After dinner that night, Namjoon walks you to your door while the driver waits below.

You enter the elevator and push the button to your floor. You turn to him, "Thank you for dinner. I hope everything is more clear now with your schedules and such. You know, if you need something changed, call me."

He smiles his dimple smile at you, and you feel your heart warm. You look away, thinking, 'Could this be what blushing feels like?'  you place your hands on your face as your cheeks feel warm.

"Are you ok, Ara?"

You smile up at him, "Yes, just a little hot tonight."

When you reach the door to your apartment, you turn to him to say goodnight. He is looking at you with his handsome eyes, and there is something in how he looks at you; it's confusing.

You go to unlock your door, and he takes hold of your hand, "Ara, thank you for all you have done for me. I know it is just our first day togeth . . . working with each other but I look forward to more."

"That is so sweet, thank you Jooni." You unlock the door and step in, and he moves forward.

"My schedule is set aside for bike riding tomorrow after a couple of interviews, will you be coming with me?" You see hope in his eyes.

"Yes, of course. I would like to. It will give us time to discuss several personal things regarding your schedule."

He smiles brightly, "I will pack us a lunch. I look forward to it, Ara." He raises your hand and kisses you on the palm. You feel a shudder go through your body.

"Well, Goodnight Jooni. I will see you tomorrow." 

You enter your apartment and close the door. You lean against the door and, look at the hand that he kissed and gently run your other hand over the area where his lips touched. Feeling warmth from his kiss still running through your body, you sigh. 'Is Archangel right, is this what falling in love feels like?'

You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear laughing coming from the living room, and you sigh.

"What are you doing here?" you ask her.

"Waiting on you, Ara. How was your date?"

"Daughter of Loki, it was not a date."

She whines, "Why don't you ever call me by my name?"

"Because  . . ." you emphasize "Daughter of Loki" . . . "because no one knows your real name."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," she says as she giggles and then pats the space beside her for you to sit.

"Oh no, you don't. I will sit over here," you tell her, and instead, sit on the matching chair and not beside her on the couch.

She grins, "You don't trust me, Ara?" Before you can answer, she waves her hand, laughing, and says, "I don't trust me either."

 You both laugh. Though she is the queen of mischief you have always liked her. 

"I will ask you again, Daughter of Loki, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to warn you."

"Warn me about what?" you wonder what she is getting at.

"Love." That is all she says.

You shake your head, "Could you be more specific, or are you telling me the next letter falling is going to be the O?"

She laughs so hard and almost rolls off the couch. It reminds you of Jimin, and you start to ask, "Wait, is it, do you? Never mind."

She says, "That is a great idea, dropping the next letter and leaving it to you to figure out what I'm spelling. I can see it now; it silently falls, and then BAM, it is laying at your feet like a hool-a-hoop, with you standing in the center." She rocks back, laughing, then suddenly stops.

"But seriously, Ara, this one is in love with you. I warn you, love is more deviously mischievous than me."

"Why are you warning me, you love mischievousness." 

You playfully roll your eyes at saying the word mischievousness. 'Now that was a mouthful.' you think to yourself.

Loki's daughter lowers her head, "I like you, Ara." She glances up at you and then away. She gets up to stand by the window.

Looking out, she says, "You have never been mean or a bully to me, even after all the things I have done to your charges. You have always been nice, even when I prank you. I don't want to see you lose your wings."

You go stand beside her, "Daughter of Loki, why would I lose my wings?" you ask patiently.

"Because you are in love with him, and when guardian angels fall in love, they lose their wings."

You tell her, "We only lose them if we give them up for love, not because we fall in love."

She looks meekly up at you and slightly nods, saying, "I see." 

She walks back over to the couch but doesn't sit. Suddenly, she becomes alert, "I have to go! A person is walking their dog. A dog on a leash, a tree, and a squirrel is a perfect opportunity in the making. Buh-bye!" and with that, she is gone.

Smiling you wonder to yourself, 'Could I be falling in love with Kim Namjoon, is this what it feels like? Is the touching of hands and the sharing of smiles making me feel all warm inside? Could she be right, that he is in love with me?'