Stories of generations say that when you are about to die your guardian angel will fall from the sky and do their best to protect you; to stop your death from occurring. But when only you can see your angel, what would you do if you started to fall...
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Jimin's POV
"Hello... Yeah I will order the ingredients soon, I just got home for christ sake. Let me go take a shower then I will order the damn ingredients Namjoon as I'm still covered in flour." I whined into the phone awaiting Namjoon, my managers response.
I've had a long day at work and even though I just got home my manager presumes I'm always available to do everything he needs.
"Make sure you do order the ingredients Jimin because we aren't going to bake cookies and cupcakes at our bakery if we don't have the ingredients." Namjoon instructed before he hung up the phone.
I grunted throwing my black bag down onto the brown leather couch inside my small old fashioned apartment which is about a block from the cafe where I work.
"Do this Jimin, do that Jimin," I snickered under my breath.
"And they wonder why I am so negative." I snorted to myself while walking to the cupboard.
I grabbed out a nice baby blue towel.
"Why doesn't Namjoon fucking just order the ingredients himself if he has enough time to damn call me. If he did it I'm sure his precious Jin hyung would be so proud of him." I muttered punching my hand against the wall.
I winced as the pain traveled across my knuckles shooting daggers through the rest of my hand.
"Ou." I mumbled gripping my hand tightly to my chest.
"Yah fucking wall." I groaned walking into the bathroom with the towel.
I left the door open but it's not like it matters when I live alone.
I lifted my shirt above my head and then pulled down my basic black pants and baby blue boxers.
I ran a hand through my black hair looking at my appearance in the mirror.
"What a lonely slut," I muttered running my hand over hickeys that were scattered across my chest.
"When will you get a good boyfriend instead of just hooking up with randos?" I questioned myself looking at the purple red hickeys on my milky pale skin.
I wandered towards the shower opening the glass before turning on the shower.
"Fuck!" I squealed feeling the cold water cascade down over my skin.
"Great, I didn't pay for hot water. You know what... I deserve this." I whined as I turned the shower spray down walking into the cold water.
My entire body shivered as I lathered myself in soaps and body wash to get the flour and butter I spilt off of me.
