His Angel | P. Jimin

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Jimin's POV:

As the box opened, my phone suddenly rings, startling me.
It was my father.

-"Did you like the surprise?" He asks me.

-"I knew you were fishy" I shake my head.

He chuckles.

-"at least It was worth it, right?" He asks me

-"Yeah..."I mumble.

-"I just called to say Happy birthday to you, your mother is having a good night sleep right now she can't talk to you but she wanted you to know that you are doing a big mistake"

-"What mistake?"

-"I might have told her a bit about our conversation"

I sigh in frustration.

-"Dad, you can't oblige me to do something I don't want"

-"Of course not, you will"

-"what do you mean?"

-"You expect that this love you're feeling now will settle down one day?"

-"I guess not and that's okey with me"

-"My boy, just remember my words: a day will come where a single look at her will make you want to drink her blood to the last drop. You don't know when this is going to be triggered but once it does you're screwed. The thirst you feel after not drinking blood for a thousand years wouldn't compare to that thirst. She has to become a part of you and you have to become a part of her so that this sickening behaviour vanishes"

I directly shake my head.

-"Well that will never happen"

-"Aiish why so stubborn?"

-"I have to go, say hi to mom"

-"Remember my words, stop running away!"

-"Bye dad!"

I hang up and sigh, what a pain in the ass.

I don't want to transform her and nothing can change my mind.

I take the box again and look what's inside:

I find some pictures of us together and behind each picture it had a text written on it: from my birthday last years, to our trip on the Maldives, to Valentine's day, to our night masks, to our goofiness, to Jeju island.

I smiled warmly as I exited the kitchen, I walked through the living room while looking at all these beautiful pictures.

I went upstairs while my heart was beating fast as it was the sweetest thing i could ever ask for my birthday.

-"Sugar?" I call out her name as i get inside the bedroom.

As I opened the door, ballons welcomed me: the floor was filled with them as they moved away with each step i took. The light was very dim and I couldn't see clearly, as I was about to turn on the lights. I noticed something besides the closet's entrance: there was a tent that was built with sheets and was illuminated by LED lights, I get close to it and get in it only to find my macbook in the middle of what looks like comfortable couchions and various snacks.

I turn my head behind me as I feel a presence in the room. My eyes fall on my little baby wearing my favourite hoodie.

She smiles fondly at me and she whispers a "Happy birthday" to me.

I don't really know the kind of feeling that got me at this moment: for the first time I felt protected and safe, i felt loved to the point where there was no more second thoughts inside of my head.