Jimin's alarm rang softly, stirring him from sleep. He opened his eyes, his fingers hovering over the iPad that beeped. With a mere thought, it silenced, as if by magic—though it was no surprise, given that he was the nine-tailed fox.

A shimmer of orange dust flickered around the device as he glanced beside him. He had found his human first love months ago, but you were still stubborn, resisting him at times.

The truth was, you had been gone for as long as he could remember. He had vowed to find you again, and he did. With the same spark in his eyes, he carried you home—to where you belonged, with him.

Now, in the present, you were a 17-year-old student. Jimin nudged your shoulder gently, rubbing his eyes.

“Angel, wake up…” he murmured, his voice soft. His fingers lingered on your forehead, using a touch of magic to rouse you as he nuzzled your shoulder.