Ⓐngels weren't creatures you'd mess around with. Everyone would know that - everyone who'd believe, that was. That wasn't the case of Min Yoongi. Why would he be a believer? He didn't have anything to prove him otherwise; his faith had died out, and so was he any minute, if someone didn't reach out to him soon. A/N T...
"The frost of your hands caressing me like crystal snow landing on my bare skin" "How the hell did this kid figure out the combination to my locker?" Jimin, the head of the Literature Club, secretly has a crush on Yoongi and puts notes in his locker.
Min Yoongi is the perfect 19 year old son. Raised with an overly religious family, he is planned to follow his father's wishes by becoming a priest. He's known highly for his self control and stoic persona. Park Jimin is a very troubled youth. Unable to control him, his parents force him into a religious reformation...
Oh, he would finally realize it wasn't just about the umbrella. Hell, it never really was. In which Park Jimin grows as fond of his of his new white-haired neighbor as he is of the weather. And maybe, just maybe this irritating man by the name of Min Yoongi was sent by the universe to add a dash more color into his du...
Jimin secretly leaves letters in his senior crush' locker, too shy to talk to the older face to face. Highest ranking: #439 in fanfiction #12 in vkook #5 in Notes (Short chapters) - 15 year old freshman Jimin - 19 year old senior Yoongi