"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jimin's eyes and glazed over, and he blinked rapidly. "Honestly, you've just been attacked. I don't blame you for seeing things."

"I'm not seeing things!" I held up my arm. It was very clearly bleeding from a wide crescent of puncture wounds, and it stung just to move it, but I suppressed the pain. "Does this look like a teenage girl's bite mark to you?"

Jimin held my glance for a second before finally caving in. All the force he had behind his eyes had faded, and he shook his head wildly with his eyes squeezed shut. When he opened them again, he looked at me with a pouty expression.

"I really shouldn't tell you," he began slowly, "so promise me that you won't make a big show of it?"

"Promise."

He shouldered his backpack off and closed his eyes. At first, I couldn't tell what was happening. Maybe he was taking a short nap? But after a few moments, I noticed a gradual change that was impossible to ignore.

Jimin's skin had brightened to a luminous, glowing tone, paler than before. In fact, his whole body seemed to glow from just beneath his skin. His dark hair was bathed in the gentle light, and tiny flashes of it seeped through the crevices between his eyelashes. From behind him, a white background began to spread like a roll of poster paper, but when I looked closer, I noticed that it was covered in feathers. Doing a double take, I realized that they were wings. They were his wings.

"You're a... Y-You're-" I stammered, sitting up abruptly, "You're an angel?"

"Your guardian angel, to be exact," he sighed, taking my hand. The light he was emitting warmed me to the core, and I felt my wounds close up as the warmth spread across my skin. I stared at my arm in wonder, which was now only dotted in light scar tissue. "Which is why I have to protect you."

"I don't... Angels are real?" I breathed, my eyes wide open. Usually, it would've been hard to believe, but after today's events, I could take any explanation.

"The supernatural are real," Jimin answered blatantly. "And this is a school for them."

"Oh."

It all made sense now. The football players, the three girls, and... Taehyung? Taehyung wasn't human?

"No, he's not," said Jimin. I looked at him in horror. This hadn't been the first time he'd answered a question I had never voiced. "How is a guardian angel supposed to do his job if he can't be in tune with his charge?"

"So... You've been reading my thoughts this whole time?"

He nodded. "It's part of our bond." He gestured to the space between us, and I realized that there was a cord of light connecting the both of us by the hearts. I swatted at it in alarm, but my hand just passed through it harmlessly. Jimin puffed air through his nose in amusement and waved his hand above it, and it disappeared.

"Taehyung's a siren, if you were wondering," he said, "which I know you were. He can enchant with his voice, which is exactly why I don't trust him with you. If he wanted, he could probably convince you to walk off a cliff."

"A siren." I thought back to his voice. It could convince the football players to back off. It could put me in a trance. It was beautiful. Just thinking about it, I almost fell into a daze. Point taken.

"And I don't know how you managed to get in this school," Jimin continued. "It's shielded from humans, yet you enrolled. I've been watching you your entire life, and this is the first time you've ever surprised me."

That last comment definitely snapped me from my wondering daze.

"You've been watching me my whole life?" I gawked, suddenly aware of all the embarrassing things that I'd done in my nearly eighteen years of life. "Don't you have something better to do? I'm not that interesting, am I?"

Jimin shrugged. "It's the purpose of my existence," he replied. "It's not like I have other commitments anyways. As long as I have a charge, I'm unable to love anything or anyone."

My posture, which had subconsciously become quite forward and aggressive, settled back into a relaxed slump. I studied Jimin through narrowed eyes. Him? Unable to love? But he was so caring and sweet. Jimin was made to love others, yet he could never fall in love with anyone as long as he was bound to me?

"I'm sorry," was all I could manage to say lamely. "You deserve to fall in love."

Jimin chuckled and shook his head. "It's completely fine," he said. "I will one day, I guess, but meanwhile, I haven't yet, and that's okay. You don't miss what you never knew, right?"

I bit the insides of my lips together. It felt wrong to to that to someone, no matter how they felt about it. Deciding whether he could love or not wasn't a right that belonged to me.

"Yeah, but maybe you would've found the love of your life by now," I sighed. "I don't want to deprive you of anything..."

"Oh, please," Jimin laughed. "I'm still in high school, and I'm immortal. I'll probably have lots of loves for all my lives."

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A/N: I'm not a fan of excessive author's notes, but I just wanted to put it out there that no, this is not Dark, it's just that Jimin is a lovely creature and that I cannot see as anything but a light-inducing lovebug.