"We're like art, art
Together we're fluorescent lovers
We will never be discovered
I feel ashamed to love and need you
It leaves me when we make love" Florescent Lovers-Jaqui Siu

Within two seconds Jimin had her completely in his lap. She felt the fire burn in her stomach, bubble up between them in the faint darkness of the room. Their breathing, their hearts, all timed together in an endless song.

Suddenly, he lifted Celine and himself off the bed, allowing her to feel the strain in his muscles. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled herself as tight as possible to him. It was easy to feel his taut stomach through the fabric of his shirt,

Everytime they were close, they just gravitated together. She couldn't look at him without wanting to kiss him. Jimin felt the same as well, as his eyes kept flickering to her mouth.

They kept leaning in, moving away like waves waning at a shore line. The push and pull of their attraction. Slight brush of the lips against one another, not kissing just feeling.

This is just lust.

"God I want to fuck you so badly." Jimin said, his mouth delightfully parted. His voice sent shivers down her spine, decadently raw with want. They looked as plump as a candy apple.

And Celine couldn't resist taking a bite.

She did what she had wanted to do the entire night; kiss his pretty lips. Except it wasn't their usual slow, sensual kiss. It was Celine was becoming obsessed with.

This is the man she had not seen in a while. The arrogant stranger who didn't want her. The one who seemed like a player. The one who looked like he gave a shit about nothing. One that fucked for fun.

Jimin slammed Celine sensually against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt her, but to jolt her body. Celine breathed in, groaning as she tilted her head back against the cold dry wall. Jimin immediately swooped in, not giving a damn as he harshly sucked her skin. His skillful tongue traced her veins, biting at each pressure point she had.

He bit all the way up to her ear, caressing the shell. Celine was under his spell as a moved his lips all over her. She wasn't even thinking about the marks he was probably leaving. It didn't matter at this point.

Jimin's hand snaked up her body, brushing against her breast. The man skillfully wrapped his hand around her neck, massaging over the places he had nipped.

"You want this?" He asked, panting as he pulled away from her. It wasn't said in a nice or sweet way, more like he was doing business with her. His eyes were hardened against her seductive stare.

I've never wanted anything more right now.

"Yes I want it, I want you." She answered truthfully, using her leverage to grind up against him more. She watched his jaw clenched, his eyelids flutter as she touched him.

He leaned in kissing her aggressively, her body flat against the wall. His body moved in time with her, not giving a damn about anything else. All thoughts left her mind as his mouth captured her bottom lip. Stars exploded behind her eyes, falling into the universe of blue and purple. Silk waves of pleasure falling over her, a waterfall of emotion she couldn't understand. He pressed in closer, kissing her so deeply she became lightheaded.

He finally pulled away, letting her slowly slide down him. His eyes were wild as he pulled off her shirt, taking in her small figure. Celine felt goosebumps as the cold air hit her skin. Jimin lifted his pointer finger, tracing the soft skin that reacted even more to his touch.

He made sure to remember it.

Then he took her jeans off. Let his thumbs fall into the contours of her hip bones. Felt the smoothness of her stomach. Traced countless words into her skin that he could never say aloud.

She pulled of his shirt, ruffling his dime-like hair in the process. Saw the flush of his cheeks and the red of his swollen lips. The white of his teeth biting into him. Felt the hard curves of his arms, and the frail strength he carried. His swan-like neck and his pretty eyes staring daringly at her.

They were left in nothing. Both left in the skin they hated. But grew to like just a little bit more.

Left with only the option of how to express themselves. For neither could show what they felt. It didn't erase their insecurities, but it sure distracted them.

Sex was they way Celine and Jimin chose to communicate.

It was the only way either of them could.

They both were breathing harshly, though they hadn't done much yet. It was like running a marathon in comparison to a walk in the park, something was different about them.

Maybe it was because Jimin was angry.

Maybe it's because Celine was sad.

Either way they let those emotions controlled them. Instead of the ones ready to burst forward.

Night met the stars, and Celine ignored the butterflies she felt. Willed herself to let go of all she was feeling.

For she never had fallen for a sugar daddy before. And she wasn't about to.

"This is my job."

And Jimin, had to accept the fact that she didn't want him. Had to remind himself of his promise.

"This isn't love."

He pulled her to him, kissing her again. Celine's eyes fluttered shut, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. It was less needy than before. Much more soft.

Why did it feel like he was saying goodbye?

But he picked up the pace, opening her mouth with his tongue. They met, intertwining. Jimin guided her to the bed, letting her lay down. He leaned down, laying on top of her. Instinctively her legs went to wrap around him, but he pushed them down.

The heat revved up in her stomach as he gave her a serious look.

"No touching."

"How is this going to work then?" Celine asked, a hint of a smile on her face. She leaned up onto her elbows, being sure to flaunt everything at him. She slowly reached for the hands the held onto her thighs.

His eyes remained level, barely giving her a glance. It made her retreat back into herself, feeling less dominant more and more by the second.

"You wanted me to show you I don't care right? So I'm going to use you, like a toy." He said, whispering into her ear his plans.

She took in a gasp, not used to hearing Jimin talk this way. If it was anyone but him, she'd kick them in the balls. But his eyelashes met his cheeks in a beautiful shadow, and he gazed down at her in a heated way. She couldn't help but feel turned on.

He grasped her hands now, slowly sliding his own up her own. It felt like a trail of fire as he went up her skin. When he made it to her wrist, he put both of them above her head, holding them in one of his larger hands. The grip was tight, not enough to bruise, but enough to be sore later.

He went to kiss her again, biting at her lips. Celine felt the blood rush to them as he messed around with her. Whenever she started to kiss back, he pulled away, raising an eyebrow. She started to get more frustrated, as he planted kisses around her mouth.

"Bad girl." He said, pulling at her wrist more tightly as his eyes darkened with lust.

Celine was panting at this point, unable to take his constant eye contact. He smirked as he watched her unravel underneath him, weak and deprived of him. Reddening from all the "playing" he was doing.

The brunette couldn't hold in the gasp as he licked a bold stripe on her stomach. Watched his muscles contract and twitch as he moved above her. Just about died when he blew over the wet areas, causing it to tingle.

Celine lifted her hips, hoping that he'd understand her gesture. He pushed her hips down with his skilled hand as he laid between her thighs. He leaned down, sucking on the soft skin of her legs, using one hand to massage underneath them. The girl whined as he kissed every place where she wanted him most.

"Jimin." She said, letting out a groan as he broke skin. She was tired of the teasing.

"Don't say my name." He said, sucking on her skin more harshly. She arched her back on reaction, forcing him to hold her down harder.

"Mr. Park?" She said, innocently batting her eyelashes at him.

"That's better." He said, barely unable to hide his hunger at this point.

He was aching for her.

"Are you ready?" Even though he was being more aggressive, he was still asking for permission. Celine almost smiled, knowing that the Jimin she knew was still there. He lined himself up with her, almost rolling his eyes back as he felt her heat. He'd already had a condom on.

"Yes."  Celine said, feeling breathless. Neither of them really wanted foreplay tonight. They just wanted to do what brought them together in the first place.

Without another word, her thrusted into her with an intensity she couldn't explain. Her back came off the bed, forcing her chest to meet his. Her mouth stayed wide open, no noise coming out. Jimin's eyes were clenched closed, his jaw just as taut. He willed for control, for strength.

To not fall into her and become passionate, but to stay distant.

But then he opened his eyes and saw her. Remembered the way she enchanted him. Her eyes, the way she moved with him.

He started to move inside her, loving the way she wrapped around him. She tried to stay silent, but he didn't want her too.

He didn't want to hurt her, but he wanted her to feel his anger. The pain he endured every time he was around her.

Celine couldn't hold it back as he thrusted into her. Her fingers curled, trying hard to unlock herself from his hand. Her whole body was shaking as he went back and forth. She watched as his face contorted, looking concentrated. His abs rolled into her, rubbing against her skin.

The light from the window showed on his face, making his features sharper than before. His usually godly features turned dark, like he was the angel of death. The sweetness devoid from him, only pleasure and dominance.

Celine let the harshness sink into her. The fact that this was more meaningless than ever before. It felt just as intense, just as perfect. Jimin was doing a good job of not caring.

Jimin was fucking her, knowing that every thing he did to her meant nothing. He tried not to give her everything, every bit of himself. Every emotion he would put into her would be spit back out.

And she didn't care, because she had another man back at home to love.

And Jimin had no one.

He reached down, changing pace and the angle he went into her. The change effected both of him, incoherent words pouring out. Celine bit her puffy lips, the teeth sinking in and making them a darker pink.

Jimin held onto her hips, using it to gain more momentum. The movement was relentless, and everything Celine wanted. He moved into her deeper, making her scream out. He wanted to hear it, not caring that the rest of his friends were downstairs. She moved her hips as well, gently meeting his skin. He knew that he was going to lose it soon. The way she stared up at him with her golden irises was enough to tear him apart.

It hurts because she isn't mine.

Jimin needed it to end, but at the same time didn't. But he couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand seeing her face. Or the way she made him feel.

Eventually the feeling became to overwhelming for either of them. All logic was lost, all thoughts put aside. Celine came, Jimin after her, letting out a stream of curses. The burst of elation and comfort flooding their body, muscles letting go of all the built up tension. Breath mingling, hearts pounding loud enough to feel the room. They felt complete together. They made each other feel so good, in all the ways that mattered.

Celine felt full again. Jimin; drained.

He pulled out, just holding himself up above her. Their faces only a few inches apart. Irises meeting, not knowing what to say. Neither knew what the other was thinking, even though it was all they wanted. Jimin narrowed his eyes, looking compassionate for a second.

The look where I was a masterpiece.

Jimin's lips hovered above her head as he looked down upon her. She swore he was going to kiss her forehead. But he shook his head, pulling away from her. Getting off the bed completely. His warmth unfelt, pulling away from her. Celine felt like he was planets away. A cosmic force leaving a hole in her chest.

Celine watched, shocked as he started getting dressed. His air limbs moving like pale shadow across the room. Her heart felt heavy in the weirdest way. Throat all clenched and raw. Her hand reached out to him, as he pulled up his jeans. Her mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say.

The older man didn't look at her. Just gathered all of his items. Slid the sweater back over his shiny hair.

"You aren't going to stay." Celine muttered out, voice small.

It needed to happen, him leaving her alone.

But god did it hurt.

It was the most insecure she'd ever felt. As he plucked up clothes. The man who had somehow become a best friend and a confidant. Someone who she couldn't resist. Not giving her his attention. Not staring at her with those eyes. Not talking with her, sweet voice caressing her ears. Not mentioning art or lighting her a smoke. Not living life or blaring on about stars.

She felt empty. And she needed to get used to it.

"Why would I, right?" Park Jimin asked, finally turning around. Voice stable and unwavering, jaw set in a harsh line.

Dressed fully in black. Lithe body elegant in the light. His oval shaped face contrasted beautifully with his dark sweater. Doll nose, eyes, and lips all pretty. The uncaring look on his face. Completely devoid of emotion or feeling.

The same features as before. But he had changed. They had changed. In the matter of seconds he wasn't her Jimin anymore.

And he should have never been in the first place .

Celine was a blank canvas before him. All that he had painted on her was stripped away with that look.

Without him her life was colorless.

And with her doe eyed look, he left. The silver haired apparition disappeared, as if he was never there in the first place. Like the history they shared meant nothing. Like it never happened.

And all she could do was watch.

It's not like she could go after him.

She asked for it.

She asked to be treated like dirt.

But she wasn't expecting the genuine look of disinterest Jimin had on his face. Wasn't fully prepared to be cursed at and handled by him.

Did not comprehend the emptiness she felt when he had not stayed behind.

Why not just end it now?

From the middle of December, to February, her life has spiraled out of control.

But that bothered her more than the thought of losing Jeongguk.

It was the truth that she was unwilling to accept. So much to the point she willed herself to forget.

But she refused to cry. Because this was something she had to do. Her job and her personal life had to be separate.

They couldn't be friends.

And even though her and Jimin would be different,

At least she'd still have him.

Stop caring about him.

Stop caring.

Stop.

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(A/N): y'all don't even know how much I planned for this story. I'm so excited! It's going to be based around the four seasons. So from chapter 1-12 it's winter. From 13-24 it will be Spring and so on. I hope you'll be able to find the significance behind it all.

Any specific thoughts, feelings, theories? Tell me what's on your mind?

I just want to say thanks again for all the reads, votes, and comments. The feedback I get is really amazing!