Guardian Angel

Prologue

You sighed as you crossed the road. It had been yet another day of school and then mind numbing tuitions right after that. Your brain felt like mush right now. You turned when you heard a car horn.

As you looked to your right you felt your eyes becoming wide. There was a car speeding towards you. You winced as you waited for impact. It didn't come.

You opened your eyes to find yourself safely on the sidewalk still in one piece. That's when you felt the pair of arms around your waist. Someone must have pulled you back in time. You turned around to see who your saviour was and sucked in a breath.

Standing in front of you was none other than Park Jimin. You rubbed your eyes and pinched yourself. You looked up again expecting to see someone else but it wasn't. Park freaking Jimin was still standing in front of you, watching you with concerned eyes.

How was this happening? He was supposed to be in Korea. What was he doing here? In another country altogether.

"This isn't happening!" You exclaimed.

Maybe you had finally gone mad. Maybe your mom had been right about you being too obsessed with those seven guys. Maybe your brain just needed some stimulus and was making you think the person in front of you was Jimin. Maybe, just maybe, Park Jimin was actually standing in front of you, said the optimistic and apparently also the delusional part of your mind.

"Of course it is, Y/n. Are you alright?" He asked as he looked you over as if checking for any wounds.

"Wh-Who are you?" You stuttered. There must be a proper explanation for this. Right?

"I'm your guardian angel, Y/n." He stated and you felt a fresh hit of dizziness. How in the world was Park freaking Jimin, famous idol and member of Bulletproof Boys, YOUR guardian angel? Did guardian angels even exist for god's sake!? This was almost like a plot of a bloody fan fiction. You should know of all people, you had written and read several.

(A/N: I know it's cliched but I live for this kind of irony)

"Ignoring the fact that you look exactly like Park Jimin from BTS, how the hell do you know my name?" You asked as you thought about the possibilities of you being high. Maybe it was really just a hallucination or your over-active brain working double time.

"I know everything about you Y/n." He declared as he took your hand. You stared at it. It felt too real for it to be a dream or a hallucination. You could feel the warmth of his palm seeping into your cold fingers, the exact places where his fingers intertwined with yours, how his hand fit so perfectly with yours. This was so messed up.

"I just need to reach home." You whispered. This weird confrontation was taking its toll on you. You stumbled back and Jimin caught you.

"Come on. Let's get you home." He said as he tightened his hold on your hand. You felt a weird sensation as the buildings blurred in front of you and suddenly you were in your room.

"How is this possible?" You murmured as you brushed your fingers against the wall and familiar posters. You had been at least five blocks away from your home. Then Jimin had just whisked you away like it was some kind of fairytale.

You felt unconsciousness creeping up on you and you welcomed the darkness with open arms.

A/N:
Hey guys! I know why the hell am I writing another ff when I still have to complete two others but I was really feeling this ff so I decided why not. Cover credits to my bae mintaesins. Hope you like this chapter. The explanation is coming in the next chapter. Pinky promise.

Love,
Author-nim