"Black hearts are not born black – they are burned."

Rule number one.

No matter how busy a man is, he'll always, always find time for you.

If he wants to.

No excuses.

That's what I kept telling myself as I took the stairs up to my apartment in one breath, my resentment building up in my mouth like bile.

Taehyung was all big with words, but not so much with actions, as it seemed. My disappointment was hard to contain as I realized just how bothered I was by it all. He had left me, and it took everything from me to admit it, extremely sexually frustrated.

I yanked my front door open with a loud thud, slamming it shut with my foot. I threw my jacket on the couch and stomped to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As if that's going to make it all go away.

Staring at the running water, I let out a long sigh, feeling a pair of familiar eyes gazing calmly at my back.

"I know you're here," I scoffed. "So come on out and talk to me properly instead of lurking in the shadows like a fucking creep."

Turning around calmly, I rested my back against the kitchen cabinet. I took a sip of the cold water and watched as the beautiful blond man materialized in front of me, glowing atom by glowing atom.

I couldn't mask my cringing. I could never get used to so much light.

Snow-white silk shirt hanging around his frame loosely with tiny jewels embroidered on its collar, the glitter sparkling in the dim light of my kitchen. White satin pants stretching all the way down to the soles of his shoes and hugging his long slender legs.

His eyes were cloudless sky blue, striking yet soft. His hair strands of golden sunrays, framing his flickering azure orbs. His appearance would stop anyone in their tracks, doesn't matter if they were a man or a woman, and his beauty was other-worldly, quite literally.

"I don't remember summoning a Disney prince today." I cocked a brow, unable to suppress my eye-roll.

"You return to Hell has been requested." He stood tall, chin held up high and despite his angelic features, he exuded a firm seriousness.

"I spent thousands of years roaming the human world and I didn't get as much as a postcard from home, and now all of a sudden everyone wants me back there?" I sneered, putting the glass down.

"Sarcasm has always been your strongest defense mechanism, Faye." He stated, clear blue abysses piercing through me.

Letting out a huff, I folded my arms against my chest.

"What, are you analyzing me now? Don't you have lives to destroy with your stupid bows and arrows?" I said sardonically, my bitterness smoldering under the surface. "Jimin." I added on, sounding out the name slowly. "Isn't that the name you go by now? Or was it Cupid? Eros? Amor?" I pressed my forefinger against my chin.

Jimin sighed deeply. "Making people fall in love is my job, Faye, it's what I've been created to do and what I'll keep on doing until my Creator decides it's time for me to meet my end."

Unfortunately, my anger was nowhere near subsiding, and witnessing Jimin, the Angel of Love, the literal embodiment of everything I despised, set my insides ablaze.

"Do you always sound like an obnoxious medieval knight?" I spat. "I'm so fucking tired of cleaning up your messes. You make people fall in love without thinking of the consequences. What does love always end with? I'll tell you. Pain. Emotional bleeding. Incurable scars and invisible wounds. Should I continue or have I already made my point?"

Jimin groaned, wearing the face of a man who had to deal with a difficult toddler throwing a fit. Well I admit I could be a little bit childish from time to time, but right now I was sure of the rightfulness of my words.

"Is it really me you're mad at, or is it that human down in the car?" he asked bluntly.

My eyes widened as much as they could stretch. This was outrageously aggravating. First Yoongi, and now Jimin – was everyone spying on me these days?

"Is stalking me while I'm doing my job thrilling for you? You pervert." I smirked, fingers wrapped around the edge of the kitchen table. "I never knew voyeurism was your kink." I taunted with a wicked grin.

"That's the issue, Faye, I don't think you're merely doing your job anymore," Jimin shrugged, calmly taking a seat in one of the armchairs, crossing his legs. "I think you're genuinely having a good time with him."

"Well of course I am, we were just making out. Sex is a good time, alright." I uttered confidently. "Get off my back."

"No, I don't think you understand," he shook his head, trying to explain it to me even though it couldn't have been more clear what he meant. I was just avoiding the subject. "It's gone beyond physical. You don't only want to have sex with him, you crave to be in his presence now because you enjoy it. Am I wrong?"

He didn't even flinch under my hostile gaze. Then again, what am I expecting, he isn't exactly human so there's no reason for him to be afraid of me.

Stupid angels.

A part of my brain didn't want to acknowledge his words, so instead it just activated to produce aggression. My temper has always been rather short, so naturally it didn't take long for Jimin to trigger me.

"Park fucking Jimin, I swear to god," I threatened menacingly, shortening the distance between us in two brisk strides before I stood before him, towering over his sitting form. "If you're pulling one of your Cupid shenanigans on me, you'd better give it up if you don't want me to cut off your wings and stick them so far up your ass they'd end up poking out of your back again!"

He seemed unimpressed. "Faye, I haven't done anything. You know I have no power over celestial beings. Whatever you're feeling, it's all you."

This calm aura of tranquility he exuded annoyed me deeply. It didn't resonate with the fire within me, the fire I've been born with and always carried. Jimin had always been composed while I tend to react emotionally to everything and very often act impulsively.

"Very long ago you surrendered yourself to love too, Faye. Where did that delicate and tender girl go? You've become so damaged by trying to suppress that side of you that when you meet true happiness, you don't know how to respond to it." Jimin's words were laced with gentle concern.

"True happiness doesn't exist. It's just a lie fabricated by the human world, an imaginary delusion that keeps you always reaching out for something that's never there. Love always ends in heartbreak, one way or another, it may be after a month or after thirty years. But it's inevitable, because men are lying, cheating bastards that take advantage of women and throw them away the first chance they get."

His lips slightly parted as he stared at me with disbelief. "Are you that bitter? Faye, you can't keep punishing an entire race because of the sins of one man who wronged you. What happened with J-"

"Enough!" I thundered, my whole body shaking. At this point, my wings would poke out of my back for the second time this night if I didn't try and contain myself. "I don't want to hear his name, don't you dare mention it!" I hissed, visible pain dominating my features. My index finger darted to prod his chest and Jimin tried to back away.

"I know that the pain is strong, I know that. But you're being irrational," he desperately tried to reason with me, but my emotions had already taken the wheel. "You're reacting to something in the past, something that happened millions of years ago, and you still carry that ache deep within you, a prisoner of your own wounded feelings. Aren't you tired of reliving the same thing over and over again?"

"No," I exhaled heavily, head bobbing as I spat out the words fiercely. "I'll carry it with me forever as a reminder of just how cruel men can be. I've been played, stabbed, cheated, burned and broken, and somehow I still function because of the sole purpose I've taken upon myself – to take them down. Take them all down." I released a low growl that seemingly intimidated even Jimin, judging by the slight wince that danced across his handsome face.

"It didn't seem that way to me down there," he whispered. "Just how long your heart will endure being so hungry for love, Faye?" there was a certain sadness swimming in his baby blue eyes. Did he pity me now? I hated that. The thought infuriated me.

"And just how long will your nosy ass butt into my personal business?" I shot back harshly.

"Will you carry on with executing your mission with that man?" Jimin asked suddenly and I wondered why he was so concerned about Taehyung. Why did that even matter to him? Was there something he knew that I didn't?

"Yes I will." I confirmed curtly. I was as stubborn as I could be, I never gave up on a challenge and the more I struggled with something, the more ambitious and fierce I grew to get it done.

Jimin released a defeated groan. His shoulders slumped and he placed a hand on his forehead, his white sparkling attire flowing with the graceful movements.

"Just be careful." He murmured. Worry was still evident in his voice but I wondered – was he worried for me or for Taehyung?

"Warning me is useless," I grinned madly. "You know that stirring trouble is in my veins." The chuckle that erupted from my throat sounded almost maniacal.

Jimin merely pressed his lips into a thin line. "I know that. I just wish you'd listen to your heart for once."

"Not gonna happen any time soon, Prince Charming," I smiled sardonically. "Now off you go, I need my beauty sleep. Oh, wait." I spun around as I showed him the door. "No, I don't. I'm fucking gorgeous."

author's note:

yup, you guessed it, Jiminie is the Angel of Love. He certainly has the looks for the job, doesn't he?