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“I just don’t get it” he says, shaking his head. “They specifically asked for something soft and cute. I give them that and they tell me it’s  too  soft? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, lifting his arms in the air. 

Jimin smiles as Namjoon pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, seeming as they had slid down with his exclamations. He always gets like this when it comes to his commissions and the short stories he writes for people. Of course, only when he has costumers that don’t seem to have an idea of what they actually want. There’re are always the good ones but every once in a while, he’ll get one that will literally just say a sentence and expect a whole story to come out of it (Namjoon can do that, it’s just that then, they go  ‘that wasn’t what I asked for’  and what the fuck is that supposed to mean if you only gave him a sentence?). Yes, Jimin is very defensive of his boyfriend. How can he not be? 

Namjoon is too cute and handsome for his own good. He’s also very hot, Jimin must add. Namjoon is honestly a lot of things. He’s tall and broad (Jimin likes that his body is so much bigger than his), he’s strong both physically and mentally (there was a time when this last one wasn’t necessarily included but he’s grown a lot and become better). He’s kind and nice to the whole world, even to people that don’t always deserve it. He’s smart and loves learning new things. He’s almost like an angel (Jimin would know). 

“I think you should talk to them and take your time investigating what they really want,” he replies, getting on his tiptoes to kiss the other one’s cheek. 

Namjoon’s arm is quick to wrap around Jimin’s waist and pull him close. He’s settled in between his arms, in front of his body and he’s content there, just being engulfed by him. Namjoon’s body is solid behind his, not perfect, just solid. Honestly, there’s something about perfection that Jimin hates. Perhaps it’s because of how used to it he’d grown, over the years before he met Namjoon. He still sees it but it only manages to make it better for when he’s with Namjoon again. 

“I love you,” Namjoon whispers against his cheek, kissing his skin. Jimin closes his eyes and lets him be the one guiding them forward. 

“So suddenly?” He asks. 

Namjoon hums, drowning his face in Jimin’s neck. He opens his eyes because now the other one isn’t focusing on the path in front of them. The day is beautiful, sun up in the sky. There’s a lot of people walking around, taking in the delicious sunlight. But Jimin feels as if it’s just them, wrapped in a bubble and happy next to each other. He’s glad everything has led to this, to  them . 

“I always love you,” Namjoon says. “But sometimes it just comes bursting out of my mouth, can’t help it,” he mumbles against Jimin’s skin. 

Jimin will never get tired of it, of how beautiful it is to  feel , to be here.  There’s always a void  when he’s up there, no feelings, no sensations, no  nothing . Of course, there are a lot of things in heaven but  Earth . Earth is just so magical and imperfect and it’s where Namjoon is. 

“I love you too,” Jimin whispers. 

It’s just become so easy to say it because the feeling is so real. It was hard back then, to believe that he was actually feeling something human, it had taken him a while. But after over three years, loving Namjoon just became a new part of his life, his  human  life. 

“Let's go home,” Namjoon whispers. “Want to cuddle in bed and do nothing.” 

Jimin giggles and shakes his head. 

“We have to go check out the new curtains,” he reminds him. 

Namjoon groans. 

“Why do we have to buy new curtains?” He asks. Jimin doesn’t need to look to know that he’s pouting. 

He snorts. 

“ Because ,” he begins, even though he knows Namjoon isn’t actually asking a question he wants an answer to. “You decided to bring the old ones down when you hung on to them.” 

“I was in the middle of falling onto the ground!” He exclaims, arms unlooping from around Jimin as he moves to walk backwards, in front of him. He points his finger at Jimin. “I could’ve hurt myself,” he adds, eyebrows furrowing. 

“You were in the middle of falling onto the ground because you tripped,” Jimin replies. “With your own foot.” 

Namjoon’s cheeks turn red and he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You’re so mean to me,” he mumbles, moving to keep walking next to Jimin. 

Jimin smiles widely and pauses for a second, in order to be able to jump onto Namjoon’s back. The other one, despite being angry (of course he isn’t) is fast to place his hands under Jimin’s thighs to help him settle comfortably on his back. His hand slides upwards towards one of his ass cheeks and Jimin squeals, slapping his shoulder. Namjoon just chuckles and puts his hand back in spot, walking easily with Jimin clinging to him from behind. 

“You’re my clumsy little baby,” Jimin murmurs, arms securing around his neck and face hiding in the back of it. “Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. 

Namjoon’s thumbs trace circles over his thighs and he continues walking towards the shopping mall, where they’ll be checking out the new curtains. It’s nice, being with Namjoon, like this. It’s nice having someone to take care of him, to move him around, to make him happy and to do things with. It’s nice to have Kim Namjoon. 

The rest of the walk towards the mall is silent but Jimin finds it comfortable. He and Namjoon usually like it a lot, just being next to each other, reading a book or lying in bed, no talking. They stay like that until they’re standing in front of the entrance and Jimin falls back onto his feet to be able to walk while holding Namjoon’s hand. Their fingers intertwine and they smile at each other after a quick kiss, before continuing inside. 

The shop, fortunately, isn’t full of people, so they take less than half an hour to find new curtains and ask for them to be dropped off at their place a few hours later. They have ice cream for a while, sitting close to each other in a booth close by and then they walk back home with their hands clasped together. 

Jimin loves the small place they have together. It’s really small, just the main room, the living room and a kitchen. But he loves it like that because he gets to be with Namjoon. The human’s commissions and other works earn him a good amount of money, Jimin contributes too with what he gets out of teaching children from a few kindergartens. It’s not a lot but they make it work and they’re happy together. 

Taehyung often asked him why he’d chosen this, to work and to try to be human. He’s always told him that it’s because he’s grown to know love and it’s all that he needs now to be happy. 

It’s Sunday, so they have the whole day for themselves. Half of it is gone already and sometime at noon, the curtains will be delivered but they still get comfy in bed, Namjoon’s body molding to Jimin’s. He always likes laying down a little bit under him, so that when he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, his face drowns in the angel’s chest. He says it makes him feel like there’s nothing that can get to him. He holds Jimin, too. But they always find each other lying like this in bed. Namjoon’s legs tangle up with his and his breathing slows down pretty quickly. 

It makes Jimin smiles. Namjoon is always falling asleep like this. He stays up until very late because he gets so into what he writes. Jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t really need sleep. Being down here tires out his physical body but when he’s back up in heaven, he recharges pretty quickly. Considering he goes there every night, he’s never had any problems with exhaustion. 

Sure, sometimes he does drift to sleep with Namjoon because when he’s holding him like that, he can’t help but feel soothed and lost in a bubble where only they exist. It’s one of those human experiences that he sometimes gets a glance of. 

Once upon a time, angel Jimin had come down to Earth to investigate how everything worked. And he’d fallen in love with a human. They’ve been together for more than three years and all along, the upper angels have believed that it’s just a relationship based off of sex. It’s better that they keep believing that. Jimin shouldn’t be threading around with human emotions. Sex is something angels don’t judge. They all enjoy feeling something so foreign to them, experiencing it a few times, several times. But falling in love with a human, a being from a  very  different species, that’s something they just don’t do. 

And it’s not as if Jimin had planned it. He hadn’t even come down here to search for sex. He’d come down because he wanted to observe closely how human life worked, how everything worked. He’d met Namjoon just a few weeks after he’d began coming down and after the human clumsily asked him out, he hadn’t been capable of saying no. After that, he just couldn’t get away. 

He lets his lips find Namjoon’s forehead and he brushes his bangs out of the way, carding his fingers backwards. He’s so happy that he did accept that day out. He’s never met anyone like him, not in heaven, not here on Earth. There’s just nobody like Namjoon. 

He knows there are things he has to solve, issues that aren’t being talked about. He can’t hide the fact that he’s an angel forever, not from Namjoon. What’s going to happen if Namjoon decides that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Jimin? When he asks him to marry him? What’s going to happen when the upper angels start asking questions, as to why he spends so much time with the human, so much time in the human world? 

They’re busy now, with everything that’s happening in the human world and with a few other issues that are very important in heaven. But they won’t be forever. A moment will come when everything will be settled and it’s then that they will look more closely. Jimin tries not to spend too much stressing over it but he sometimes just can’t help it. 

He looks back down at Namjoon, at his handsome face. The human is breathing so softly, so slowly. There’s a small smile on his lips and he seems perfectly... serene. Jimin holds him tighter, snuggling closer. Namjoon’s body moves too, arms tightening around him. He sighs and Jimin finds himself smiling. 

He’s so in love with Namjoon. He always will be. 

∞ 

“Baby?” He asks, when he answers the phone. Namjoon doesn’t normally call him when he’s at work. He’s always so busy with his own stuff that he forgets about everything happening around him. Jimin had come back home early a lot of times to find that Namjoon was sitting in the same position he was in, when he’d left and that he hadn’t even moved to eat for lunch. “What’s wrong?” He asks. 

Namjoon is silent for a moment and Jimin immediately doesn’t like it. He knows Namjoon, he’s grown to know him so well in the past years. Namjoon always has something to say, never hesitates.  

“What are you doing?” He asks, finally. 

A frown takes over Jimin’s eyebrows and he glances towards the kids for a second, to see that they’re all still fast asleep. 

“Watching the kids take a nap,” he says. “Is everything okay?” He asks. 

Namjoon goes silent again, for a long moment. 

“I miss you,” he whispers. 

Jimin frowns. Namjoon definitely doesn’t call him to say stuff like that. It’s not that he doesn’t normally miss Jimin; he does. He just doesn’t call to say it, he waits until Jimin goes back home to wrap him in a tight hug and whisper it to his ear. There definitely must be something wrong, there has to be a reason to his hesitation and to the fact that his voice sounds so... down. 

“You’re not answering me, Namjoon-ah,” Jimin says, nibbling on his bottom lip for a second. “Are you okay, baby? Need me to go home?” 

Namjoon sighs. 

“No, I—” he begins but cuts himself off. “I just wanted to tell you that I miss you a lot and that when you come home, I expect you to hug me until I fall asleep,” he finally goes on. 

It doesn’t make Jimin feel any better.  

“Joonie.” 

“I’m okay, Jiminie,” Namjoon assures. “I just miss you a lot.” 

Jimin still doesn’t believe him. 

“I’ll tell Seokjin to take over, yeah? I’ll be back home in an hour, how does that sound?” He asks, already making plans in his head and taking a second to make sure that the kids are still sleeping. 

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon says but it doesn’t sound convincing. It sounds more like he wants Jimin to do it. 

“I miss you a lot too, baby. I’m gonna go, yeah? Wait for me?” 

There’s a soft sigh but Namjoon’s voice pops up a second later. 

“Hurry, please,” he whispers. 

“I’ll be there soon,” he assures. “I promise.” 

When he hangs up, he’s quick to call Jin. They both step out of their classrooms and into the corridor. 

“Can you take my kids for what’s left of the day?” He asks. “Namjoon isn’t feeling well and I don’t want him to be alone,” he explains. 

Jin nods because he’s such a good human. Jimin knows he’s going to go to heaven when his time on Earth is over. 

“What’s wrong with him?” He asks, concern evident in his voice. 

“I don’t know,” Jimin says, scratching the back of his neck. He’s a little bit nervous, honestly. This is bringing him flashbacks to when he’d first met him. Namjoon would get like this sometimes, so down and so suddenly. He’d struggled with his mental health for a while, too absorbed with depression and things related to it. But whenever he did, he didn’t ask for Jimin to help him, he actually pushed him away. This just can’t be the same thing, Jimin doesn’t want to believe it. “He’s so down and he called to say that he missed me. He doesn’t ever call, you know that,” he explains. 

"Yeah, he never does,” Seokjin agrees. “I hope he just really misses you and is acting all baby,” he adds, patting Jimin’s shoulder. “Go take care of your man, I’ll bring your babies over here,” he says. 

Jimin agrees but helps him carry the few kids to his room, making sure to not wake them up. When they are all in Jin’s classroom and still fast asleep, he shows him an apologetic smile and hurries up to the closet in his classroom, to change back to his normal clothes and to grab his things 

He takes forty minutes to make it home and as soon as he comes in, he hurries in the direction of the main room. Namjoon is lying in the middle of the bed, curled to a side. He looks at Jimin but doesn’t move. He does show him a small smile, though. Jimin feels an ugly feeling settle on his chest. 

“Is my baby feeling down?” He asks softly, smiling back. 

“Cuddle me,” Namjoon whispers, reaching a hand out. 

Jimin nods, letting everything he’s carrying fall to the floor. He’d taken his shoes off by the door so he only has to jump onto the bed, letting Namjoon wrap himself around him. He grabs his face between his hands and leans down to kiss his lips softly. 

“What’s wrong, my sweet baby?” He asks, letting his nose brush Namjoon’s as he speaks. Namjoon shakes his head, eyes closed tight. Jimin kisses his lips again, in an attempt to get him to open up to him. “Talk to me,” he whispers. “I’m right here.” 

“I have a headache,” Namjoon whispers. He pouts when Jimin stops kissing him and the angel lets go of a laugh because he’s such a baby sometimes. He leans forward to kiss his lips again. 

“Is that why you wanted me to cuddle you?” He asks, hooking a leg over Namjoon’s hip to bring him closer. 

Namjoon hums, hand trailing up Jimin’s back. 

“Yeah,” he whispers.  

Jimin giggles. 

“Namjoon-ah,” he calls him.  

Namjoon hums again but doesn’t open his eyes. 

“Baby,” he calls.

“I have a headache,” Namjoon mumbles. “And I feel sad because the world feels so much bigger than me, Jimin-ah,” he goes on. Ah, there it is. So, he’s feeling down. It doesn’t sound like something bad because he’s still asking for kisses and cuddles and he’s telling Jimin to stay close. But he’s down, nonetheless and Jimin doesn’t like it when he gets that way. 

“But it isn’t,” he whispers. He combs Namjoon’s hair backwards, with his fingers, exposing his forehead and kissing it lightly. “You’re the biggest and most beautiful thing in this world,” he promises. 

And it’s true. In Jimin’s eyes, Namjoon is the best thing the Earth has. There’s nothing that can compare to him. 

“You just say that because you love me,” Namjoon mutters. 

He seems more relaxed, though. His eyebrows aren’t furrowed anymore and he’s breathing more calmly. His hand keeps moving over Jimin’s back, softly 

“I do love you,” Jimin replies. “That’s exactly why I’m telling you, I can see you, Namjoon. I see who you are, what you are, I see the real you. And it's beautiful,” he assures. 

Namjoon’s fingers suddenly fist his shirt and he startles when the human’s eyes snap open. It lasts a second, only. He’s being kissed the very next second, plump lips moving desperately over his. Namjoon’s hand moves to his hip, pulling him closer. He’s leaning forward, the position making Jimin fall backwards. 

“You always take everything bad away,” he murmurs against Jimin’s lips. His hand slides under the angel’s shirt and he gasps, surprised at the sudden change in the situation. “I love you so much, Jimin. I love you so much,” he whispers. 

Jimin is too surprised to move, for a long second. But when Namjoon’s nails claw at his skin, he arches into his body, head tilting backwards. Namjoon’s lips find his neck and his lips part. Ah, this man. He’s too distracting. He can’t even think properly. But it feels so good. It feels so good to feel human. 

“I love you too, Joonie. I love you so much, too,” he whispers, fingers drowning in Namjoon’s hair, tugging at it softly, but hard enough that the human groans, leans his head back. 

At the same time, their heads go back down and they look into each other’s eyes. 

“You’re distracting me,” Jimin whispers but he doesn’t sound angry at all. 

He sounds like he’s already lost in this, whatever is happening. With Namjoon, he never really knows what to expect. He often wants to just touch him, to feel him, slide his fingertips against his skin. But there are also times when he goes further, wants to make Jimin fall apart, wants to make him moan, wants to— 

“I just really wanna touch you,” Namjoon whispers, kissing Jimin’s lips. “I wanna touch you and fall asleep touching you.” 

Jimin just can’t deny him anything. 

“ Please ,” he whispers, arching his back again when Namjoon’s fingers drown in his back. 

Namjoon does touch him until he falls asleep. He lets his fingertips slide over Jimin’s skin, he lets his teeth nibble on the angel’s lower lip, he lets his nose brush against Jimin’s and he holds on tight. 

Jimin lets himself forget for a moment, just focuses on how close they are. He focuses on feeling Namjoon and letting him feel him. He focuses on watching him fall asleep and then he just stares at his face as he always does. He’s so handsome, so beautiful. Jimin wonders if it really just was about a headache, if it was really just about feeling a little bit smaller than normally. 

But the next day, when he wakes up, he’s fine and has a big smile on his lips. He tells Jimin that he loves him and then he makes love to him in the sweetest of ways. And so, Jimin imagines it was all just a moment of sadness. 

∞ 

Jimin forgets about it as the days go by. Namjoon is fine. Namjoon is smiling and happy and hugging him. Namjoon is fine. He still finds himself observing him more than usual but he can see that he’s fine and that keeps him calmed down.  

“Fancy seeing you here,” Taehyung says, as he comes into his room, followed by Hoseok. “It’s been a whole century,” he adds. 

Jimin rolls his eyes. It’s been a little over twenty-four hours. Taehyung’s house in heaven is beautiful. Honestly, every house in heaven is beautiful. They are similar to the ones down on Earth but they are actually just clouds floating around in the sky. It’s as easy as just touching one and immediately, you find yourself inside a place that looks exactly like a human house. Of course, there are angels that prefer to have their houses more heaven-like, everything shaped around by clouds. Others even prefer that there’s nothing at all, you step into darkness, just to be alone and meditate. Taehyung had chosen his house to be like Jimin’s, Earth-like. 

He watches as Hoseok settles against the pillows, half leaned onto the wall, at the top of the big bed. Taehyung crawls onto the sheets and settles in between his legs, letting his head rest on the other one’s chest. They snuggle so close to each other that Jimin can’t help but smile. Here in heaven, emotions and sensations aren’t felt, there’s no love like the love there’s down on Earth. You can only find physical feeling up here. That’s why angels often go down to search for a cute little human to have sex with, it makes them  feel , something they have no privilege of up in Heaven. And even then, Taehyung and Hoseok have found something Jimin only found on Earth. 

They love each other. It had been just a way of looking for something they yearned for but couldn’t get. Taehyung had wanted to feel, had been desperate for it and Hoseok too but they were both too scared of going down, of looking for that on Earth, like Jimin had. And they’d turned to each other. Jimin doesn’t know if either of them feels something, to this moment. But it led to them being together and now they really do love each other. He hopes they can actually  feel  that love, though. It’s beautiful and they should. 

“I was here yesterday,” he reminds him. 

Taehyung hums but seems a bit distracted with Hoseok kissing his neck a few times, before drowning his nose in the younger angel’s hair. They are always like this, snuggling close to each other, touching each other. He figures it must be their way of compensating for what they can’t feel, just showing the other that they’re there. 

“You spend so much time on Earth, though,” Taehyung says. “You must have gotten used to feeling, by this point,” he adds. 

His eyes close and he smiles when Hoseok intertwines their fingers on his belly. 

“I haven’t,” Jimin replies, sincerely. He really hasn’t. Touching Namjoon is still something impressive and beautiful, feeling him, too. Being with him, too. Everything is still new and beautiful with him. There’s a comfortable silence settled in the room, after that. Jimin doesn’t mind it. He normally just comes over to Taehyung’s place because he doesn’t see him as much as before and because they are best friends, have known each other for so long. Being here is like being home. “Are you guys ever going to give it a try?” 

“Yes,” Hoseok is the one to answer. His answer is so immediate and secure that Jimin blinks in surprise. They’d always been so sure about this, about staying up in Heaven. And now they apparently do want to go down? Jimin’s eyes find Taehyung’s, which have just opened. “We’ve been planning it for a while, we just don’t know when we’ll manage to,” he further explains. 

Jimin smiles widely. 

“That’s so good!” He exclaims, clapping and standing on his feet to jump around. “I can totally help you guys in whatever way you need,” he says, moving to sit on the bed, cross-legged, in front of them. 

Hoseok nods, before hiding his face in Taehyung’s neck and he seems to settle for staying there, since his arms tighten around the younger angel. Jimin’s best friend smiles, before looking at him. 

“What brings you here, Jiminie?” He asks. “How’s Namjoon?” 

“He’s okay,” he assures. “There’s just this feeling in my chest, I’m not sure about what it is,” he starts explaining. “I mean, here, I can’t feel it, even though I know it’s there. But when I’m down there, I feel... anxiety? I’m not sure because I don’t really know what anxiety feels like, just know what Namjoon’s described me and what I’ve seen of it.” 

Taehyung frowns. 

“Are you sure everything is alright, then?” He asks. His fingers have stopped moving over Hoseok’s hands, have stopped trailing over his soft and perfect asking. “I’ve read about the anxiety humans feel, it’s supposed to come with bad things, with fear of the unknown or of possible future events,” he explains. 

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip. 

“I mean, there’s nothing bad happening,” he says, more to himself than for Taehyung. He thinks back to a few days ago, to the “headache” day. Could that be considered something bad? He knows humans have headaches all the time, he knows they don’t always mean something bad or deeper than what they are, just pain. 

“There’s something in your mind,” Taehyung says. “Tell us, come one.” 

Now, Taehyung is his best friend and maybe he doesn’t know Hoseok as much as he knows Tae but they still have always been friends and honestly, there’s no need to be worried here, he trusts them. 

“Namjoon had... a few problems in the past, with his thoughts. Remember how I told you that?” He asks, playing with his fingers. Taehyung nods. “Well, I think he might have had a small backstep, the other day. He said it was a headache but he sounded a little bit desperate and just wanted me to go home to him,” he explains. “I think that’s what has me a bit... just worried,” he adds. 

“Well, he’s human, Jimin,” Taehyung replies. “It’s normal that he goes through things like that.” 

“Yeah, I know,” he says. He does know, it doesn’t make him feel any better. 

“You’re scared for his life,” Taehyung states. 

Jimin shouldn’t be scared. He shouldn’t worry. It’s a soul that might have to come up to Heaven a bit sooner, or maybe not, they can’t know. He should be happy about it, about a soul coming up to help in whatever they have to. But it feels (not up here, of course) like he would be losing Namjoon. He wouldn’t get to see him, up here. He wouldn’t get to  feel  him. He knows it wouldn’t be enough. Not anymore. 

“If something happens to him—” 

“—he’ll come up here,” Taehyung interrupts. “He’s a great soul, you know he will.” 

“Yes, but here I can’t feel him. I can’t have him,” he whispers. 

He knows he should be feeling sad. But angels don’t cry, they just can’t. And they also don’t feel emotions so he’s stuck. He wants to let it go but he can’t while he’s up here. 

“You’re really so in love with him, aren’t you?” Hoseok asks, finally lifting his face from where it had been hidden. “What does it feel like?” He asks, curiosity taking over. 

Jimin doesn’t even know how to explain that. He doesn’t think that words can make justice to the actual feeling. 

“When you guys go down there, I’m sure you’ll feel it towards each other,” he begins. Hoseok nuzzles his nose into Taehyung’s cheek and they both smile. Jimin is sure of it. “But if you want words, I guess it just feels like nothing makes sense, nothing at all. Yet when I’m with him, it’s all perfectly structured, perfectly defined. I don’t need more, just his arms around me and his eyes looking into mine. It also feels like I’m him and he’s me. Like we’re one person separated in two bodies. Like soulmates.” 

Taehyung hums. 

“It sounds beautiful,” he whispers. “There’s something I would be worried about, if I could feel that emotion,” he adds. 

Jimin frowns. 

“What?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. What could be worrying about love? It’s perfect, a different type of perfection than what he’s used to up here. 

Something glows in Taehyung’s eyes and then: 

“You don’t have your wings on you,” he says, voice soft, almost as if it’s forbidden. 

It’s not but Jimin also shouldn’t be wingless right now. He’s in Heaven, he has no reason to hide them. 

“I’ve just—” he begins but stops, shaking his head. 

The wings appear suddenly, when he takes them out of the magic hole they’re in. They spread big and wide and so white, so perfect. He looks at Taehyung, at his wings, just as big. They’re closed and tucked in between he and Hoseok, the older angel’s wings, on the other hand, are spread behind him, forming some sort of wall around them, keeping the front free for Jimin to see them. 

“You’re getting used to the human life,” Taehyung says. 

Well, it’s been three years. Jimin has been practically living down there for three years. Of course, he’s getting used to it. He’s more used to feeling than to not feeling, at this point. He doesn’t even care. He can only think about being with Namjoon. 

“I love him,” he says, because he has nothing more to confess. 

“I want to meet him,” Taehyung says. “I want to see if he’s... someone you can actually give away everything for, just— I want to know the reason as to why my best friend is unhappy up here and wants to stay down there.” 

Jimin looks down. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. 

It’s easy to accept it, that he doesn’t like being here anymore, not as much as he likes being down there. He wishes, he wants. Maybe he can. But he doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know who he can tell. He could put Namjoon at risk, he could put himself at risk. He shouldn’t want to be human but he desperately does. He wants to keep his human side but he doesn’t want to lose this. 

“We should search for information, yes?” Taehyung asks. “We could come across something that could help us see what we can do,” he explains. 

Jimin nods. 

“Okay,” he accepts. He’s grateful he has someone who can help him and whom he can trust. 

“Okay,” Taehyung says, showing him a small smile. 

Hoseok smiles, too. 

Jimin nibbles on his lower lip. 

“I’m going to go,” he announces. 

He misses Namjoon, he wants to be with him, he wants to be held by him, he wants to never be apart. 

“Be careful,” Taehyung says, because he always does. 

Jimin nods, as always and stands to leave. 

∞ 

He looks at Namjoon, still fast asleep. It’s early, barely six in the morning but his alarm will be going off at six fifteen and then he’ll get up to go to the bathroom, take a shower, he’s get ready to start working or he might get dressed to go to the publishing company, if he has some meeting. It’s Saturday, so Jimin doesn’t have work and he’ll stay back, miss him, want him. 

Now that he’s back down here, he feels desperate, he feels  fear , he feels that anxiousness he hates and he just wants to be close to Namjoon forever, he wants everything bad to go away. Almost because he can’t help it, he stumbles towards the bed, crawls onto the sheets and moves to Namjoon’s lap, spreading his body onto his. He kisses his lips softly, moving towards his cheeks, covering him in small kisses. He lets his hands slide down the human’s shoulders, thumbs drowning in the skin of his biceps. He’s so beautiful, so handsome. 

Namjoon sighs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. He shifts a bit but doesn’t fully turn because Jimin’s body is keeping him down. He moves to kiss his neck, sliding his hands over his chest.  

“I love you so much,” he whispers into the dark room. “I want to be with you forever, Joon. I promise I’ll try, I’ll find a way. And I’ll tell you everything” 

When he moves to Namjoon’s lips again, the older one groans, hands moving and falling onto Jimin’s hips. He’s finally waking up and he feels so warm, so good against Jimin’s body. It feels so good to  feel . 

“Jimin-ah,” he whispers, hands moving to Jimin’s back and sliding under his shirt. “I’m taking the day off,” he mutters, before he’s suddenly moving, rolling them to the side. Jimin only has time to squeal before he’s found under Namjoon’s bigger body, trapped and pressed into the mattress and Namjoon feels so good right there, caging him. 

Jimin can’t even make a joke about Namjoon’s sudden decision, he can’t do anything apart from thinking about Namjoon, apart from thinking about having him forever. He never wants to let go of him. 

When Namjoon’s face hovers over his, he cups it between his hands. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, softly. “You look like you’re very wide away,” he mentions. “Were you having trouble sleeping?” He asks, sounding worried. 

“I just miss you,” he whispers. 

It feels that way, as if they’ve been apart for too long, as if he hasn’t seen him in a while. As if he might not get to, at some point. And it’s how it’s supposed to be. Jimin only ages when being down here but up there, he goes back to being immortal, non-human, no aging. Namjoon will reach old age, will die. And what will happen with Jimin, then? How will he just move on? How will he? 

He doesn’t notice he’s crying until Namjoon frowns, using one of his hands to brush his fingertips across his cheeks and take the tears away. It  hurts . Jimin is hurting for the first time ever in his life (both human and angel) and it hurts so fucking much. It feels like there’s something inside of him, ripping him open, making him want to yell. He wants to hold on to Namjoon and he wants him to make everything better. 

“Why are you crying?” Namjoon asks, worry taking over his voice. “Baby, what happened?” he asks, leaning down to kiss his cheeks, take the new tears away. “I love you,” he whispers. “Talk to me, let me help you.” 

“I miss you,” Jimin whispers, because it’s the only truth he can tell him. He misses him even though he’s yet to lose him but he will and that scared him, that makes him cry even harder. “I want to be with you forever, Namjoon-ah. I love you so much.” 

Namjoon leans down to capture his lips in a brief kiss. 

“I want to be with you forever, too. Always. You’re the love of my life, I don’t want anyone other than you, forever.” The words are soothing but the pain is still there and Jimin desperately wants to feel whole, wants to feel like he’s a part of Namjoon and like Namjoon is a part of him. “Don’t cry, it hurts when you cry. Tell me how to make it better, Jimin-ah,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss him again. 

It’s not the first time Jimin is crying. He’d cried the first time he felt, when he came down to Earth. Because it had been so beautiful. But this type of crying, it’s so overwhelming, it’s too much. Jimin doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

“Touch me,” he whispers. “Make me feel human,” he begs. 

Namjoon clearly doesn’t think much of that request. Jimin knows what it means for him but Namjoon doesn’t know that it’s something different to what he’s guessing. He does what Jimin asks, though. He leans down and kisses him again, his hand moving to settle under Jimin’s shirt. When his fingertips settle on his skin, Jimin arches his back off the bed, eyes closing tight. He’s never going to get used to it, to how good it feels to be touched by someone he loves so deeply, so  real . Namjoon’s fingertips trail up the middle of his stomach, to his sternum, move over his ribs. 

He pauses, gets off of him for a second and takes Jimin’s shirt off, before falling on top of him again. His hands move to Jimin’s chest again, slide over his collarbones, touch his neck. He leans down and kisses him again, lips moving insistently over Jimin’s. His hand presses firm onto Jimin’s chest and slides down again, now fully touching him, no feather-like touches. It’s grounding, somehow deeper in meaning. He moves away and Jimin whines because his lips aren’t on his anymore. 

Namjoon just kisses him one last time before he’s moving to straddling Jimin’s thighs. Both his hands fall onto Jimin’s belly, moving down to his hips, half his hands touching his skin and the other half on top of Jimin’s sweat pants. His thumbs dig into Jimin’s lower belly and he gasps, eyes closing tight.  

Namjoon has always touched him like this, so gently, yet so intensely. The way he looks at Jimin, through hooded eyes, the way his eyes follow his hands as they move over Jimin’s body. He’s always told Jimin that he’s too pretty, too beautiful, so perfect. Jimin is grateful for the tiny bit of perfection his angel body gives to his human body. It makes Namjoon worship him and he loves being worshipped by him. 

“So pretty,” Namjoon whispers, right that second, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding them downwards, with his boxer briefs. 

Namjoon lets the clothes fall onto the floor and digs his thumbs into the inside of his legs, up until they reach the inside of his thighs. He gasps again, as Namjoon spreads his legs open and crawls on his knees until he’s settled in between them, body flush against Jimin’s. The angel feels his breath hitch in his throat, body warming up to the feel of Namjoon on top of him, still fully clothed. He feels his cheeks burn up while Namjoon cups his face in between his hands, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. 

Namjoon keeps kissing him, lips very soft against Jimin’s, but as he does, his hands slide downwards, over his neck, barely pressing into his skin yet firm enough that it makes Jimin whine, body moving under Namjoon’s. The human doesn’t budge, obviously, so much bigger than Jimin. He just stops, briefly, using one of his hands to grab Jimin’s right thigh. He digs his fingers into his skin and makes him gasp, arch his back off the bed, again. He uses his hand to move his leg until it’s wrapped around his waist and Jimin follows with the other one, hands falling over Namjoon’s back, settling on his shoulder blades. 

The human continues, then. His hands slide softly down Jimin’s neck, towards his shoulders. He’s so heavy that he feels like he’s being crushed but he doesn’t care, he wants this, he wants to feel Namjoon as much as he can. The human lets slides downwards, hips pressed against Jimin’s. He moans, the feeling of Namjoon’s cock dragging over his own, barely separated by anything, makes heat coil in his stomach, makes him want more. 

But Namjoon’s hips stop touching his once he makes it down, hands moving over Jimin’s chest, sliding down to his tummy. He moves on to his sides, his waist and digs his thumbs into the back of Jimin’s forearms, towards his wrists. Then on his palms. It feels good, to be touched, to feel it inside of himself, even if it’s a superficial touch, over his skin. He closes his eyes because he wants to be fully focused on the feeling and his lips part when Namjoon moves to his hips, over his thighs, down to his legs and then his feet. He sighs. 

He’s almost completely forgotten about everything and he’s grateful for it, he’s grateful that Namjoon has taken such a horrible feeling away and that the only thing that’s left to feel is love, love and love. 

“I love you,” he whispers, when Namjoon starts taking his own clothes off. He watches him strip, throw his shirt over his shoulder, stand for a second, to slide out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs. 

When he’s on top of Jimin again, he smiles at him and brushes his nose against his. 

“I love you too, angel,” he whispers back. 

Jimin’s heart beats faster, as usual. Ever since Namjoon had gotten ahold of that pet name, Jimin had had it so much more difficult to not react, to not feel like he was being called out. It made him feel better than ever before, though. To have Namjoon call him angel, it made him feel as if Namjoon knew that part of him that he’d kept well hidden.  

They kiss for a moment, just gently and taking each other in. But then Namjoon uses on of his hands to wrap Jimin’s legs around his waist again and he starts rocking his hips forward, searching for friction. Jimin’s response is immediate. He gasps, lifting his hips to meet his slow thrusts. It’s erotic in a way Jimin loves. God, Jimin loves everything about being with Namjoon. The way he makes love to him is just more than he could have ever wished for. It makes him feel so much. 

Namjoon’s lips are clasped to his collarbone, breath shaking with each one of his thrusts, a whine escaping, when he can’t seem to help it. His fingers are interlaced with Jimin’s, pinning their hands above the angel’s head, into the pillow. It’s something Jimin likes, when he has no control over the situation, when Namjoon is the one leading the way. His back arches off the bed again when Namjoon sucks on his skin and he moans, full on whimpering when it starts feeling too slow. Desperation takes over him and he tries grinding his hips faster, harder, he tries to pull his hands out of where they’re trapped but Namjoon is strong —fuck, Jimin loves that— and he can’t move at all. 

“Joon,” he whines, letting his lips slide over the skin of Namjoon’s neck. “Make love to me,” he whispers. “Please.” 

“You’re so perfect,” Namjoon whispers, as if ignoring his words. 

Jimin whines again but Namjoon’s hips start moving faster, his body slipping over Jimin’s. It feels good, so good. But he wants more, he  needs  more. And Namjoon wants that, too. He’s grunting against Jimin’s skin, lips parted and shaky breaths escaping. He groans when Jimin’s lips find the spot below his jaw and then he’s letting go, giving Jimin enough time to drown his fingers in Namjoon’s back, something he knows the human loves. His nails dig into his skin and Namjoon whines, suddenly stopping his movements, all together. 

“Want you now,” he says, voice desperate. 

“Please, please, please,” Jimin pleads, sliding his hands to Namjoon’s waist. Namjoon nods but doesn’t move. Jimin whines again, pouting because he just can’t help it. 

Namjoon nods again and this time, moves to go for something inside the nightstand. Jimin knows it’s lube but he always forgets about it, always feels so desperate that he can’t think properly. He waits for Namjoon and urges him on, once he’s settled on his calves, in between his legs. 

“Hurry,” he whispers, no room for shyness. 

Namjoon does as Jimin pleads. He coats his fingers with lube and reaches in between Jimin’s legs. The angel has no time to prepare for it because Namjoon goes straight to the point, finger slipping inside because Jimin’s body is so used to this by now, to being Namjoon’s. He takes it with no resistance, gasping and moaning as Namjoon works him open. It’s nothing special, nothing calm. It’s just filled with desperation, the need to get to the actual sex, once and for all. 

It still takes a while for Namjoon to finish and when he does, he positions himself over Jimin. He takes a moment to kiss him, uses his hands to wrap the angel’s legs around his waist (he has a thing for doing that, Jimin has noticed over the past years) and he leans forward, hands falling at either side of Jimin’s head. 

“I love you,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss his lips. 

Jimin kisses him back. 

“I love yo—” he’s in the middle of saying, when Namjoon thrusts inside, all the way in, without hesitation. 

He moans so loud that his cheeks blush and his body shakes with pleasure, even though nothing major has happened yet. It’s just that no matter how many times they’ve done this, it still feels beyond good to Jimin, it feels better than anything he’s ever experienced on Earth before. Namjoon breathes in and out for a moment, just looking straight into Jimin’s eyes. His forehead is covered in sweat and his lips are parted and he looks so hot. Jimin pushes the strands of his hair out of his face and lets his fingers trail over his neck, massaging the skin briefly, before moving them back to Namjoon’s shoulder blades and pulling him flush towards his chest.  

“You feel so good,” Namjoon whines, eyes closing tight and forehead falling onto Jimin’s. “Always so good. I never want to let you go,” he mutters. It sounds like he’s lost in pleasure because he keeps murmuring, doesn’t even move. 

Jimin has to let his hands slide downwards, fall to Namjoon’s ass and he pushes him against him, whimpering when he feels him move inside of him. He doesn’t have to do it again because Namjoon groans, starting too move back, just to thrust back in at a dangerously slow pace. It feels like it’s too much but at the same time, it feels as if it’s not enough. Jimin lifts his hips to meet his movements and lets his lips fall to Namjoon’s neck, trying to muffle his moans. It’s so early in the morning, he’d almost forgotten about that. 

But Namjoon is making love to him so good, he can’t stay quiet for long. It takes Namjoon’s fingers digging into his hip to have him moaning again, nails scratching over the human’s back, pleasure building inside of him at such an alarming rate. His body is hot all over and everything feels so overwhelming and he can’t breathe but it feels so good. 

They don’t speak much after that. Maybe it’s because they’d been at it for a while, before Namjoon actually got inside of him, maybe it’s just like that between them. But Jimin feels arousal grow quickly inside his lower belly, his legs trembling with pleasure. Namjoon’s hips snap forward at an erratic pace, his grunts turning into full on moan, breathy whines escaping from time to time, whenever Jimin clenched around him and his  prostrate . Fuck, Jimin loves that thing, if only he could feel it when being up in Heaven. Oh, wow. That’s so dirty. Thinking about Heaven while having sex. 

Namjoon angles his hips so that he’s hitting Jimin’s prostrate with every thrust and it has him trying to move away, the overwhelming sensation being too much. Namjoon easily pins his wrists down on the bed and goes faster, harder, even though it seems impossible. And Jimin — he just takes it, helplessly, tears forming in his eyes with how good it feels. 

“J-Joon,” he stutters, eyes closing shut. 

His lips part and his back arches and pleasure shoots all over his body. He comes, shaking violently, the heels of his feet digging into Namjoon’s ass and his nails scratching the skin of his back. And Namjoon is moaning too, hips moving a few more times before he’s coming inside of Jimin, shaking as well. 

It feels like it lasts forever, bodies shaking together, cum dripping between their bodies and down Jimin’s thighs. Their chests are heaving and Namjoon’s face is hidden in Jimin’s neck as he seems to try to calm down.  

It takes them a while but soon enough, everything goes down and pleasure stops controlling them. Namjoon slips out but doesn’t move away. Jimin wouldn’t let him, anyway. He’s still clinging to him like a money, too content under his weight. 

He combs Namjoon’s hair backwards, while they both regain their breaths. 

“Tell me why you were crying,” Namjoon whispers, lips kissing Jimin’s chest for a second, before he presses his cheek to his skin. He sighs, sounding content. 

It’s a little startling to notice that he’d forgotten about the initial reason to their conversation but he’s quickly brought back to it once Namjoon mentions it. 

“I’m scared,” Jimin can't help confess. “About — I don’t even know,” he mutters. 

“ I  know,” Namjoon whispers, not lifting his cheek from where it rests. 

“You do?” Jimin asks, eyebrows furrowing. 

“I’m scared of life, of death. I’m scared of tomorrow and the past, I’m scared of the unknown, I’m scared of everything,” Namjoon says, voice soft and tired. “It’s something we have to live with. We don’t know what will happen or what happened, we don’t know much, just what we manage to catch. And it’s okay to be scared of it, it’s okay to feel that way, Jimin,” Namjoon assures. 

He explains it so calmly, as if he understands it perfectly. And maybe he does. He’s human, he’s used to these feelings, he knows them well. Jimin isn’t, 

“It just caught me off guard,” he explains, sincerely. 

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon says. “I’m here to make it all better,” he promises. 

Jimin looks up at the ceiling. He is. He is and Jimin has to stop overthinking, he needs to stop worrying so much over something that won’t happen and that, anyway, he has no power over. He should maybe stop thinking about it, pretend it doesn’t exist, for now, until he grows used to it. 

He doesn’t say anything, just focusing on their breaths, slow and calmer. 

“You said you’d be taking the day off?” Jimin asks, only now remembering the words. 

“Yeah, I don’t have much to do,” Namjoon says, voice lower, almost sleepy, like he’s falling asleep. 

“Okay,” Jimin whispers, closing his eyes. 

His human body is tired with the effort and it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep, Namjoon’s body still a solid weight on top of him. It’s fine. Everything is fine. 

∞ 

Jimin dreams of the day they met each other, that night. He dreams about stumbling into Namjoon just a few seconds after coming down to Earth and he dreams of Namjoon’s eyes falling to his face, of them staring at him with so much intent and then whispering an almost silent ‘wow’. He dreams about how he fell in love with him, so easily, so quickly. 

But then he dreams about him falling sick and he wakes up in cold sweat, alone. He hears Namjoon moving around the kitchen but it doesn’t make him feel any better. He’s scared, he’s still so scared. 

∞ 

Namjoon is curled up in a ball, covered by the sheets, when Jimin arrives from work. He looks so small that Jimin can’t help but wince. That pressure in his chest grows again. Honestly, it doesn’t leave anymore. He’s been so worried and scared for the past day and he can’t push that feeling away, no matter what he does or what Namjoon tells him. 

And clearly, the human isn’t feeling well. Jimin is quick to scramble towards the bed, trying to get under the covers with Namjoon but the boy shakes his head and uses his hands to stop him. 

“Don’t,” he says. “You’ll get sick, too.” 

It’s not the first time Namjoon gets a cold (it looks like a cold, from Jimin’s perspective) but this just seems so much... worse? It must be because Jimin is so scared. He’s overthinking. He pushes Namjoon’s weak hands away and settles on top of the covers, right next to him. He puts his hand on his forehead and sees that he has a small fever. He’s trembling, too. He’s shaking a lot. 

“Are you cold?” Jimin asks, starting to get up. 

“Y-yeah,” Namjoon stutters. 

He closes his eyes, curling more into a ball and half his face disappears under the covers. Jimin moves quickly. He starts heating up water to make something hot for Namjoon’s cold. He hesitates but tries pulling the covers off of him. 

“N-no!” Namjoon exclaims, eyes snapping open. “I-I’m cold,” he says. “W-why would y-you do that?” He asks. 

He’s trembling so hard that he keeps stuttering. Jimin nibbles on his lower lip, worriedly. 

“Baby, I think maybe we should go to the doctor,” he mentions. 

“No,” Namjoon says, quickly. His voice is a bit scared and his eyes plead at Jimin so painfully. “I d-don’t need to go to the d-doctor, it’s just a cold,” he whispers, shaking his head. 

Jimin lays down next to him, ignoring Namjoon’s attempts to stop him. Jimin will be fine, he can just go up to Heaven and it would be gone, if he were to catch a cold. Namjoon isn’t fine and this cold doesn’t seem like just a cold. 

“Namjoon, are you sure—” he starts asking. 

“Yes,” he says. “Just —  please ,” he mutters, jaw clenched. 

He’s trying to hold back the tremors in his body. Jimin takes his fingers to his forehead and slides them across his skin. He’s sweating a bit. Jimin has to take at least one of the covers off his body. 

“Namjoon, I’m going to take off one of the covers,” he warns. “You have a fever and you’re sweating,” he explains. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon says, clutching the covers tighter. 

“Sorry,” the angel mumbles, but takes the covers out of Namjoon’s weak hands. He slides one off and makes a face when Namjoon lets go of a pained whine. He’s still covered but now barely. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. He hates this, he doesn’t like it at all. It hurts so much; he wants it to stop. He needs to make it stop. “Can we please go to the doctor?” Jimin asks, practically begs. 

Namjoon shakes his head. Jimin knows how much he hates going to the doctor. But this doesn’t look okay, this doesn’t let him feel okay. He wants Namjoon to be fine and standing and holding him. 

Jimin doesn’t say anything else, just snuggles closer and keeps ignoring Namjoon’s protests. He lets his leg hook over Namjoon’s and lets his fingers comb his hair out of his face. Namjoon’s eyes open slightly, finding Jimin’s. They look so worried and so... terrified. Jimin wants to take that away, too. 

“It’s just a c-cold,” Namjoon whispers, exhaling softly, tiredly. 

His eyes close again and Jimin tries breathing calmly. It’s just a cold, he tells himself. He wants to believe that too. 

∞ 

It’s not just a cold. 

Jimin had never considered it a possibility. He’d never thought about it. He hadn’t thought that it could be possible.  Human life is full of negative things, too . Taehyung had told him, had warned him. Jimin had been too happy, had ignored the reasonable thoughts. He should’ve known that his dreams, his fears — they all had a reason. He should’ve known. 

He should’ve known. It must be a punishment from the Gods, for having threaded so closely to feelings, to the human world. Namjoon’s cold doesn’t go down after a couple of days but he keeps insisting that it’s just that, that there’s nothing to worry about. Jimin begs to take him to the doctors but Namjoon keeps saying no. He even cries, pleads with his hands in front of him. And Jimin gives in because he loves him and hates hurting him.  

He asks about his commissions, what’s happening to them now that he’s sick but Namjoon confesses that he’s working on a last one and that he hasn’t gotten any new ones. They talk about it a bit, when Namjoon is lucid enough and not falling asleep because of the antibiotics he’s taking. It turns out that the human had been feeling so down because his contract at the publishing company will be over in a few days and they’ve yet to tell him that they want to renew it. So, Jimin finds out it’s a mix of things, all piling up inside of Namjoon; and the human hadn’t told him. 

They touch rock bottom, as humans call it. It just happens so out of a sudden. One day everything is fine and the next everything is escalating very quickly. It all comes crashing down on Jimin so strongly that he has to flee to Heaven, the second Namjoon falls asleep in his hospital bed. 

Taehyung is the one he searches for, as soon as he gets there and he’s grateful that he finds him unoccupied, just sitting on his bed, body relaxed and eyes closed. They open as soon as he hears Jimin coming in, though. He blinks in surprise as Jimin’s eyes find his and then he’s frowning, opening his arms for Jimin to throw himself at them. 

He can’t cry, not up here but it almost feels as if he’s doing so. He knows the feeling, knows how it is, so he imagines how it would be. He lets Taehyung hold him and drowns his face in his neck and just waits for it to pass, waits for it to get better so that he can talk. 

“He’s sick,” he mumbles, fingers fisting the material of Taehyung’s apparel. He shakes his head but doesn’t move away, lets his forehead rest on Taehyung’s shoulder and keeps his legs crossed, in between Tae’s longer ones. 

“Namjoon?” Taehyung asks, softly. 

His hands trail up and down Jimin’s back, comforting. 

“Pneumonia,” he whispers, taking a shaky breath. 

“Oh.” 

Nothing more is said for a long while. Jimin finds himself remembering what has happened in the past few days. He’s exhausted... well, he  was  exhausted, before he came up here. He’d been three days down on Earth, no break, no coming up to regain strength. It had almost been too hard to manage to come back. Namjoon is so sick, sicker than Jimin has ever seen him. His “cold” had gotten worse with every day Namjoon refused to go to the doctor. He started breathing heavily, started burning up a lot more, he shivered and trembled and barely slept, barely ate. But it took Jimin coming home from work to find Namjoon passed out on the floor, to actually pick him up however he could and take him to the doctors. 

They said he was lucky, that a few hours more and Namjoon could’ve died.  Died . Jimin still can remember how it had felt, the pain and fear, just by knowing that Namjoon could’ve been gone. They said it was a bacterial pneumonia, that it might have gotten passed to him when he was at the publishing company (Namjoon had mentioned, when he was back to himself, after he had medicines put to his vein, that a coworker had been sick, sometime before). They’d taken blood tests and a chest x-ray, to make sure and once it was confirmed, they’d started treatment. Antibiotics (more potent ones than the ones Namjoon had been taking by himself) put to the vein, painkillers to swallow down with water. 

Only then, when Namjoon was finally interned and fast asleep, looking better, having color, no more paleness to his skin nor that soft blueish color on his lips, only then did Jimin come up here. He needs strength and he needs a moment because the doctor said it was too late, they shouldn’t have waited so long, that it could make it harder to treat Namjoon, that he was still walking over the line of death and life. Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Where is he now?” Taehyung’s question brings him back to reality. “Tell me what happened,” he asks, still so softly. 

Jimin explains from the beginning, takes his time telling him everything that he should know. 

“Okay, but he’s being treated, right?” Taehyung asks. “He’s at the hospital and he’s safe,” he goes on. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“The medicine, he’s going to need it for a while,” he whispers. “And it’s very expensive,” he goes on. 

Taehyung frowns. 

“But Namjoon has a job,” he says. 

Jimin thinks he might be crying. He isn’t, of course, but he feels like he is. He remembers how it is, he’s sure it would be there if he was down on Earth. Taehyung just holds his hand, lets him know that he’s there. 

“His contract ended a few days ago, the company hasn’t contacted him or me,” he explains. “And he hasn’t received any new commissions, either,” he adds. “He can’t write them, anyway. We have to pay this month’s bills and he won’t be getting any money, I don’t have enough, I get paid little. I don’t know what to do, Taehyung,” he says. It sounds desperate but he can’t feel it, can’t sense it under his skin. He figures it doesn’t really matter. Once he makes it down to Earth, he’ll definitely feel it. “I don’t have money for his medicines, Tae,” he adds, voice so low that he wonders if Taehyung actually manages to catch it. 

There's another moment of silence. They don’t move, Taehyung keeps holding Jimin and Jimin keeps his forehead pressed to the other one’s shoulder. He breathes slow and steady and just waits for a solution he knows isn’t going to come because they’re in Heaven and everything is alright here but down in Earth, things don’t always have a way of turning good. 

“I don’t know,” Taehyung whispers, finally. 

It’s okay. Jimin was expecting it. He moves away and shakes his head. 

“I just needed to talk,” he explains. He knows Taehyung doesn’t have a solution for him. “I wanted you to know, in case I don’t come back up in a while. I have to take care of him,” he goes on. 

Taehyung nods. 

“Be careful, though. You look a bit tired and you shouldn’t, you’re up here,” he says, eyebrows furrowing and fingers trailing over his face.  

“I was down for three days, I think it’s taking a while for me to recover,” he explains. 

Taehyung lifts his chin up with his finger, eyes drowning in Jimin’s. 

“Be careful,” he repeats. 

Jimin nods. 

“I will be.” 

When he leaves, he doesn’t go down to Earth. He moves to his own place. He has a plan — a stupid plan. Well, it might not be necessarily stupid but it’s something he shouldn’t even be considering. Yet he finds himself alone in his human-styled house. He’s standing in front of the mirror, his golden wings spread behind him like a huge wall. They’re beautiful. Jimin has always loved them, has always been praised for them because they are so big despite him being small. Jimin’s wings are his most precious possession. He protects them at all cost and he keeps them where nobody can touch them. When he comes down to earth, magic from heaven is what keeps them hidden, away from human hands, away from evil hands.  

It’s should be alarming, that he doesn’t hesitate. He’s not sure when the life of a human —of  Namjoon — turned so important that he didn’t even care about harming his wings. He’s not sure but it doesn’t matter. All he can think about is the fact that the money he raises is for paying this month’s rent and that leaves them with enough to survive until his next paycheck. But medicine, that extra money, he can’t afford it. He can’t solve the money situation but he can help Namjoon get better without the medicine. 

He can. He could also end up being stripped from his wings. He could also end up dying, if the Gods were to decide that he didn’t deserve to be in this world (Heaven, Earth or Hell) anymore. But Namjoon is sick and they don’t have money for the medicine and there’s the hospital bill he already has to pay because he’s been staying for two nights. He reaches his hand behind himself, fingers clasping one of the big feathers. He wonders if it’ll hurt. He wonders how he’ll use it on Namjoon. But neither of those thoughts stop him. He plucks it out. 

Immediately, what feels like fire, spreads from the spot that has been harmed and his wings contract in pain, surround him. He falls on his knees as the heat moves to his whole body and he trembles, the feeling taking over. He’d been expecting it not to hurt, since they don’t have those kinds of feelings up here. But it does hurt, even worse than anything that’s ever hurt down on Earth. 

By the time the pain goes down and he can finally stand up again, his forehead is covered in sweat and he feels exhausted, ten times worse than before. This all shouldn’t be happening. Jimin feels more like a human than an angel, right now. And it shouldn’t be that way. But it doesn’t scare him. He can’t think about all of that right now. 

The feather is on the floor, still so golden and bright. It’s shining, doesn’t die now that it’s away from his body. He has to figure out how he’ll give it to Namjoon. He’s read about this before, during his beginnings in angel life. He knows that angel feathers have the power to save lives of humans but he also knows that only a few angels have done this before. He’s putting so many things at risk. He knows the process, so he’s going to follow it as best he can.  

He picks the feather up, touching it lightly. It’s so soft and so beautiful. He holds it close to his chest. He’s going to make sure Namjoon gets better. This is just a small sacrifice. He loves him with all his heart and that’s enough, that’s all he needs. Namjoon. 

∞ 

He mixes the feather with Namjoon’s milk. The magic of his feathers is weak, probably because of the fact that they’ve been pulled out from his wings. So, as soon as he puts it in the glass, it seems to melt and disappear into the liquid. Jimin watches it happen, watches how the milk seems to glow for a moment, before it goes back to its original color. 

During the day, when nobody is watching and they’re alone in the hospital room, Jimin observes Namjoon sleep, body exhausted with his coughing fits and trembling colds. He lets his wings out when they’re alone, makes sure that nobody can see. And he lets them brush over Namjoon, cage him in a golden box that makes his skin glow healthier and that takes away his pain and sickness. Jimin is trying everything he thinks might work and so far, it is. 

After the second time he mixes his feather with the milk, Namjoon is so much better that he’s discharged to follow his treatment back at home. Jimin uses a bit of his powers to make sure the doctors and nurses don’t find it too weird that he’s gotten better so fast. He’s breaking too many rules but at this point, he couldn’t care less. Namjoon is better and that’s what matters. 

Still, the human is exhausted and falls back to sleep as soon as they go back home. Jimin uses that moment to go back up to Heaven, if only briefly. Too many days have gone by and he needs to get back his strength.  

When he’s home, though, he stops short on his steps, coming face to face with Taehyung, sitting at the border of his bed. He looks up and his eyebrows furrow. 

“Five days,” he says. 

It’s only that but somehow Jimin feels like he’s being recriminated. 

“I told you,” he replies. 

Taehyung’s squints his eyes and stands. Jimin takes a step back because he just can’t help it. Taehyung is a lot taller than him and intimidating, when he wants to be. 

“You seem tired,” Taehyung mentions. “Exhausted, actually. You’re not supposed to because you’re an angel,” he adds on, as if Jimin didn’t know that already. He knows very well that he shouldn’t be tired, nor should he feel the pain he’d felt the two times he’d taken his feather out of his wings. “And there’s something more,” Taehyung says, frown deepening. “Your wings aren’t glowing like they always do.” 

Jimin’s body freezes. That can’t be. 

“Why are they not glowing as they always do?” Taehyung asks, more like  demands  to know. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, shaking his head. 

Taehyung is in front of him in a blink of an eye, hands on his shoulders. He tries to move away but he clutches him tight, keeps him grounded. 

“What did you do, Jimin?” He asks, eyes drowning in his. 

He wants to lie. He wants to say that he didn’t do anything. But Taehyung is his best friend and he just can't find it in him to do that to him. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

Taehyung just stares at him for a long moment and then he releases an exhale. He lets his forehead fall onto Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Please tell me you didn’t use your feathers,” he says, softly. 

Jimin closes his eyes and sighs. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. 

Taehyung suddenly wraps his arms around him and closes his wings around their bodies. Jimin’s are cradled in between his back and Taehyung’s wings but he doesn’t mind. He needs this. There are no actual feelings but Jimin would feel comforted, would feel protected. And he knows how that feels so he can almost sense it under his skin. 

“You really do love him so much,” Taehyung says, after a moment. 

He doesn’t let go of Jimin, just keeps holding him tight. 

“What I feel for him is so deep that I can’t even explain it,” he whispers. “How can I love a human so much?” He asks, breaking apart so that he can look up at Taehyung. “What’s going to happen when — time goes by?” 

Taehyung shakes his head and slides his fingertips over Jimin’s cheek. 

“Let’s just take one thing at a time, we’ll think about that when the time comes,” he suggests. Jimin nods because it’s true. He can’t think about this right now, it’s useless and there’s no solution in their hands. “Tell me about what’s happened,” Taehyung asks. 

Jimin agrees and they move to the bed and lay down next to each other, Jimin tells him about making the decision, about investigating a little more about it, he tells him what he’d felt and what’s been changing. He tells him how Namjoon is better. He tells him about the exhaustion that’s been taking over him, even now that he’s up here. They talk for a very long while and when Jimin goes back down to Earth, feeling a lot better, he finds that Namjoon is sitting up in their bed, awake but still appearing to be tired. His head tilts towards Jimin, though, as soon as he walks into the house. 

“It’s late,” he whispers. “Where’d you go?” He asks, softly. 

He reaches a hand out and Jimin takes it without a doubt, crawling onto the bed and cuddling up to his side. Namjoon complains about him getting sick but Jimin cuts him off and snuggles closer, making the human sigh. 

“I went for a walk,” he says, finally. “Needed some fresh air.” 

Namjoon’s lips brush against his forehead and Jimin closes his eyes. He’s so much better, a lot better. He’s glad that it’s working, that his feathers are taking away Namjoon’s pain and sickness. 

“There’s something we have to talk about,” Namjoon says, all of a sudden. 

For some reason, the words make Jimin nervous. He doesn’t like how they come out, he doesn’t like what they sound like.  

“Is everything alright?” He asks, moving away a bit so that he’s still sitting next to him but from where he can see his face. “Are you feeling okay?” He continues. 

“Yes, I’m feeling okay,” Namjoon replies, hand coming forward to catch Jimin’s. Their fingers intertwine. “Thanks to you,” he adds. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“I literally am only feeding you like a baby,” he argues. 

Namjoon doesn’t exactly smile at that but his eyes soften and he leans forward to cup one side of his face, thumb brushing over Jimin’s cheekbone. 

“You’re taking such good care of me,” he whispers. “I love you so much, Jimin-ah.” 

Jimin finds himself smiling and leans forward to peck his lips. 

“I love you too, Joon,” he whispers back. 

Namjoon’s other hand suddenly comes to his face and he holds him close, brings their foreheads together. 

“Angel,” he whispers. “My angel.” 

Jimin opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Whenever Namjoon calls him angel, it’s just impossible to think properly, to try and say something that makes sense. Namjoon’s lips touch his again and his eyes close because it somehow feels overwhelming. But just a second later, he’s moving away and it makes Jimin pout, hands moving to circle Namjoon’s wrists. 

“Your angel,” he whispers, leaning forward again. 

He might as well be. He’s been clasped to his side for years, he’s been looking over him for years. He’s been his since the very first moment. He’s Namjoon’s angel, he surely is. 

“My angel,” Namjoon repeats, closing the distance between them, once again. 

The kiss is gentle, not rushed at all. They take their time feeling each other, showing each other what they feel. Namjoon’s long fingers drown in his hair and tilt his head back and Jimin lets him, eyes closed. He feels his lips move over his jaw, down to his throat and then — 

“When will you let me see your wings again?” 

Jimin gasps, jerking away. His eyes find Namjoon’s very quickly and he searches for signs that this is a joke or just a normal question. But Namjoon looks expectant, as if he’s actually waiting for Jimin to — no. How does he know? He can’t know. It’s impossible.  Jimin has been so careful, has always kept them well hidden. And Namjoon had been asleep the times he’d taken them out to brush them against him. It surely has to be a joke. But Jimin’s already reacted like this and— 

“Hey,” Namjoon calls him, holding his face between his hands, once more. “Look at me, Jimin-ah,” he whispers. Jimin does but he’s  terrified . He’s so scared of this because it’s clearly not a joke and Namjoon is being very serious and  how  can he know? How long has he known? And  why  has he not said anything? “This is what we have to talk about,” he says. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Namjoon, there’s—” he starts but Namjoon presses his thumb to Jimin’s lips, stopping him. 

“I know,” he whispers. “You don’t have to deny it. I  know , Jimin,” he assures. 

It feels as if Jimin is telling him for the first time that he loves him. It feels as if he’s giving out a part of himself that he’s been holding onto for so long, scared to let go. It’s ironic because he’s already  literally  given him a part of himself, But it feels like it’s something deeper, something entirely different. 

He’s not sure why but his eyes fill up with tears and he swallows the lump in his throat. 

“I—” he tries but he’s scared of talking, he’s scared that he’ll end up sobbing. 

“You’re my angel,” Namjoon whispers, a smile on his lips. “My angel,” he repeats. 

He leans forward to kiss Jimin again and the angel kisses him back somewhat desperately, clutching the collar of his shirt and pulling him as close as he can get. There’s something so relieving about Namjoon knowing this, about Namjoon knowing who he really is and still loving him, still wanting him. It’s as if everything is solved, even though it isn’t. There’s much to talk about and Namjoon is only just getting better of his pneumonia. 

He breaks apart after a few seconds and leans his forehead onto his. 

“How did you know?” He asks, finally gathering the courage. 

“Have you even seen yourself?” Namjoon asks, a smile on his lips. He’s joking now and it makes Jimin laugh, effectively. He hugs Namjoon for a brief second, just so grateful of having found him, of having fallen in love with him. When he moves away, Namjoon is smiling. “You can’t actually believe you managed to hide that from me for so many years,” he says. 

He sends Jimin an apologetic smile and then moves to lay down again. Jimin helps him, quickly settling him in place and then lying next to him. They stay facing each other, curled in on themselves. 

“You never said anything,” Jimin replies, lips turning into a pout. “How long have you known?” 

Namjoon shows him another apologetic smile and shrugs. 

“A while,” he confesses. “A little over a year, I guess,” he further explains. 

“But —  how ?” Jimin asks, shaking his head. “I was so careful.” 

“Well, you tend to lose yourself a lot when we’re making love,” Namjoon begins. Jimin feels his cheeks heat up almost instantly, eyes opening up a little wide. What’s that even supposed to mean? “The first time I saw your wings was the first time you were riding me,” he explains. Jimin groans, hiding his face in between his hands. He can’t believe this conversation. He can't believe he really exposed himself like that, just so easily. “I guess you must forget about hiding them because you’re too lost in pleasure,” Namjoon adds on. 

Jimin groans again and shakes his head, ears heating up too, when Namjoon chuckles and tries to pry his hands away.  Don’t shy away from me baby , he whispers and Jimin finally moves his hands out of his face. 

“It was something very beautiful, if you ask me,” Namjoon says, once Jimin’s eyes are on his again. “It was literally like having an angel riding me — well, it  was  actually that. Your wings were spread out above us, so golden and shiny and big. It felt like we were flying. I thought I was hallucinating or something. But then, when I woke up the next day, I understood it wasn’t just some sort of strange fantasy my hazy mind was making up,” he finishes. 

Jimin knows it’s not the moment but he can’t help it when he says: 

“We can do it again sometime.” 

Namjoon huffs and hides his face in the pillow. 

“Please, do not put that image in my head again, I’m gonna get a boner and won’t be able to do anything about it because I am exhausted,” he complains. 

Jimin smiles widely. Namjoon always makes him blush with his dirty moments or stupid remarks. But Jimin always has that ability, every once in a while. 

“Who says  you  have to do something about it?” He asks. He slides his hand in between Namjoon’s arms, touching his chest and trailing downwards as the human stares at him with a pleading gaze. “You only have to lay there and let me ride you.” 

“Enough,” Namjoon begs, with a groan. 

Jimin giggles and leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose. 

“So, you didn’t think it was a good idea to maybe ask me why I had golden wings sticking out of my back?” He asks, when they both stop feeling embarrassed and can actually focus on the conversation again. 

“You hadn’t told me and you also didn’t seem like you wanted to. You weren’t acting any differently and there wasn’t an indication that you wanted me to know. So, I just let it be. I even told myself it might have actually been a strange fantasy of mine,” he explains. “But then I saw them again, a few months later. You were home cooking and I came earlier from work. You were dancing around the kitchen and the wings were just there, as beautiful as I remembered them. As soon as you saw me, they just vanished into thin air and you still didn’t say anything so I kept quiet again,” he goes on. “And then I saw them the morning you woke me up kissing me and told me you were scared,” he adds. 

“Why are you only telling me now?” He asks, frowning. “You’ve known for a lot of time and you never felt like I was lying at your face? You never felt like it was wrong of me?” He asks. 

Namjoon shakes his head, shuffles in his spot until he’s staring at the ceiling. 

“I know a lot about these things, Jimin-ah. I studied about them during college because I found them incredible. And I know they aren’t supposed to exist but there’s always that small possibility and, you came along. I didn’t say anything because I knew that it had to be something deep and meaningful for you, something you couldn’t just tell a human,” he explains. “And, I also was scared you’d leave me,” he adds, voice a little softer. 

Jimin's frown deepens. 

“Leave you?” He asks. “I could never leave you; I love you so much,” he assures. 

Namjoon smiles at him. 

“I love you too,” he says back. “But it is said that angels seek the human nature solely for the purpose of sex,” he starts to explain again. Honestly. Jimin has always loved hearing Namjoon turn all smarty head. He’s very hot when he gets like that. “So, I was scared that you only wanted me for that and once you found out that I knew, you’d not want me anymore.” 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“I never came down to Earth searching for sex. I just wanted to feel, I wanted to know how feeling was,” he explains. “And then I met you and you were so cute and then all handsome and I don’t know what happened,” he says. 

“Are you secretly making fun of me because I said  wow  to your face the first time I ever saw you?” Namjoon asks. 

Jimin laughs. 

“You said that yourself, baby,” he replies. “And I love you for real, it’s not about the sex. I love you so much that I don’t care about the risks, I just want you to be okay and—” 

“That’s why I’m telling you now,” Namjoon interrupts. “Because you’re doing something I’m almost completely sure you shouldn’t be doing,” he further explains. 

Oh. Jimin feels so stupid right now. He feels like he’s been so dumb. He hasn’t noticed anything, he’s done the complete opposite to what he was supposed to be doing. What if Namjoon isn’t the only one that has easily noticed? The thought sends panicked alarms all over his head. 

“You can’t hurt your wings just for me,” he says. “I’m not going to live forever, Jimin-ah. My human body will age and you have to go up there and I don’t think you’ll age. There will be a moment when—” 

“Don’t say that,” Jimin interrupts, shaking his head. “Stop, I don’t want to hear that,” he mumbles. “I’m not ready to talk about it so please, don’t — just don’t say that.” 

Namjoon’s gaze softens and he reaches out to tug Jimin towards his body. He holds him against his chest and kisses his forehead. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers. “I just — I don’t like it either but it’s the way things are,” he goes on. “I won’t talk about it for now, okay? But we have to, at some point,” he adds. Jimin nods but doesn’t say anything more, just holds on tight to Namjoon and closes his eyes. He feels exhausted and Namjoon must feel the same way. “Thank you,” he hears him say, then. He looks up, confused. “For loving me so much. Thank you for taking a part of you to make me better. I love you a lot, Jimin-ah. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate, my everything. I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. But please —  please . Don’t do that anymore. Don’t hurt yourself for me,” he begs. “Promise me you won’t,” he whispers. 

Jimin nods even though he isn’t sure about it. Namjoon isn’t completely well yet and what if he still needs to use his wings to help him? But he's promising. And he’d never break a promise to Namjoon (unless it was strictly necessary). 

It’s better not to think of it right now, he decides. 

“How did you know what I’ve been doing?” He asks, trying to push his thoughts away. 

Namjoon smiles and leans forward. 

“I know there wasn’t enough money and pneumonia doesn’t just disappear like that, so quickly, without medicine,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. Jimin makes a face and closes his eyes again. “I also saw you putting one of your feathers into a glass of milk,” he adds. 

Jimin groans and pushes at his shoulder. 

“You’re so much more difficult than I thought” he argues. 

Namjoon kisses his forehead. 

“You love me.” 

He does. He loves him so, so much. 

∞ 

Namjoon is doing great. Awesome. Perfect. They both are —  sort of . The company contacted Namjoon and told him that they’d had a few internal problems, hence why they hadn’t sent his new contract. But it turns out they wanted to upgrade his position and offered him a better salary — a much better one. He got new commissions, once he was well enough to start spending more time sitting. And he was so much better. He was talking excitedly about his stories, again and he was making sure to make Jimin the happiest person in the world. 

But there’s one problem, something Jimin hasn’t told Namjoon about. His wings. They're weak. They glow as before he’d plucked out those two feathers but they have lost that strength they had and don't open up as much. They hurt, sometimes, too. Jimin pretends it’s fine, of course. He tells Namjoon that everything is okay and that his wings are fine. He talks about it with Taehyung but the other angel knows as much as he does about it. The toll that his actions are taking on his angel body is something that neither of them know how to explain. 

He’s worried about it, about the other angels noticing, about the higher angels noticing. And his worries turn into a reality when he’s summoned upon the Leader Angel, asked to go to his presence. Worry turns into fear because there are so many ways it could end. He could be stripped of his wings and turn into a fallen angel, forced to be on Earth for the end of times (or until he did some action that gave him back the honor of being an angel), he could be killed, Namjoon could be — no.  Nothing bad will happen. Your wings will be cut off and you’ll go down and you’ll think about a solution.  He tells himself that, anything but Namjoon getting hurt. 

Min Yoongi, the Leader Angel and the most important of them all, the one that gets to talk with the Gods and inform them everything, is absolutely breathtaking. It’s the first thing Jimin notices once he’s in his presence. He’s small, just like Jimin is but he’s so intimidating. His hair is this unique tone of grey and when his eyes drown into Jimin’s, it literally pushes the air out of his lungs. 

He takes a step back but Min Yoongi does a gesture that suddenly brings him forward, positioning him in the center of the room. It looks like a ballroom, one of those he’d visited with Namjoon, while being on Earth. Yeah, well, it’s clear that almost all angels have at least a tiny inclination towards Human culture. He notices they’re not alone when another angel enters his line of vision. There's a swing hanging from the high ceiling and the angel is sitting there, wings spread behind him and feet moving back and forth. He’s almost beautiful but he has that perfection Jimin has grown to dislike so much. 

“Angel Jimin,” Min Yoongi’s voice forces him to look at the Leader Angel once more. 

He bows. 

“Leader Angel Min Yoongi,” he greets. 

“This is Angel Jeongguk,” he adds, pointing a hand towards the younger Angel. He’s clearly younger than both of them, physically but also living an angel life. “My lover.” Well, that’s not something that surprises Jimin. He is surprised, though, about the fact that the Leader Angel has chosen a lover, something that hasn’t been known to happen in the many years he has in the superior position. And he’s  so  young. “I assume you must have an idea of why I have summoned you,” he goes on, snapping Jimin back to the present. 

He clears his throat. 

“I’m not so sure,” he says, hesitantly. 

He is but he can’t risk it, of course. 

Min Yoongi smiles. 

“Don’t worry,” he says, voice calm. Jimin isn’t sure if he should be scared about it. “Your situation is different, so the decisions to make won’t be the same to the normal ones,” he continues. Jimin still doesn’t say anything. He’s not sure where this conversation is going but he hopes that it’s true, for the good, of course. “Kim Namjoon,” he says, all of a sudden and Jimin’s reaction is immediate. His eyes snap towards the Leader Angel, panic filling his body. He’s suddenly so scared and he  shouldn’t  be scared, he shouldn’t  feel  it. Yet he does. It’s consuming and terrifying. “Would you remain calm if I told you that nothing bad is going to happen?” He asks, then. “Your precious human lover won’t be hurt and neither will you.” 

Jimin knows that he shouldn’t be lying. That he wouldn’t. He’s not just any angel. But he still fears, still wonders, still worries. 

“I’ll remain calm,” he says, anyway. 

Min Yoongi seems satisfied with his answer and takes a step back, before sitting down. Jimin hadn’t noticed there was somewhere to sit behind him. It comes across as an act of trust and Jimin takes it, actually considering that maybe it won’t be something as bad as he fears. 

“Kim Namjoon, a splendid human, meant to come up to Heaven, to serve for the Gods as a writer of Angel history,” he says, leaning back and tilting his face towards the ceiling. His wings suddenly spread and Jimin only then notices that they were hidden behind him. They’re beautiful. So much bigger than any wings he’s ever seen and they aren’t that golden color all angels have, they’re white. So pure and  perfect . Jimin tries to go back to paying attention, since Namjoon was being listed out as a marvelous person (which he is, of course. It’s what he deserves). “ But ,” he goes on. Jimin’s fear spikes up again. “—we weren’t considering the fact that you are soulmates,” he adds. 

There’s this feeling, something that suddenly snaps inside of Jimin’s chest. It’s so sudden and so intense and he shouldn’t be feeling it but it’s right there. He gasps, hand moving to his chest. It can’t be.  Soulmates . Something so rare and that he’d believed all along that was a myth, nothing that could actually happen.  

“I—” he starts but doesn’t continue. What can he say? He has no idea how this is happening. 

“It’s not something frequent, angels often believe that it’s a myth. But, it’s true and the Gods have decided it that way. A soul you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, your immortal angel life, that is,” he further explains. “We have two options here,” he mentions, head falling back forward and eyes finding Jimin’s. “You can stay here and keep seeming him the way you see him. We wait until his human life finishes and he comes up here, as an angel, to be with you,” he says. “Or, you go down as a human, your wings will be protected and kept save until you both come up. Then, you continue your lives as angels serving the Gods.” 

Well. Jimin already knows his answer, even before Yoongi has finished. He wants to be with Namjoon, no matter what way. He doesn’t want to see him grow old alone. He wants to be by his side at all moment. 

“Now, I would suggest for the first option because human life can be really hard and you won’t have the possibility to come back up here to get your strength back, as you have been doing for the past three years and a little bit more,” he suggests, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I want the second one,” Jimin says, anyway. “I want to be with Namjoon,” he adds, a little bit shyly. 

Yoongi squints his eyes but ends up shaking his head. 

“I suppose I understand that love must be such an intense thing, when one can feel it,” he mutters. “That shall be the case, then. A ceremony must be held, during which your wings will be secured and protected so that you can go down in human form and live the rest of your life as a mortal, until the time comes for you to come back up,” he explains. “We can do it now, if you’re ready for it.” 

Jimin hadn’t expected it to be so easy, so fast and so perfect. Suddenly, perfection doesn’t sound that bad anymore and he’s excited, the feeling intense in his chest. 

“Is that why I can feel emotions up here?” He asks, curiosity taking the best of him. “Because my soulmate is a human?” 

Yoongi shrugs. 

“There are various of things we do not understand, Jimin. Either human or angel world, it’s difficult to know things with a certainty. But we could say it is the reason. We can assume that it is.” 

Jimin supposes he’s right. But it feels that way and everything else makes sense that way, so he wants it to be like that. He smiles widely. 

“I’m ready,” he replies. 

Yoongi smiles and Jeongguk suddenly is next to him, kisses his cheek and says something that sounds like  ‘I want that for us too’ . Jimin’s smile grows when  Yoongi’s  eyes move to  Jeongguk . ‘ I want that, too’ . They have it, though. They might not feel it, but it’s clear in the way they’re looking at each other. 

They’ll know when they’re ready. Just like he is. 

∞ 

Namjoon tilts his head to the side when he sees him, a frown forming in between his eyebrows. 

“There’s something different,” he mumbles, taking a step forward. He brushes his fingers into Jimin’s hair, carding it backwards. “Did you do something to your hair?” He asks. 

Jimin smiles widely. 

“I didn’t,” he whispers, getting on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck. 

“But there’s something, huh?” He asks, smiling, too. 

He brushes his nose against Jimin’s. 

“Maybe.” 

“Tell me,” Namjoon whispers, before he’s leaning forward to kiss his lips. Jimin smiles as he kisses him back because of course he can’t reply if he’s being kissed. He lets Namjoon do it, though. He sighs as his body is pressed to the human’s one. This  is  different. It’s different to have an entirely human body, different to know that he’s not going back up. He knows he’ll miss it but he also knows he’s never going to be happier than he is down here, in Namjoon’s arms. Now, technically, Namjoon is older than him. Huh. That’s something strange to know. “So?” He asks. 

Jimin smiles widely and cups his face in between his hands. 

“I’m human,” he whispers. 

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. 

“Well, I thought you were whenever you came down here?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“I’m entirely human,” he says. 

Namjoon squints his eyes, apparently confused. 

“You’re entirely human,” he repeats. Jimin laughs but nods. “Explain that to me, maybe?” He asks. 

And Jimin does, without skipping a single detail. 

“You’re the love of my life,” he says. He gets on his tiptoes again and leans his forehead onto his. “You’re my soulmate. Like, my literal soulmate. It’s something that nobody believes is true but it is. We’re destined to be together forever,” he assures. Namjoon’s cheeks are blushing slightly and there’s this emotion in his eyes that Jimin knows is related to what he’s discovering. “So, I’m human. And after that, when our life here is over, we’ll go up to Heaven, together,” he goes on. “And then we’ll be like that,  forever .” 

Namjoon’s mouth opens but nothing comes out. What does happen, though, is that his eyes fill with tears. Now, it’s not the first time Jimin has seen him cry but this holds a different motion, something deeper, something much more intense and beautiful. And Jimin loves it. His own tears start spilling before Namjoon’s do. He kisses his lips briefly and pulls away, only to be kissed by Namjoon again. And again. And again. 

“I’m so happy I get to be with you forever,” he mumbles, kissing him in between his words. “I love you so much, so, so much, Jimin.” 

Jimin kisses him, too, as he talks. 

“I love you too, Namjoon-ah. I love you more than anything in this world.” 

He takes his time kissing him, takes his time showing him how happy he is, how happy they will be, together. He takes his time because they don’t have to worry about it anymore, now they literally have forever. There are no more worries, no more fears. Just happiness ahead of them, no matter the obstacles that might appear in the way. 

Because they’re meant to be together, forever. And that’s enough for Jimin to be happy.