Two years ago, Jimin, the fallen son of Adonis fell into your house. Turns out he had pissed the Gods off, causing him to be banished. This man was not humble in any way. Constantly yapping on and on a out having to do chores and get a job. Jimin was very flirty and touchy, so he became a favorite at the coffee shop you and him worked at. Going on dates almost every night.

*You on the other hand, we're extremely wealthy, but you always chose to not flaunt your money, no matter how many times he tried to convince you to give him your credit cards, its not like you used them much anyway. *

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On a snowy winter night, as you cooked dinner, Jimin came out of his room, shirtless in gray sweatpants, you could never get him to cover up.

He tapped your shoulders, again and again, every time you told him you were busy. Still, after two years, the heaven ascended man had not been humbled, being the perfect image of a man had it's perks.

"Bae, Bae, Bae, I wanna show you something." You chuckled at his excited, childlike tone. No matter how much he annoyed you, he owned up to his mistakes. Even a God would be curious to the modern human world. As you turned to look at him, he stuck out his tongue, a silver stud in the middle.

"I got a tongue piercing, I think it's pretty sweet, don't you think?" He smiled, as he grabbed you hair back while you cooked. Braiding it. You hair was pretty long, it was his favorite past time.

"Bae, do you think I'm ugly?' He asked with a pout, he was never called ugly, he was the perfect image of man, he was THE son of Adonis. He was perfect.

"Some girl called me ugly today. I got so pissed at her, I banned her from coming to the cafe ever again." He wrapped his arms around you, his muscles bulging into your back as he rested his forehead into your neck, smelling your hair. He chuckled.

"I'm glad I fell into your house, boo."