Deaf | BTS Short Fanfiction | Yoonmin

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Jimin ran out the door and down the path, the wind rushing past his ears. He would again meet the angel today! The air was fresh, the clouds were fluffy and the sky was a bright, rich blue. It was simply the perfect weather for meeting his angel of music.

Not that he was an angel of music, but his voice was the only music to his ears.

His delighted running was suddenly stopped when he crashed into something. The wind no longer rushed past his ears and the tiredness the breeze had kept at bay made itself known. He looked up at what he had crashed into, breathing a bit heavily. There were several people in front of him.

There was one person at the front, his mouth drawn into a sneer, and the five behind him stood in a formation like bodyguards. The man at the front was saying something, but Jimin couldn't hear.

All he knew was that the air was suddenly stagnant, the sun was hotter than it should be and the road was deserted. Jimin had a very bad feeling about it.

The man scowled at him and said something else. Jimin's expression slowly became confused and a bit fearful. The man threw his hands into the air in frustration and gestured to two of his companions, who stalked towards Jimin threateningly.

Jimin stepped back, his eyes widening. He glanced around. Where were people when you needed them?

His feet moved backwards unconsciously as the two men advanced, their eyes glittering with hostility. Jimin turned and ran. His heart beat fast and hard. Behind him, the vibrations of six pairs of feet told him he was being chased. All of a sudden, five of them diverged.

Confused, but nonetheless relieved, Jimin dashed away and rounded a corner. The street he turned into was also empty. His eyes turned towards the end of the street and his legs burning, he pushed himself to continue. If he could put some distance between him and his pursuers, he could escape.

The street was long, though, and Jimin was a dancer, not an Olympic sprints champion. The sun, which he had mistakenly thought was pleasantly warm, beat down on him and his vision wavered. One of the bodyguards suddenly ran into the middle of the street, two others following. Behind him, he felt the harsh vibration of two more pairs of feet.

With his vision wavering and his legs, arms and chest burning, the young men had morphed into demons in his eyes.

Jimin's eyes teared up. Was he to be tortured by demons because he met an angel?

Soon, he was surrounded, stuck in the middle of a circle made of his five pursuers. He couldn't run - he was too slow - and he couldn't hide. He definitely wouldn't win if he tried to fight.

Despair swimming in eyes and his heart, he stood stiffly in the middle of the circle, his breath heavy with exhaustion and terror. The leader stepped forward into the circle, his mouth tipped into a smirk. One of his arms reached forward.

Jimin shut his eyes, preparing himself for the punch he would receive. Instead, he felt a touch on his jaw. First, it was mockingly soft, and then the man hand grabbed his chin harshly and tilted it up. Jimin's eyes snapped open as he tried to pull away, but the man wouldn't let him.

Just when he thought all hope was lost, warm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. His back collided gently with a lightly toned stomach, and his head came to rest back on a familiar shoulder. He couldn't hear what was being said, but he knew that the angel had come to rescue him from the clutches of the demons.

Fear twisted the expressions of the demons from smug intimidation to deep rooted fear. Jimin didn't care why they were so scared, all he wanted was to be safe with his angel.

A few moments later, the devil-spawn turned tail and fled. The angel's grip around his waist tightened. Jimin swore that he would purr if he were a cat. He hesitantly turned in the angel's grip, the terror gripping his heart and throat slipping away slowly.

He smiled, his expression reflecting the angelic warmth of his saviour.

The angel's face went from relief to alarm as he watched Jimin.

Jimin watched the angel's expression for a moment, wondering why he was so concerned. It was only moments before darkness took over that he realised his legs weren't working anymore.

His eyes fluttered shut. His last thought before everything was gone was not about himself, but his saviour.

'Angel...'