Jimin sat in the rain, his body covered in blood and his big white wigs tattered and torn. He was an angel, but his beauty was stained with pain and suffering. His angelic voice was a whisper, his wings damaged and unable to lift him into the air. He was a powerful being, but he was also fragile and wounded. He looked out into the rain, the blood on his face washing away with the raindrops. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he is angel he is too much bleeding he lost all he's power