my Angel | Park jimin (SLOW UPDATES)

🌹 chapter 1 🌹

~Y/Ns P.O.V~

As the sun glistened through the window, I opened my eyes slowly to adjust to the harsh light that glared through the panes. The rude awakening sunshine brought the aroma of roses, a fresh bunch laid on the table beside my head, a loving white to keep me from having a total breakdown at the thought of scarlet. I looked around to see my older brother barely laying his head on the fleece of my hospital bed, his breath still paced to a sleepy kitten's. He shifted, rousing from his rest as his eyes flickered open to look into mine.

"Gosh, how long have you been watching me?" He murmured as he rubbed his eyes, gazing just past my cheek... as though I was a ghost. I was probably as pale as one, although I'd sit for hours basking in the warmth of the sun the pigments would never enhance to a golden tan. Frankly, tans didn't suit me much anyways.

"Not long... where's Kim?" I sat up instantly at the tone of my own voice, waiting for the reply my sister would always give, but she simply wasn't there. I blinked my eyes, wondering if the cloudy layer of fatigue made her invisible, still nothing. He shrugged as my eyes lingered around the room searching for any sign of my sister more frantically, my breathing quickening double the pace of a sleeping kitten.

~Kim's P.O.V~

My legs gently waddled to the large, towering frame of a door. I gave an effortless shove to the handle that spat groans as it flew back. There was a bed much like my big sisters, but there was no sign of Namjoon or Y/n... unless. The little peach fuzz of my fingertips tugged on a sleeve that poked out from under the fleece blanket, gently as I tried to peer under the fabric for my sleeping sister.

"Y/N? Is that you?" I whispered, whistling through the gap of my front teeth as I gave another good tug. A deep rumbling tone shook my eardrums as a hand weakly flicked my small palms away. Another groan stirred the sheets into waves of warm milk. A pale face peeked over the brim of covers at me, his hair dusty and pink. I jumped, rewinding my steps as the person who lied there definitely wasn't my sister... But he smiled like sweet clementines at the sight of me... as though he has seen me before, I know I've seen him.

"Are you lost?" He cooed as he sat upright in his hospital bed. I nodded, blinking my little eyes the size of small marbles. His wrists peaked from their cuffs as he shifted his arms, clearing his throat as his smile portrayed liquid trust. The deep rumble ceased from his soft voice that matched his pink, fairy floss hair. He and my sister just simply didn't belong here, why was he here?

"Who are you looking for?" He offered his hand.

"I-I was looking for my sister... Y/N," I mumbled taking his hand as he pressed off of the mattress to stand beside me, my height just reaching past his waist. His pink hair brought a soft serendipity of serene. Like a serving of ice cream, his aroma hinted of vanilla as he led me down the halls.

"She's not too far from me, only a few rooms down. It's good to know your way around the place," He teased, smiling down at me as I skipped in my little flats. He took a turn, down the hall and to the right till a crazily similar door to his was coming into view, taking notice of the little inscription of my sister's name. He politely knocked on the door, with the same effortless opening groan it gave he entered hesitantly. Y/n's head swivelled like an owl's, a look of shock overcame her already fretful smile. Namjoon was absent from my sister's side.

"Y/N!" I exclaimed, running to her bedside. A look washed over her... Unidentifiable to my innocence as I rushed to place my forehead on her outstretched arms.

~Y/Ns P.O.V~

I engulfed Kim in a soft embrace, staring nervously at the pink haired male leaning against the wall of the hospital room, my room. Suddenly Kim wiggled out of my embrace and ran to the man and tugged on his white shirt quite anxiously. He stumbled, trying to amorously remove her hand from his sleeve but he gave in as I continued to stare him down. I never encountered a situation like this... my adrenaline taking an extra hit to control as I began to choke on my tongue. He was practically dragged into the centre of the room before the end of my bed, chuckling under his breath in embarrassment as all spotlight was singled on him. It took all the sunlight in the room to distract me... and he was that sunlight. I... frowned, confused about why this man was brought here, why he was in a facility like this in the first place. He alluded my eyes like a distraction of light. A warm feeling erupted from my pounding heart, the stranger barely winced when I snapped,

"A-and who's this?" I stammered, the words tumbling from my mouth harsher than expected. I curled my nails into what I wish could be my pulse, human contact wasn't my forte especially without my brother to aid me in cutting out on the cheese.

"He helped me find you!" Kim swooned grabbing his arm which brought his attention back to the child that dangled off of it. He winced, I could see the pain brimming in his eyes.

"I'm Jimin-" he scoffed, cut abruptly as his sleeve folded past the length of his elbows, revealing a deep orchid of blossoming red along his wrists. I knew the look of cuts all too well. My breathing went psycho in my lungs, trying to ignore the scarlet red that inched each cut... wishing such a kind looking man wouldn't have tried searching for the same fate I itched for.

"Look sister look! He's just like you, he has butterfly kisses too!" I stared blankly at Jimin as he tried to hide his face which was a newly tainted rose...