“Ugh!” I groaned, my head pounding. I slowly sat up, and looked around, and saw that I was back at my place. How did I get here? I thought to myself. I slowly made my way towards my kitchen.
I grabbed a bottle of water and some vitamins, before making my way back to my room. I laid down on my bed, after popping some vitamins into my mouth, and taking a long sip of water.
“Holy Shit!” I yelled, jumping out of bed, when two small hands wrapped around my waist. The boys eyes shot open, as he sat up and looked around my room, fear displayed on his features.
“Who are you?” I yelled.
“Park Jimin.” He said softly running his hand through his messy light pink hair. I examined him, my eyes traveling down his body.
I watched as he stood up, wincing, and stumbled forward. I quickly caught him and his small hands gripped my biceps, squeezing them lightly.
“S-Sorry,” he whispered standing up straight.
“I’m Yoongi.” I chuckled softly. My eyes traveled down Jimin’s body, and I saw that he was wearing one of my t-shirts. I licked my lips, seeing that it hung down just enough, to cover his ass.
“Y-Yoongi,” Jimin whimpered when I rammed my lips against his, after we had talked for and hour, and he explained to me what he was. An angel.
Sent down from up above, to help me fall in love with somebody.
“Mhm. You taste good, my loving angel.” I felt him shiver, and I smirked kissing him roughly.
“Hyung!” Jimin moaned, tangling his hands into my mint green hair. “Yoongi please,” he begged, as rubbed our bodies together.