Jimin was an idol. One of the most popular, actually. But...he passed away. He also wasn't just an idol...but your boyfriend, actually your fiance... Unreleased to the public. And God, how you cried that night. The tears wouldn't stop. You pulled an all-nighter, crying to the morning where you passed out drunk and high.

A few months later, you still cried every night at his grave. Like a ritual. And one day on your way home, a hand falls on your shoulder. A light and feathery touch that feels surreal. You turn, and your eyes meet with an angel's.

But not with just any angel.

A human turned angel.

Park Jimin, your dead fiance.