[ Angel of Death Jimin Y/N fanfic ]
Rated PG
- BTS Jimin fan fiction
- Halloween special
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- BTS Jimin fan fiction
- Halloween special
- photos used are not ours. credits to the rightful owners!
“Babe. Your phone.” I say as I hand it to him just before he rushes to the door. He smiles sheepishly at me while fixing his jacket and exhales.
“God, what would I do without you? You’re an ang-” Before he could finish, I interrupted him.
“God, what would I do without you? You’re an ang-” Before he could finish, I interrupted him.
“An angel sent from the heavens. I know, I know. Don’t be out too long, okay?” I say as I give him a peck on the lips. He gives me a soft smile before heading out. Now I was left standing in the empty hallway of our apartment as my heart raced.
“I really was sent from the heavens for you…” I trail off, voice ending in a soft whisper. I breathe deep as realization dawned on me once again. I’ve fallen in love with him. With the mortal that was assigned to me. I hate myself for getting attached too quickly.
I’m supposed to be his guardian, but here I am, falling deeply and madly in love with him.
I cross my arms in an attempt to soothe myself, but something was just off. I walk to the kitchen counter and immediately see my reflection on the glass cupboard.
I cross my arms in an attempt to soothe myself, but something was just off. I walk to the kitchen counter and immediately see my reflection on the glass cupboard.
I stare at my human form for a while before finally speaking.
“I am Y/N, an angel sent from above. Keeper of the Light, protectress of lost souls. I was sent to earth to watch over Namjoon. I am no more than his guardian. I must not give in to mortal temptations.” I mutter.
“I am Y/N, an angel sent from above. Keeper of the Light, protectress of lost souls. I was sent to earth to watch over Namjoon. I am no more than his guardian. I must not give in to mortal temptations.” I mutter.
I close my eyes and feel my surroundings. I’m losing my mind.
It was hard not to love Namjoon. He’s too pure for this world. His eyes were like stars I’ve never seen before and his touch were as delicate as dandelions in the meadow. And his lips were like peaches and cream.
It was hard not to love Namjoon. He’s too pure for this world. His eyes were like stars I’ve never seen before and his touch were as delicate as dandelions in the meadow. And his lips were like peaches and cream.
I was sent to protect him because unlike other souls, he isn’t a hopeless case. He’s capable of so much more, he just doesn’t realize it yet. But by the time he turns 28, the Angel of Death shall claim ownership over his soul.
‘Over my dead body.’ I refute my own thoughts. Joonie doesn’t belong to anyone but himself- not even me. As much as I want to be with him until the end of time, I know he was and will never be mine.
How could a sentinel be stupid enough to let their guard down? I shut my eyes in an attempt to distract myself from my own thoughts.
I have exactly 52 hours to get my shit together. 52 hours to get my head in the game because in 52 hours, I could lose the love of my life.
I have exactly 52 hours to get my shit together. 52 hours to get my head in the game because in 52 hours, I could lose the love of my life.
And if that happens, I could never forgive myself. All this time, I’ve been preparing to face the Angel of Death to fight for Namjoon’s precious life.
To me, it didn’t matter if I had to shed blood, sweat and tears. I need to save him. Earth would never be the same without him.
To me, it didn’t matter if I had to shed blood, sweat and tears. I need to save him. Earth would never be the same without him.
To me, time was an illusion. But to mortals, it's considered gold. I stand by the kitchen counter for God knows how long, immobilized by my own thoughts. Soon enough, our front door opens and as soon as Namjoon walks in, the room lights up. He was indeed my sunshine.
He drops the shopping bags on the floor and rushes over to give me a kiss.
"2 hours wasn't that long, right?" He says while wrapping his arms around my waist. 2 hours— now I only have 50 hours left. I blink in to consciousness and offer him a soft smile.
"2 hours wasn't that long, right?" He says while wrapping his arms around my waist. 2 hours— now I only have 50 hours left. I blink in to consciousness and offer him a soft smile.
"You kept me waiting long enough." I said, bringing my hands to his face. Of all the creatures I've seen in my entire existence, I could've sworn Namjoon was the most beautiful one of them all. We stand together in silence, savoring every moment we were having with each other.
The days went by too quickly. I glance over at the clock in our bedroom— 10:47PM. Exactly 1 hour and 13 minutes left before Namjoon finally turns 28. And when it hits, all hell might break loose. For me, at least. Namjoon didn't have to do anything at all.
It was I who had to face the Angel of Death.
"Babe, cuddle me?" Namjoon begs, scooting over to my side of the bed with his puppy dog eyes. I reach for him, motioning him to come closer. I envelope him in my arms and gently rub his back.
"Babe, cuddle me?" Namjoon begs, scooting over to my side of the bed with his puppy dog eyes. I reach for him, motioning him to come closer. I envelope him in my arms and gently rub his back.
"Sleep well, my dearest Kim Namjoon." And as the words slip my mouth, he falls into a deep slumber. A tear escapes my eye as I wait for time to pass by. My heart raced as I thought of the nearing future.
The sound of soft chimes startle me and I jolt up, still holding Namjoon in my arms. I look at the clock — 00:00. Perfect timing. The room turned colder and darker, and I knew he was near.
I slowly lay Namjoon down on the bed, putting him under a spell of deep sleep. I grab my enchanted silver dagger from under the bedside table and patiently wait for the being to appear. I sit by the foot of the bed, eyes closed. In heavy yet steady breaths, I begin my incantation
'Come to me, fallen angel. Show yourself and face the keeper of Light. Challenge me for the soul of an innocent.'
A gush of wind blows my hair and my dress. I open my eyes and see a magnificent beast standing in the corner of the room.
A gush of wind blows my hair and my dress. I open my eyes and see a magnificent beast standing in the corner of the room.
His head was bowed down, dark wings wrapped around his godly being. He was more than beautiful— ethereal, to say the least. I stare at him, taking in every bit of his glory. As soon as he lifts his head, our eyes locked.
"You summoned me." He says in a hushed tone. I grip the dagger behind my back and slowly stand up, taking cautious steps towards him. He was motionless but it felt like he was moving me. His eyes burned with desire as he looked through me. In that moment, I felt a connection.
"Surely you remember me. Please— please tell me you remember me." He stutters, trying to hold back his emotions.
"I know nothing of you, you foul creature!" I spit. His eyes flash with a hint of pain but they quickly turn blue. Suddenly, they looked familiar.
"I know nothing of you, you foul creature!" I spit. His eyes flash with a hint of pain but they quickly turn blue. Suddenly, they looked familiar.
"Jimin." He whispers. 'Jimin' I repeat in my mind. Why did the name ring a bell? And why was I on the verge of tears? My hands tremble as vivid memories dance inside of my head. He takes a step closer but I immediately let my guard up.
"Take one more step and I'll slit your throat." I warn. His expression softens as he continues to look me in the eyes, as if searching for something.
"What have they done to you?" He questions as tears run down his beautiful face. He moves closer, but instead of pushing him, I let him touch me. He softly grips my arm with one hand and cups my cheek with the other. Was this not my first encounter with the Angel of Death?
In the blink of an eye, his wings disappear and he begins to glow. Without breaking eye contact, he takes the dagger from behind my back. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath against my skin.
He laces his fingers around mine and in a heartbeat, we were up in the clouds.
For some reason, the stars were shining brighter tonight. I look down and see the city lights twinkling against the night sky, truly breathtaking.
For some reason, the stars were shining brighter tonight. I look down and see the city lights twinkling against the night sky, truly breathtaking.
The clouds we were standing on were calm, yet something in me felt chaotic. The Angel of Death stood at the edge of my cloud, eyes sadder than ever. I couldn't fully read his expression but one thing was certain; he was glowing. Like the North Star.
"Why did you bring me here? Is this an diversion to get Namjoon's soul?" I ask. He takes a deep breath before drifting towards me. When we were mere inches apart, he studies my face once again, perhaps looking for familiarity.
"Not even a single memory of me, my flower?" He whispers. As soon as his words leave his mouth, tears escape my eyes. 'My flower'— I knew it too well. "Remember me." At his words, our lips crash against each other. I was swimming in ecstacy and pleasure came in waves.
Images start dancing in my mind. Although, these were not just images. They were... memories.
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"Jimin, please! It's too dangerous!" I begged, but he wouldn't listen. I wanted to rip my heart out at the thought of possibly losing him tonight.
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"Jimin, please! It's too dangerous!" I begged, but he wouldn't listen. I wanted to rip my heart out at the thought of possibly losing him tonight.
"NO! I am your guardian! I need to save you. Please let me save you!" He cries, falling to the floor. All this time, I was in love with my "guardian angel". Crazy as it seems, Jimin told me who he really was— what he really was.
But I didn't care. All I cared about was Jimin, the love of my life. My eternal moon, my angel. He's going to die when the clock strikes 12MN, as soon as I turn 28.
"But I'm not a lost soul! I'm perfectly fine! Can't I negotiate with them?" I plead. I wasn't able to fully grasp whatever this was but I just knew I couldn't live without Jimin.
"It doesn't work like that, Y/N. Just please let me save you. Please..." He cries louder. My heart ached at the sight of him in pain. I never wanted this to happen.
As the clock chimed, my time was up. In a mere second, Jimin was on his feet, silver dagger in his hand.
As the clock chimed, my time was up. In a mere second, Jimin was on his feet, silver dagger in his hand.
A dark, shadowy entity stood in front of us as I cowered behind Jimin.
"Stay back!" He demands, pointing the dagger at it. A hand reached out from the shadow and pointed at me.
"Stay back!" He demands, pointing the dagger at it. A hand reached out from the shadow and pointed at me.
"Give me her soul." It says in a low growl. Jimin pushes me back slowly, not once breaking his gaze from the being.
"Over my dead body." Jimin responds, ready to attack.
"Over my dead body." Jimin responds, ready to attack.
"As you wish." It replies. Soon enough, a sword pierces through the shadows and quickly makes its way to Jimin. Without a second thought, I throw myself in front of him. I gasp as the burning metal penetrates my chest.
I swallow hard and grip the thick blade as my body grew numb. Jimin catches me in his arms as I fall to the ground.
"Y/N! What have you done?!" He cries. The sword disappeared, but the deep wound was there.
"Y/N! What have you done?!" He cries. The sword disappeared, but the deep wound was there.
"Be free, my angel. In another lifetime, we might meet again." I say, withstanding the pain I was feeling. He holds me closer to him, rocking me back and forth.
"In another lifetime, my flower. In another lifetime."
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"In another lifetime, my flower. In another lifetime."
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I was sucked back in to reality, still surrounded by the night sky. The Angel of Death— was my Jimin. My eternal moon, my angel. I run to him and wrap him around my arms.
"Jimin..." I bury my face in his shoulders and cry.
"What happened to you?" I ask, holding him in my arms.
"Jimin..." I bury my face in his shoulders and cry.
"What happened to you?" I ask, holding him in my arms.
"Losing you meant that I failed my mission. I didn't want to go back to heaven like that, so I turned rogue." He murmurs. He looks at me with his loving eyes and smiles.
"I knew that if I would become the Angel of Death, our paths would cross again no matter what. But I never thought they'd make you a guardian, too." He pauses, suddenly realizing something.
"Of course... You sacrificed yourself to save the defender of lost souls. It was the ultimate act of true love." Tears stream down his face as he looks at me in awe.
"Keeper of Light suits you." He cups my face, wiping the stray tears. This was the Jimin I fell in love with in my past life. The Jimin I wanted to be woth until the end of my days. He's as beautiful as I remember him to be.
"I love you more than love, you know that." He says.
"I love you more than love, you know that." He says.
"But... What about Namjoon?" My heart sinks. I was sent to protect him, not fall in love with this beautiful creature all over again.
"This was never about him. Fate lead us to each other, my love. I never wanted his soul." He replies. My heart sank even more.
"This was never about him. Fate lead us to each other, my love. I never wanted his soul." He replies. My heart sank even more.
"I can't leave him like this, Jimin. We love each other." I close my eyes, feeling the cold breeze of the western skies.
"I can't lose you again!" He refutes. I can't lose him twice, too.
"I can't lose you again!" He refutes. I can't lose him twice, too.
"I know what I have to do." I say, teleporting my way back to Namjoon's bedroom. He's on the bed, sleeping like a baby. Jimin is close behind, watching every move I make. I caress Namjoon's hair as I remember all the days I spent with him. I love him, but he was never mine.
"Happiest birthday to you, my love. When you wake up, you will have no trace of me in your life. I simply do not exist. You are Kim Namjoon of Ilsan-gu, and you have the purest soul on earth. But please... dream about me."
I leave one final kiss on his cheek as I bear the pain of leaving the mortal I have grown fond of.
Jimin offers me his hand. As soon as I take it, we're up in the clouds once again. I feel Namjoon's bond slowly detach from me. It was a bittersweet goodbye.
Jimin offers me his hand. As soon as I take it, we're up in the clouds once again. I feel Namjoon's bond slowly detach from me. It was a bittersweet goodbye.
But here I was, overlooking the cities with my angel. Jimin glances at me and smiles.
"What is it, my flower?" He asks, fixing my hair. God, he was so perfect. His skin was softer than a cloud and his lips were obviously meant to rest on mine. In his presence, I felt comfort.
"What is it, my flower?" He asks, fixing my hair. God, he was so perfect. His skin was softer than a cloud and his lips were obviously meant to rest on mine. In his presence, I felt comfort.
"What happens now?" I say. He holds me a little longer before looking in to the horizon.
"I'm never losing you again, that's for sure." He reassures me. I giggle, lacing mt fingers in his.
"I'm never losing you again, that's for sure." He reassures me. I giggle, lacing mt fingers in his.
"So this is it? You and me for eternity, right?" I move closer to him and without a second thought, my lips meet his. We kiss under the bright stars. Although to me, he was the brightest.
I was in the arms of an angel. As our lips part, he looks at me with eyes filled with love.
"You and me. Always and forever until the end of time."
"You and me. Always and forever until the end of time."
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