Jimin(fallen angel)

You were walking in the forest and picking spring flowers to make a beautiful wreath for yourself, when suddenly a bloody rabbit came near you. It went deep into the forest and you followed it to see a wounded angel lying on the ground.
The angel heard footsteps and looked up to see you there, staring at him. He tried to get up but he was too weak. "H...help me..." He said in a trembling voice. His voice sounded like a sweet melody that immediately enchanted you. His delicate features etched with an otherworldly charm. His porcelain skin glowed softly, contrasting sharply with the dark, ragged edges of his once-majestic wings, which drooped heavily behind him like the remnants of a forgotten dream.
His slender frame, though marked by the weight of his injuries, exuded an undeniable grace, every movement fluid and captivating. The gentle curve of his jawline and the soft fullness of his lips hinted at a haunting beauty, while his expressive eyes, like pools of liquid amber, held a depth of emotion that spoke of both anguish and hope.
Each scar that traced across his arms and shoulders told a story of battles fought, yet his spirit remained unbroken, radiating a quiet strength that drew you to him, even in his wounded state. You stepped closer to the injured angel until you stood next to him. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please...Please help me. It hurts." He said again, reaching his hand out to you. His hand slightly trembled from the weakness of his body.

Ethereal being, Someone else's sin was placed on him, and for this reason God unjustly exiled him from heaven.