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b l o o m i n g

D A R C I E   P E R S P E C T I V E

Following closely behind Jimin, I keep looking over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching us as I'm apparently heading to the Black Angel's dorms. Knowing that not many other angels has been in their dorms — besides Taehyung's many one-night stands — I feel how my breath gets caught in my throat as soon as we turn the specific corner. A chill runs down my spine when I step into what is the Black Angel wing of Heaven. Am I even allowed to be here?

Jimin finally turn his head back and glance at me, a small smile plastered on his lips before he turns once more and heads further into the dorms. He's wearing a pair of tailored black trousers, a deep rhino-blue silk shirt tugged into them making his slim waist apparent.

His lean figure finishes off pretty well in this outfit I notice, my eyes traveling lower down his body, my eyebrow cocking up at his perfectly shaped a—

"You're not very subtle, Miss Yung."

Darting my eyes up I see a pair of dark-brown eyes glint with amusement in the far corner, a fat smirk on Taehyung's lips that I just want to wipe off his handsome face right away.
I clear my throat, seeing how Jimin has turned around, confusion painted on his features.

"Taehyung." I greet him curtly, giving him a polite bow with my cheeks red before I continue following Jimin to what I assume is his room, noticing how Taehyung's gaze lingers on me the entire way there.

Letting me enter first, Jimin closes the door after himself while I on the other hand study his room. I'm not really sure of what I expected, but it certainly wasn't this.

White walls and white wooden floors, except one of the walls that's painted in a dust-grey color. The room isn't small but it's not big either. Black and white interior fills the room mixed with a few green plants and a light-brown leather stool in the corner. A big bed is in the other corner, placed against the grey wall, grey sheeting neatly tidied up with an insane amount of pillows. The bed could be displayed in a home-magazine of some sort, if it wasn't for all of the open-paged books that's lying on the comfy-looking bed. The lighting in the room is warm, making a pleasant aura hang in the air.

"You can sit down if you want to, Darcie." Jimin's voice startles me slightly, making me tear my gaze from the interior in his bedroom. Somehow it's so. . . Jimin.

He hurriedly walks to his bed and push away the books, some of them scurrying past the edge of the bed and down onto the floor making me release a small chuckle. I bow my head at him and plop down onto the bed, noticing how my breath gets caught in my throat as he sits down next to me, the side of our thighs touching slightly.

"I'm sorry about Yoongi," Jimin's velvet voice fills the room while he stares at his fingers, fiddling with some of the rings on them, "I really didn't know he compelled her."

I smile to myself before turning my head and look at him. "I know. I just think she deserves to go to her mother. To see her at least."

Shifting in the bed Jimin sighs out before tilting his head back a little, staring at the white ceiling. It gives me an excellent view of his neck, how his adam apple bop slightly, following further down to his collarbone, where his silk shirt is falling a little. I bite down on my bottom lip, getting exasperated with myself.

Get yourself together, Darcie.

"Do you know how Chi-Sun died?" Jimin then asks, his eyes now on mine, a small furrow between his dark brows. I part my lips just a tiny bit in surprise, which he notices right away.

"I know that's a random question, but. . ." He trails off.

"I don't know. Neither does she." I answer him with a secure smile, not wanting him to feel at unease in his own room. Jimin tilts his head in thought, telling me that it's not just a sudden thought he had gotten.

"It's weird, I know. All angels know how they died but she has no idea. Do you think it has something to do with the Arch Angels?" I ask him, a little cautious about the Arch Angels subject, knowing that the Black Angels don't get along very well with them.

Jimin blinks a few times, regaining his focus on our conversation.

"I don't think that's the case. Can I tell you something? You have to promise you won't tell anyone. Not even Chi-Sun."

I stay silent for a few seconds, pondering over the fact that I can't tell something to my very best friend. I swallow thickly before nodding slowly.

"I promise I won't tell." I look Jimin in the eye, noticing how they soften as the words I speak.

"Good. I trust you. Well. . . Hoseok and I have had this weird feeling ever since Chi-Sun arrived in Heaven. It's like she's familiar to us. But the other guys haven't mentioned anything. We've been studying every fucking book for the past week, but we haven't gotten any luck. The only thing to do now is to get ahold of Yoongi's Book of Missions. But that's almost impossible. . ." He sighs out, spilling all of his worries to me, "What about her and Jin? Has Jin said anything to you about her?" He rambles on, his hands moving in swift motions.

"Her and Jin? They're not speaking any longer. At least not these days. . . He said some stupid things—"

"I know." Jimin scoffs a little, a small smile grazing his plump lips, "He's been talking about it non-stop the past days."

I raise my eyebrows slightly as his statement, trying to hold back a purse on my lips, pretending to ignore what he just said.

"So you think you've what? Been friends with her as humans or?" I investigate further.

He shakes his head in response. "No, nothing like that. . . Maybe— actually, we're not sure just yet. But I'll let you know when we do find out something, okay?"

I only nod as a response, feeling how the sudden silence makes my cheeks paint themselves in a rose color. I nibble on my bottom lip as I keep my stare at Jimin, noticing he's doing the same to me.

"What happened with the Arch Angels that day? Did you get in trouble?" My voice is a little shaky as I smile at him, tilting my head to the side.

His expression softens, his pretty teeth on display as he grins at me. A few of the blue strands of his hair falls down his forehead and I can't help but feeling how it itches in my palm to run my hand through his soft locks.

"Why do you care if I'm in trouble?"

Jimin rolls his lips together, leaning back on the bed, resting his palm against the mattress.

"Who said I care?" I tease him, finally darting my eyes away from his enchanting ones. Holding my breath I feel how his warm fingers gently takes ahold of my chin, turning my head in his direction again. Drinking in his features I wet my lips unconsciously, watching how he slowly moves closer to me, our lips only inches apart now.

"Just a hunch." He husks, watching me suffer under his addicting touch. He blinks before he pulls away with a smirk.

I feel myself let out the breath I was holding, my muscles that was tensed up, now relaxed.

Standing up fast I bow at him once again, wanting nothing else than to get out of here before he sees how red my cheeks have gotten. As I hear him chuckle behind me I groan at myself, and as I'm about to leave his room I lift my right hand up, showing him my middle finger while my back is still facing him.

Before shutting the door I hear him laugh heartedly at my action, making the stupid ass butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

"I love you too!" Is the last thing I hear before I shut the door close and move my way out of the otherwise unknown dorms.

"Darcie."

I let out a weary sigh at the voice speaking my name, feeling like this morning has been eventful already.
Can't a girl go and eat her damn blueberry pancakes?

"Seokjin." I turn my body and face him, seeing how he's casually sitting on the leather couch in the livingroom, his eyes tired.

"I'm just going straight to the point, do you know if Chi-Sun is still—"

"Yes, she's still upset about what you said. That was quite the dick move, Seokjin." I interrupt him, watching as he stands up from the couch, running a stressed hand through his black hair.

"I fucking know. I didn't even mean any of it. I was just stressed about the Arch Angels and all. . ." His shoulders slump down, a weary sigh escaping his lips.

I smile a little, moving down the small stairs to be at his level, and go closer to him. When I've reached him, I pat his shoulder encouragingly.

"Well, you better hurry up. Cause Chi is starting to talk more about Park Seojoon than she's talking about you." I wink at him, feeling how a teasing smile is forming on my face.
I notice the distress forming in his eyes and that's when I chuckle and turn my back to him once more, saying one last thing to him before leaving the dorms. 

"Good luck. You're going to need it!"

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this is how i imagined jimin's room in this story !! minus the pictures on the wall.
hope you enjoyed this chapter 🌸✨