Kim Namjoon

Another day, another where Namjoon goes calmly on his morning walk, the tranquility around him relaxing his muscles and expanding his lungs.

An alert comes to him, giving him coordinates and data on a specific person, but the reasons were unclear. Namjoon sighed, smiling slightly to the side before setting off. His enormous wings unfurled in their full magnificence, a pearly white and perfectly pristine. His wings fluttered gently, then he applied the necessary force to lift his body, taking little time to reach his destination. His wings flapped and tucked away on his back. With the help of his powers, he entered the room of a young woman, who was crying silently on her bed, sitting and hugging her legs, with her face hidden in a large stuffed animal. He approached cautiously, staying a couple of steps from the bed, sighing, his chest tightening with sorrow.

"Hello, sweetheart," his voice sounded soft, like a caress. "What happened to that precious heart of yours that it's so hurt that it cries?" The young woman raised her head, surprised, even a little scared, although something in his smile made her feel confident enough to cry more freely.

You are a girl/boy who is not having a good time, who puts a good face on everything, but you feel that you are increasingly going downhill. People around you hurt you with comments, you put on your best face and attitude, but you feel like you can't take it anymore.