for she loves with a purity and fierceness that surpasses any constraints or boundaries, without ever questioning or doubting her heart.

 

Jimin's love knows no bounds, for she loves with a purity and fierceness that surpasses any constraints or boundaries, without ever questioning or doubting her heart.

 

As an angel, Jimin's love burns with a passion that could ignite the stars, and woe to those who dare to hurt her loved ones, for they shall face the fury of her divine justice.

 

Jimin's love is like a blazing sun, so full of passion and intensity that it cannot be matched by any human. It is a love that is pure and unyielding, so full of light that it shines even in the darkest of places. Her love is not bound by the constraints of this mortal world, but rather transcends it, reaching out into the very depths of the heavens. With every beat of her celestial heart, Jimin pours out an infinite wellspring of love, radiating warmth and tenderness to all those who are lucky enough to be touched by it.

 

Jimin's love is unbreakable and unwavering, not swayed by the hurtful words and actions of others. She loves without fear, and her heart remains open and full of compassion, even in the face of adversity. Her love is so pure and strong that it cannot be tainted by the jealousy and negativity of others.

 

Jimin loves Minjeong because she sees beyond her physical form, beyond the wings and the halo, and into her soul. She loves her for who she is, not what she appears to be. And in return, Minjeong loves Jimin for the same reasons, knowing that she is more than just an angel. Their love is pure and true, built on a foundation of understanding and acceptance that transcends the boundaries of human and celestial.

 

When you fall in love with an angel, it will be too late to take back.