My Angel//Yoonminff

5.

*flashback*

Yoongi was a really pretty angel that even the other angels were in awe of his beauty. He was really good at heart as every angel should be. Pure.

He often went to earth when he got bored up. Don't take him wrong he loved where he lived, of course. It was his home, after all. But he just liked watching the humans go about their daily life.

Especially visiting an old lady that had a flower shop. He loved her dearly. She was sweet and always told him different stories from her younger days, and Yoongi would always sit there listening to her.

He often helped her when there were a lot of customers during a particular time.

The angel got to know about a special month as Valentines month, when couples gave gifts and flowers to their lover.

He was really curious about it, so he asked the old lady about it more. She just laughed and pinched his cheeks, telling him that when he fell in love with someone, he'd understand it.

The angel got even more confused, not knowing about any of these feelings. He knew love but not like that. He loved his friends and family up there, loved nature, and loved this old lady.

When he told her all of this, she just softly smiled and said, "Oh, sweet boy. It isn't the same." She giggled at his cute scrunched up face.

"But-but, I wanna know." He whined out to her when she just waved at him and went away to attend the customer that came.

He just pouted sulkily and sat there pondering how his love was different from what the old lady was telling.

The words of the lady were stuck in his mind, often making him space out with his friends, who noticed his behavior and asked about it. But not wanting to be embarrassed, he just smiled and told them that he just saw something on earth.

"You've been going to earth a lot nowadays. Do you not like it here now?" They teased him, to which he just squinted at them and walked away.

Yoongi wanted to know what it was like to love someone like the old lady said. He decided to visit her after a week again.

"Hello~" the angel sing-songed as he entered the small flower shop.

But this time, he didn't find the old lady behind the counter greeting him with her small wavery smile. No, this time, it was a boy who greeted him.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The boy with dark black hair asked while approaching him, leaving the flowers he was putting up near the window.

"Where is the ajjhumma?" Yoongi asked in a small voice. He hasn't talked to anyone other than the kind woman, so he was a little startled.

"Ah, my grandma," the boy's face turned solemn at that, the pretty smile vanishing from his chubby cheeks.

"She, she is -" the black haired tried to speak but couldn't get the words out. His eyes got teary, remembering about his grandma.

The angel understood what the boy was about to say, and his chest hurt at the thought of not seeing the old lady anymore.

"Oh." His mouth parted to say something, to comfort the crying boy, but he couldn't move, couldn't utter a word.

"I-I, I'm sorry," the angel starts, which causes the boy to hastily wipe his eyes and put on a painful smile.

"N-no," the black haired croaks before clearing his throat. "It's alright, you don't have to be sorry." He tried to reassure him getting his composure back.

"She was old, and," The boy stopped and just smiled at him politely.

Yoongi just nodded sadly, a pout forming on his thin lips.

"So, what can I help you with, sir?" The boy quickly came back to his cheerful personality, his eyes turning into little crescents when he smiled widely at Yoongi.

The angel smiled back, "Ah, I'm not here to buy anything." He says sheepishly, watching as the boys face turned into one of confusion.

"I often come here to talk to ajjhumma. But she is," he trailed off while looking at the floor.

"Ah, you must be Yoongi." The other says while a look of rememberence crosses his face.

Yoongi tilts his head a little, his brows furrowing cutely.

"You know me?" He asks.

"Uh-huh, grandma talked about a cute, pretty boy coming to her shop from time to time to listen to her stories." The boy nodded as Yoongi blushed at the compliment.

He has been complimented many times, but he never felt this weird feeling in his stomach before.

It felt like there was something dancing in his stomach. Maybe he was just hungry?

"W-who are you?" The angel tries to change the topic, feeling flustered.

"I'm Jimin. This shop was my grandma's, now I'm taking care of it." The boy - Jimin introduced himself with a bright smile. It suited him.

"Oh." The angel stands there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"Uhm, i-i should go, probably." He bits his lips as he looks around, not meeting the pretty boys' eyes.

Jimin just nodded his head slowly with a little smile. He couldn't utter a word as if his lips were sealed, even though he wanted to say something. To talk to the cute boy in front of him.

"Bye." The angel lowly muttered, waving at jm before quickly exiting the small shop.

"Bye." Jimin waved back, but the boy was already out of the shop. He sighs before going back to work. Now, his thoughts will be filled with the pretty boy.

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A/N - I'm so sorry for not updating for a while now! I don't have any excuse. I totally forgot I have to update this here while I got busy updating and posting on Twitter ;-;