"The things that I would do to you with just a couple seconds
I would color every moment, make you feel like it's forever baby
I'm coming over so you can start undressing
I hope this is my chance to finally make a good impression on you"
Pigment-H.E.R.

Celine had been standing in Jin's bathroom for an hour now.

Staring at her reflection, wallowing in her very ill timed existential crisis.

The girl had been crying for hours now, having a complete melt down. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress, one of light blue fabric. It flowed gently around her, accentuating her waist and looking pretty with her dark wavy hair. The only problem was the makeup she had applied was running down her face, her nose was runny, and her swollen eyes were bloodshot to hell.

Her carefree attitude of letting fate run its course had melted away. Her worries of her art being criticized ate at her, revealing old and new insecurities she didn't even know she possessed.

"Celine come on! You've been in their for at least three days and I really need to pee!" Yelled an exasperated Jin from the other side of the door.

She ignored his plea, knowing it was a scam. Once he heard her cry, he had been trying to get into the bathroom.

"If you really need to go, use one of your other 50 overly expensive toilets! I mean who needs their butt heated as they crap?" She yelled back, wiping away the black tears that had trailed across her face.

The brunette looked like a toddler, and she felt like one. Pouting and throwing a tantrum when she felt uncomfortable. It was one of the moments where she wished she had her mom around. So she could be babied and held, told that everything was going to be okay.

But it was a luxury she couldn't afford.

Jin banged on the door, jolting her into more tears.

"Don't you give me an attitude young lady! Butt heating is the best invention of the 21st century."

Celine gave in, unlocking the door. At this point she just wanted someone to hug. Even though it totally contradicted with her hard, and sometimes tough exterior. But she was already crying so who really gave a fuck.

Jin gasped, holding a large hand in front of his plumped lips. His proportional face was aghast as she turned around to face him, shoulders slumped.

"God you look hideous," He said at first, then changed his mind after he received a death glare,"I mean, come here honey."

He opened his arms, letting the 18 year old fall into him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, letting her sob into his broad shoulder.

"I know I look like the mean lady from Mulan." Celine sputtered out, rubbing the black make up from under her eyes.

Jin snorted, not holding back with his jokes as he stroked her long hair.

"Oh my god you do. You will never bring your family honor!" He yelled, doing his best impression of the mean lady. His windshield wiper laugh coming out in the process.

Celine in turn cried even harder, making the older male freak out.

"Oh no what did I do?"

"It's not you. It's just, I'm freaking out okay?"

"I can see that."

The girl stepped away from him, finally calmed down enough to start breathing again. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to gather her thoughts to explain.

"I mean there is a chance that nothing will come of this. That I'm just another artist trying to make it in a world of people that are better than me. I don't want to be a failure, and let everyone down."

Jin nodded, but was quick with his rebuttal.

"Celine, worry about the outcome later. Enjoy the moment. Celebrate the fact you were even good enough to be accepted."

"But I can't."

"And why is that?" The brown haired man asked, looking at her in confusion.

Again, her heart felt heavy. How, could she explain? The feeling of abandonment. The way her throat clenched when she thought of home. Just the pure emotion of wanting to have something that had slipped out of her grasp.

But she knew that she could trust Jin enough to try.

"Because I miss my mom and dad. I want to see my mom's beautiful smile, and be hugged so that I can smell her favorite vanilla lotion she likes to wear. And here my dad's gravelly voice as he tells a joke to make me feel better. To finally admit I accomplished something like my brother Skye. I'm doing something amazing and no one in my family is here to witness it. I mean, my mom and dad won't even talk to me. I feel extra pressure to become something my parents will be proud of. To be a person to them, and not a murderer." Celine confessed, the words leaving her mouth like acid.

She watched Jin's expression remain the same, unchanged. Hoping that he wouldn't change his opinion of her afterward.

"I don't understand..." The man murmured, a serious edge in his voice she never heard before.

"My sister Mia died in a car accident. I was driving when we were hit by a drunk driver. She died on impact and I lived. And my whole family resents me because of it." Celine managed to say, as she started choking up again. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling as cold as winter.

Jin was silent, eyes becoming glassy as he stared at the small girl.

Completely amazed at the fact she was still so put together, after everything happened.

Because most people still wouldn't be on this earth.

"Oh my god. Holy fucking god. I'm so sorry, I didn't know." He said, leaning against the bathroom sink. She could feel the sympathy and guilt in his voice, and felt awful because of it.

"It's not your fault, it's just, I wish they could be here for moments like this."

"I understand. Well I can't because you've been through so much, but you know what I mean. Really, all of this makes so much more sense now. We'll talk more about this later, but for right now you need to stop crying. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met, and I believe that. I will make sure you feel loved today. I promise. You're family to me now. Just so you know, I couldn't be more proud."

"Thank you Jin, really. I love you."

"I love you too. Fuck, you're going to make me cry now. I can't get this cotton shirt wet."

"What a tragedy." She said, sarcasm still alive after all the crying.

The older man rolled his eyes, but hid the smile that threatened to break through.

"Fix your makeup, put on a smile, and get your ass in my limo. Or else we'll be late."

Celine stuck out her tongue, laughing as he flipped her the bird.

"Okay, okay."

And finally, she was ready. For something greater in her life to happen.

For her purpose.

***********

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to be sick." The girl said, holding her stomach in the back of Jin's car.

The older male flashed her a look.

"Not in this car honey."

Namjoon sighed, silently telling his extra-ass boy friend to give it a rest.

"Come on Jin, don't make her feel worse. You'll be okay Celine, be yourself. Everyone will love you because of it." He said, turning around to flash her a quick smile.

"Thanks Nam." She responded, working on trying to feel less nauseous.

After another ten minutes, Jin had stopped the car.

"We're here! Everyone else is waiting in the lobby for you! And then we will all walk in together." He parked the car quickly, rushing to get a good spot. He ushered Namjoon out of the car, telling him that the exhibition would be over if he kept going at that pace.

Celine made her way out of the car, nerves wracking her whole body. Her body shook like a leaf, even though the sun beat down onto her. Jin put a hand on her back, motioning for her to walk quicker. The large, white, and modern building looked more intimidating than ever before. Especially the huge "PARK" sign that rested at the top.

She walked into the doors, immediately bombarded by a tall male.

"Celine!" Yelled Taehyung, almost making her trip.

She hugged him back, happy to see the energetic boy was here to be with her. As a photographer, he barely had time in his schedule to spare. It meant a lot that he was here.

Celine felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see a blonde and stony faced Yoongi.

"Hey. You'd think you were the ghost of Michael Jackson or something, with all the hype you're getting."

The girl smirked, knowing that he was just teasing. It was his way of telling her she did a good job.

"Are you jealous?"

The pale man cracked a smile, adjusting the collar of his black dress shirt.

"Maybe a little."

Again, the girl was almost knocked over when another man ran at her.

"My little Celine! My angry sunshine! I feel like its the first day of kindergarten, and I'm the single mom! I have to drop you off, but I don't want to let you go. Nothing but respect for MY queen." Hoseok screamed excitedly at her. He never failed to make her smile. The love he exuded from every pore instantly improved her mood, making her feel a bit more at ease.

"Hoseok, that's kind of weird but I love you anyways."

All of her friends, standing in front of her. It was a beautiful picture.

It was only missing a silver embellishment.

Jimin wasn't there, but she shoved down her selfish disappointment. He was probably busy greeting important people. She probably wouldn't get a chance to see him tonight anyways.

"Alright, let's go!" Said Jin, causing a jolt in her heart.

You could say she panicked, for she didn't move at first. Namjoon literally had to nudge her so that she would start following after. Her heart rate rose as she looked through the glass doors, seeing hordes of people, and hundreds of flashing cameras.

She walked in first, Jin holding open the door for her. At first it was hard to see anything because of the crowds. Her friends followed after, slowly and remaining with her. But the girl whirled into action when she spotted something familiar. She pushed through a crowd of people, all surrounding one painting. The rest of her entourage ran after her, confused at her sudden pace.

But when they all pushed through, they realized what she was looking at.

Her piece, was right in the center. The first thing you saw when you walked into the large building. The painting she had done, the day after she smoked at Jimin's house. The larger one, that explained how she felt after they kissed. She didn't even realize she had submitted that one, and blushed at the personal form of her expression before her.

There was a post, describing her name and journey as an artist.

Kim Celine: Main Artist

Mr. Park never told her she was the focal point of the exhibition. He never told her she was front page news.

"That's my art. My fucking art right there."

"Jesus Celine, I didn't know you were this good." Said Yoongi, his hands on his hips.

Everyone exclaimed, a chorus of words and praises scrambled together.

She looked over at her friends, happy tears sprouting in her eyes.

Saw Jin and Namjoon, holding hands as they stared up at the piece in awe.

Watched as Hoseok had the widest smile on his face.

Yoongi, who stared intently at the piece, his small mouth slightly opened in awe.

It was amazing. That she was able to effect people. Make them feel all a different way as they absorbed the emotions she placed on a canvas.

Eyesight becoming watery, she smiled walking forward. Staring closer at what she made. Just in utter disbelief that any of this actually was happening. She heard foot steps next to her, seeing her Gucci clad friend looking at her painting wordlessly. His opinion mattered so much to her, she felt anxious as he remained silent.

Taehyung placed a hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her, "This is truly astounding Celine. And I've studied at the Louvre. Just know what you did here, wasn't just good to your friends. You've honestly created a couple masterpieces."

She then looked over, and saw her other works that were hung up. She never noticed the pattern, the use of colors. The precision of which she painted, until they were all laid in front of her.

She smiled, pulling the sandy haired man into an embrace. He fully accepted, bringing her closer.

"Celine! Come here I want to take a picture!" Yelled Jin, making Taehyung and Celine pull away from each other.

They both laughed, looking at the way Jin ran over with a camera. Looking like a soccer mom trying to see the goal. Namjoon trailed behind, hands in his pockets and dimples on full display. The purple haired man shaking his head in admiration at his strange boy friend.

Jin paused in front of her, practically out of breath.

"Okay! Get ready for your close up! Taehyung move out of the way, you're dirtying up my lens." He said, request even scarier because he smiled the whole time.

Taehyung held up his hands, wincing at Celine before he walked over to joing Yoongi, and Hoseok.

Celine posed in front of the closest painting, wearing a huge smile on her face as Jin moved the camera around like a photographer. There was a million flashes, making her wonder just how many pictures he could take of the same thing.

"Hello! I'm reporter Kang, are you the artist of the wonderful pieces?" Asked a man with glasses, shoving his microphone into Celine's face in the middle of mock photoshoot.

Celine was about to answer, when an angry broad shouldered man showed up next to her. She smacked a hand to her head, knowing that this poor reporter was about to get roasted.

"Who are you?" Asked Jin, as sweet as honey. Celine prayed he wouldn't ruin anything for her with his attitude. But she was already bracing herself to cringe.

"A reporter-"

"Oh know sweetie, I heard you. You misunderstood what I was asking. Who are you, to get all up in Kim fucking Celine's face? She's the main artist of this exhibition. It cost at least a million dollars to breath her air you plebeian. And now, you wasted my camera memory because now you're in some of the shots. Congrats, you played yourself." Jin finished, face reddening as he gave no mercy.

Celine slipped away, trying not to die from embarrassment. She did as Jimin told her to do, and waited quietly in front of her paintings. He told her to enjoy herself and be in the moment, but after, act in a business-like manner. Now that she spent time with her friends, she had to network. It was easy to tell who the casual art lovers were, versus the critics.

She only stood for a few seconds, when a man walked up to her. He smiled, instantly making her feel better as he asked about her work. He said all good things, writing down the occasional note on his pad. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw purple and orange haired men making funny faces.

She waved Namjoon and Hoseok off, who started laughing uncontrollably. Jin immediately slapped the back of both of their heads.  

After the first critic, a line had started.

Celine gave interview, after interview. Her friends watched from the sideline, watching with pride as she smiled and laughed. Even though she was nervous, she found it easy to talk about what she loved. What she spent years working on. It felt like a completely full circle moment.

"What inspired you to become an artist?" An older lady asked, with black glasses and red lipstick.

Celine watched, as the lady got her pen ready. Swallowing her apprehension, she answered with the truth.

"My sister Mia. She was an artist as well. I watched her paint, slowly falling in love with the technique and emotion. After she passed, all I had left of her was the feeling of strokes against the canvas."

The woman smiled, eyes warming up significantly.

"Mia must have been wonderful, to have taught someone as talented as you. I see great things in your future. You are an amazing artist."

"She truly is." Said a voice from the right of them, interrupting Celine's response.

Celine knew exactly who it was, relief and excitement filling her body all at once. She turned, to see the dapper man smiling, hand in his pockets.

"Jimin." She exhaled, his name leaving her lips like a sigh.

Finally, the person she wanted to complete this beautiful moment in her life. She felt so at peace, being able to see his reaction. To see that he too was there to support her.

He was dressed in a completely black suit, no white in sight. He looked like an angel of death, though he brought more life into her. It was strange seeing him in such a professional setting. She couldn't describe it, but it made him more real. Made him more palpable to her. And all she wanted to do was touch him, and see if he would evaporate into smoke.

The silver haired man placed a gentle hand on her forearm. Her eyes never left his face as he talked to the lady before them.

"Do you mind leaving us to talk?"

The older lady smiled, bidding them both goodbye.

Jimin turned to Celine, giving her the most tender smile.

"Well, what do you think?"

And for a moment she honestly couldn't answer. She just motioned around the room. To the people, to her artwork. Finally looking at the man who was able to create this fantasy for her in real life. Who still denied humbly that he had any real control over it.

Jimin just wanted her to be happy.

"I can't believe any of this. It's a dream come true. Why didn't you tell me I was the main artist?" She asked, the girl dressed in blue was almost breathless.

"I wanted to surprise you." He said, a small smile dancing across his lips. Soon after, his eyes disappeared into two ink black curves.

She loved that smile more than anything. The smile of absolute pride and recognition.

"I can't thank you enough."

"Don't thank me yet, the night is still young. Follow me." Jimin said, smiling mischieviously as he grabbed onto her hand.

They passed their friends, waving as they walked by. Yoongi gave her the thumbs up, while Jin looked at her gravelly. She shrugged, continuing to let the older man to maneuver the both of them through the crowds. The girl liked the way his hand felt around hers. Liked the way he would caress her softly, even though he was rushing.

He pulled her into the main hallway, the opening foyer to the building. He stopped, making her almost trip over him. The man laughed turning around and gripping the small girl's shoulders to keep her steady.

"Close your eyes." He said, velvety voice tempting her into excitement.

She enthusiastically listened to him, knowing he was probably going to surprise her again. She twisted her hands in anticipation, hearing his footsteps echo as he walked away from her. She took in a breath, as he came back, stepping closely to her. She could feel his minty breath on her skin, smell his delicious cologne.

"Alright babe, open."

She did as he asked, instantly blinking from the exposure to light. After a moment, she was able to focus on what he was actually holding out in front of her.

"Pink roses?"

Beautiful, plush ones at that.

Jimin nodded his head, cheeks turning almost the same color.

"You said they were your favorite."

God, she almost burst into tears again.

The unlikelihood of them, becoming friends after they met in the bedroom.

How Jimin could have made her life a living hell after the incident.

But he didnt.

Slowly, like melting honey, they molted together into one.

Helped her with Jeongguk, when he barely even knew her. Let her smoke weed, and introduced her to great music.

Progressed, when he encouraged her to follow her dreams of becoming an artist. Motivated her to at least try.

Shared the pain of losing Mia, and talked through family problems. He was the first person she willingly told her dark past to. And he had listened with an open heart.

Showed her there was more to life than being pessimistic. That kindness and love could open a world of oppurtunities.

Most importantly, he showed her that she was worth something.

The man genuinely cared about her.

Made it his mission to know every little detail about her personality, life, and ambitions.

He became her main support system. He supported her in every way she needed.

Someone who was once her greatest regret, became her biggest pride.

Jimin made her feel like the most special girl in the universe.

"And I also said, you were my favorite."

"Celine." It was only her name, but the inflection of his voice held so much meaning.

He looked at her, as if for the first time again.

And there was no doubt in her mind, that she truly loved this man.

The thought dancing in her mind, as he placed his hand under her chin. Lifted her head, and tilting his to the side. Eyes closing as he leaned in. Both sighing as their lips finally touched.

A little piece of heaven in their sinful lives.

*************

Jeon Jeongguk had never felt happier in his life.

Today would mark the beginning of a new era.

He knew that it was the day of Celine's debut as an artist. He knew that she failed to mention it to him, because she was afraid he wouldn't care. He'd seen the group text she sent on her phone, formally inviting everyone but him to come and see her. At first, it stung. Yet the text he had not received acted as a wake up call to him. He would be at risk for losing her if he didn't act right.

But he was willing to change that. At least, until she trusted him again. Instead of asking her, he was going to show up and surprise her.

It was his turn to prove he was good enough. Ever since he and Jimin made up, he wanted to show a better side of himself to his friends. He wanted to be mature, and show them that he could grow up and become better. It didn't matter if his good behavior lasted, as long as he tried.

Before arriving, he went to go buy flowers for his lady. He walked in, the old woman working there instantly complimenting his suit. She told him that he looked radiant. He told her it was because he was in love.

He picked out pink roses.

To remind her of what they once had. How he had treated her so well at the beginning of their relationship, when she'd been perfect.

He still remembered they were her favorite.

The man got in his car, still smiling ear to ear. He was arriving exactly at the time he wanted to. Showing up late enough, that people would think he wouldn't show. Enough to surprise everyone in his friend group at his arrival.

Jeongguk walked into the venue. Holding Celine's favorite flowers. He was so excited. He put on his biggest smile, ready to greet the woman he loved so much. Ready to apologize until she took him back into her heart fully. He bought a new suit, just for her, and fixed the tie to perfection.

She always took him back.

The man couldn't wait to see the look of happiness on her face when she saw him.

But in a second, his body and mind were destroyed.

Filled with the most dreadful, fucking devastated emotion.

Every fucking thing turned upside down. 

As Jimin leaned in to kiss Celine. She smiled, moving forward till their lips touched. Only a bouquet of pink roses fitting in the space between them.

The man slowly let go of the flowers. His hand unable to move as they fell to the ground.

All of his worst fears had been true. And in the worst way possible.

The dark haired man ran outside, lungs burning with adrenaline. Just in absolute shock. He fell against a brick wall, letting his back scrape against it. His chest was caving in and out, tears of rage running down his face in miserable streaks. The 19 year old was curled up in on himself, hyperventilating in the dark.

A loss of control so great, even he could not comprehend it.

How could they do this to me?

He had almost spent a year with her. A whole fucking year. Kissing her nose. Touching her delicate hair. Laughing about stupid things they had done together in the past. Went out to dinner. Cooked and cleaned together. Went shopping. Did everything together. 

It killed him, to know at some point, when she said I love you back, it had become a tedious lie.

A whole fucking year spent together. A whole fucking lie.

Poured every ounce of himself into her.

He loved her so much. Enough to finally introduce her to everyone he loved.

Introduced her to all his friends. Trusting that she wouldn't be a fucking slut.

All of it made sense now.

Jimin being so interested in her. The looks they would give each other at parties. The way Celine would smile at the silver haired man.

Jeongguk laughed darkly. All of the evidence was right fucking there in front of them. He wasn't sure when it started or how it happened, but it was true.

And both of them lied. Lied to him more than once. Acted like he was crazy for even asking. Just like he had done to Celine, many a time about his behavior.

Jimin smelled like his fucking girl friend's perfume and Jeongguk still convinced himself it wasn't true.

But the truth she was fucking his best friend.

Jimin, fucking Jimin.

It was like being told that you would die any moment.

That's what it felt like to lose your best friend.

The one he could always rely on before. He was the one who broke others trust. To apologize, and start over again.

Not him.

"You're my little brother Jeongguk, I am always here for you. I love you." Fucking bullshit. The man Jeongguk looked up to was complete and utter bullshit. The man wanted to rip his hair out, thinking of every moment shared with the male.

The late night talks, the moments where they cried over family, the stupid fights, laughing until their stomachs hurt, the smiles, the jokes, the games, the late night talks...

Every cherished memory he had with Jimin was shattered. Four fucking years of friendship. He guessed it must have meant nothing to the other man. To risk everything like that.

How could you claim to be a good person, then betray them?

The perfect angel boy that everyone loved. With his wide eyes, and stupid fucking innocent smile. He could do no fucking wrong. The man who wouldn't hurt a fly. The innocent, kind soul in the friend group that was always the voice of reason.

He betrayed Jeongguk so deeply.

Why did it have to be him?

Why did Jimin act without remorse? Acted like Jeongguk was the bad guy? When it was him who was the villain all along.

He had said sorry, for talking to Jimin's girlfriends before. Wasn't that enough? The guy who couldn't keep a woman, had now taken his most prized possession from him.

God, he even told the older male his insecurities. How he was afraid of losing Celine. How it would tear his world apart. And his fucking best friend, was the reason he should be worried.

There were so many times, where Jeongguk felt demonized next to him. Where the younger male would lash out, and Jimin would just take it, and hug him. Jeongguk was always grateful, that he had someone who loved him unconditionally. Now he realizes that he lived in a naive state of mind.

For Jimin's friendship was too good to be true. Acting all perfect, and then biting Jeongguk when he wasn't looking. The true definition of a snake.

Jeongguk realized Celine and Jimin were not the people he expected them to be.

They didn't look guilty as they locked lips. Or unsure of the action. They looked beyond happy.

Like.

he.

didnt.

even.

exist.

They were monsters.

For once in his life, he felt like a loser. Alone, and completely disregarded by everyone around him. Jeon fucking Jeongguk, had changed today. He has finally cracked. And he was ready, to let all the darkness he held onto into a vice seep out.

The broken man wiped away the tears, coughed away the shame in his voice.

There were things that needed to be done.

"Hello, this is Jeongguk speaking. I'm going to need you to look up information on Kim Celine. Find out everything, background information and family stats. Good or bad."

And he walked away.

Leaving them in their polluted happiness for only a moment longer.

Because Jeongguk wouldn't go down without a fight.

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(A/N): so...Jeongguk found out.

What do y'all think?

I told you guys it was going to be a wild chapter.