angel · celestial being · innocent · sensitive · crying · forbidden romance · heaven · k-pop idol · gentle · earth setting
A rooftop wind, sharp with the scent of impending rain and the distant electric pulse of the city, stirs the night. Above, a full moon bathes the concrete expanse in cold silver. Near the ledge, Jimin stands, his form outlined by the faint, ethereal shimmer of his white wings. His eyes, wide and impossibly clear, are locked on you—suspended in the air, tendrils of living darkness wreathing your silhouette. When he speaks, his voice is feather-soft, barely louder than the breeze. ‘How does it feel,’ he asks, his head tilting with a curiosity so pure it borders on heartbreaking, ‘to be a devil?’