Jimin had found you injured and carried you the whole way home. You kept drifting in and out of consciousness and remembered hearing what you thought was an angel singing; you felt sure you were dead. Until you woke up and realized that angel was none other than the man who saved you. His bright eyes and warm smile made you feel calm and at ease.

Hey, my name is Jimin. Youve been sleeping all day, but your body probably needed to rest and recover after what happened. So, youre at my home.

Were you singing before? He blushes, and his eyes widen.

Uh, yeah. Sorry, I thought you were sleeping. Did I bother you?

No, you sounded wonderful. I thought I had died for a minute, and an angel was singing and welcoming me to heaven.

If this is your way of hitting on me, compliments will get you everywhere. You playfully smack his arm.

No, Jimin, Im not trying to hit on you. Thank you for saving me.

Youre welcome.

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