"Say you love me every waking moment,
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
Promise me that all you say is true,
That's all I ask of you."
All I Ask of You-Phantom of the Opera

"Celine." Jimin said quietly, voice a marshmallow whisper as he tried to wake the girl.

"Five more minutes." The sweet faced girl responded back, throwing the covers back over her disgruntled demeanor.

The man scrunched his nose, hating that she was cute even when she was annoying.

Jimin laughed, slowly moving the covers away from her. She gave him a dead panned stare as she became uncovered, hair now a mess and in an even worse mood.

"We have a plane to catch babe." He whined, pulling on her slightly.

The girl half sat up, rubbing her eyes. Dark hair a wild mess around her. Only wearing a silk nightgown, that made the man's heart pound.

"I know. I'm up." She groaned out, hitting the man with a pillow.

Jimin smirked, tapping her nose with his index finger. The girl scowled, her tan skin glowing faintly in the sunlight.

"You're still in bed."

Suddenly, the girl's eyes widened. Swallowing harshly, she looked at the man, an urgency in her voice.

"Do you feel...okay?" She asked, looking the man directly in the eyes.

As if searching for some unknown question that Jimin did not know the answer to.

"Yeah, I feel great." He said, brushing some wisps of hair behind her ear. He held the locks for a second, watching how when they were in the sunlight they glinted red.

The girl swallowed harshly, letting out a quick breath. Her hand pressing into the center of her chest, near her heart.

"Okay." Celine replied, sounding relieved for some reason.

The man furrowed his brows, hoping that she didn't have another nightmare. He was instantly worried, as he saw a pout begin to form on the younger girl's face.

"Are you alright? You look a little pale."

"No, I'm fine. It's just I realized what day it is."

The older male nodded, not knowing exactly what to say. He bit his lip, coming to terms it was the anniversary of Mia's death. While yesterday was full of joy, today would be full of sorrow. The girl had already sunken into her self. Shoulders bent, chest concave, and eyes somewhere far away from there.

It would be harder than any other day.

She turned away from him, looking out the large window of the Parisian room. It was a dwindling dawn, to early to be day exactly yet. The usually golden light appearing tangerine across there two bodies that lay in the messy white sheets.

She faced away from him, not wanting to look him in the eyes. He didn't take offense.

She was used to being alone, to dealing with all these feelings by herself.

But the 19 year old didn't have to anymore.

And Jimin would make sure of it.

"Hey, look at me. We'll get through this together. Do you want me to visit her with you after we get back?" He said, turning her head towards him with the simple touch of his finger.

She sighed, finally coming back to him again. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned against him, warm cheeks pressing into muscled chest. He hoped her rose and vanilla scent would stick to him for the rest of the day.

It reminded him of home.

"Yes please. I've never gone there. With anyone else before." She said, lips moving across his skin as she spoke. A fragile vulnerability the girl wasn't keen on sharing, was hidden within every word.

Skin against skin.

Lips against chest.

Hair entangled in needy fingers.

Sadness coating the air between their mingled breaths, and parted sighs.

Lucky to have each other, in the breach of familiar darkness.

"I think the extra support will help." Responded, not wanting to push too hard. He didn't like taking advantage of her in these situations.

Even though he wanted her to open up, we boundaries were just as important to the young man.

"Mia will be glad to see you. If you were anything like this when she was alive, she's missing you terribly."

Jimin couldn't respond. He would have started crying. So he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the unbearably agonizing girl's forehead.

Looking out into the french dawn, and wishing that he could diminish all of their problems with the light of day.

******

The long plane ride was welcome. It prolonged the inevitable.

But no matter how many hours it took, they arrived back. Away from the majestic country of France. Away from the loneliness of the two of them. Away from the fantasy of a perfect life, and never ending indulgent lifestyle.

They were back.

Where Celine was cheating on Jeongguk.

Where Jimin was betraying his friend.

Where they both got all of their friends involved in lies.

Where Celine had no family left, and her sister Mia was dead.

It still fucking ached.

The wound was fresh, like it was yesterday.

The 19 year old didn't remember much.

The sound of metal crunching, sounding like the scream of a banshee.

A harsh impact, her head hitting the steering wheel like it was made of nothing.

Her vision slowly fading out as she saw the whole right side of her car.

It was gone.

And her sister, laying half in and half out.

The image, indescribable. It brought bile to the back of her throat, thinking of the mangled-

Fuck.

Blood.

So much blood.

It's in our bodies constantly. We need it to live. But when it comes out, when it leaks out it's a horrific paint made with life's essence.

Hers or Mia's. Both.

So much blood.

And she was there.

In the cemetery. At the place she wanted to be and avoid being at, all at once. Feeling close to her sister, the body beneath the ground.

The guilt threatening to swallow her into the earth as well.

She hated seeing it. The familiar cold granite tomb stone. Carved with her name.

Jimin stopped walking, seeing it truly for the first time. Feeling Celine tighten up next to him.

It was like, he half expected the girl to show up again.

To walk out from behind somewhere, like a prank.

He knew what she would say.

"You better treat my sister well Jimin, or I might have to beat you up."

He smiled, only for a second.

Because the girl with the dark hair, fiery eyes, and mysterious scar never appeared.

She's really dead. She's really fucking gone. And no one told me. Mia and her memory gracefully floated away from loving people. It felt so surreal. Unattainable. Unreachable in understanding.

But the gravesite made it real to him. Made him understand that her flesh and bone and body were now not there.

It proved she was truly gone.

He felt sick, too sick to keep walking.

Celine walked forward alone, falling to her knees. Feeling the engraved words with her fingers. Letting the flesh sink in, as if the stone had become her sister's face. Her hands shook, jaw tight as she looked down.

KIM MIA

loving daughter and sister, who will be missed dearly.

The artist vocation is to send light in to the human heart -George Sand

The young girl only noticed then, what was different since the last time she had visited.

There, in her grave. Were the flowers that Celine had seen in the window sills, all over France.

The tears came then, in deep torrent. The girl ached, falling over and leaning on the stone as it were flesh and blood.

Jimin leaned down, a look of melancholy at the heartache of the person he admired. Knowing that he couldn't do much, he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I know it's not much, but you kept saying you wanted her there with you. I couldn't do that, so I brought France to her."

Celine shook her head, eyes pink with bloodshot sadness. How face runny and terrified and lonely all at once. From the desperate way she clung onto her sister's tombstone, Jimin could still see the 16 year old girl who woke up from a coma to find out her sister was dead.

"It's a million times more than enough." She sputtered out between sobs, words catching on swollen coughs.

Jimin looked at her gently, fingers tracing down the side of her face. He wanted to hold her, to protect her from harm, but he knew that this kind of pain took time to alleviate.

"Do you need some time alone with her?" He said, attempting to get up.

Celine pulled him down, her hand remaining on his with a death grip. She didn't just want him there. She needed him there to keep her sanity.

"No, stay please." She said, voice a broken whisper.

It was all he could do, hold her hand. She needed time to process. She needed time to mourn.

She needed time to talk to her older sister. And Jimin knew that. Even though all he wanted to do was to pull her away, and get rid of her already shedding tears.

But he just stayed there, quiet. Watching the girl he loved shake with emotion and sorrow.

The girl took a deep breath, starting off with a shaky smile.

"Hey Mia, I know it's been a while. I used to visit once a month, but life got crazy. You'd be laughing at me right now, from all the dumb decisions I've made. I've fucked up, badly. Ive been selfish and stupid and harmful. And then I made friends. And then I created family. But maybe, just maybe you'd be proud of me as well."

Jimin smiled sadly, knowing it was the truth.

"I've realized a lot since you've been gone. Family isn't always the people that you are related to. Following your dreams is more important than what others think of you. I've grown so much, and I wish you could see it. I've learned that the world isn't so kind, but you have to be in order to forgive. Survive."

Celine's glance flickered to him for a second, eyes that were swimming with tears almost looking happy.

"I've met someone special, Jimin. I'm mad you never told me about him. He's one of the only other people who loved you truly, other than me. He's kind, loyal, and treats me like how I deserve to be treated. I guess, if I found someone like him, I'd keep him a secret too. But I'm so glad, that someone in this world saw you as the beautiful person you were. I made it into an art show Mia. The dream, you had. To get into the gala, I never forgot it. It's my fault that you weren't able to reach it. So I'm going to continue it."

The girl paused, and the boy reflected.

Jimin remembered, when Mia visited him the last time.

It was a week before she died. He knew that now.

"You'd like my little sister, she's a ray of sunshine. Just like you. She's beautiful too, her heart. I don't think there is a single sad bone in her body." Mia said, pushing back a piece of her hair.

They shared a bag of white cheddar popcorn between them. It was both of their favorite snack food.

Jimin smiled, glancing down at her. She talked about her sister like how one talks about a summer day. It made the male wish he had an older sibling who loved him that much. Being an only child seemed like a punishment to him.

"I'd love to meet her one day. If she's as cool as you."

"That's impossible." She said, rolling her eyes. It was extra aggressive when she did it.

Although she was the sweetest person he'd ever met, she packed a lot of attitude.

"Maybe, maybe not. Since I'm way cooler than you are."

He expected a smile to sprout across her face, but it remained solemn.

A serious atmosphere arose, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Jimin?" She asked, looking down at her fingers as she twisted them together. It was a nervous habit.

"Yes?" He asked quietly, now on edge as well.

"Have you ever thought about dying before? What it would feel like? What those seconds before closing your eyes forever are like? Do you panic? Do you accept your fate? Or does every fiber of your being fight to stay alive until your last breath?"

"I don't know Mia." Jimin responded, not liking the way she seemed so concerned by it.

Her skin had paled in color.

But a painful smile lifted her face for a second.

"If I die, I'm glad that I've met you. You're my only true friend Jimin."

Jimin rolled his eyes, thinking that she couldn't be serious.

"You're lucky I love you buddy, or else I'd throw up from the sappiness.

And then she gave him an eye roll, one that he know knew ran in the family. Again, and with even more aggression than before.

"For real though, if anything happens to me, make sure my sister is okay. She's fragile, if that is the best way to put it. I don't think she'd fair well without me. My parents and brother are sometimes in another world."

"Stop talking about dying Mia. I don't think I'd be able to live normally without you."

He went to ruffle her hair, to make a joke to alleviate the tension.

She gripped his arm, not letting him avoid the subject.

It scared him, how serious she was being.

"Promise me." She said, amber eyes piercing through him.

He'd never forget it. The fierce way she said it. Full of love and fear.

Jimin knew that he'd never deny her a request. And he always kept his promises.

"I promise."

The 21 year old didn't notice the tears streaming down his face, until it landed on his lips. He reached up feeling the moisture, hating that it was there.

So much had changed since then.

Mia was gone. A person who he could trust completely.

They had talked about death, the last time they'd seen each other. He felt so guilty, for dismissing her.

Jimin looked at Celine, the beautiful girl who held beautiful words.

The little sister who Mia knew, was happy all the time. Didn't have a care in the world. Constantly smiled and was a bright light for anyone.

But trauma had changed that. Fucked up people and screwed up societal norms made her grow up so quickly.

She was better. Full of a depth and sympathy and grasp on life unlike any other person he had met.

He had helped her. He had loved her.

And the man, unknowingly kept the promise he was sworn too.

In that moment, Jimin knew it was fate to be with her. In all the way the stars could have aligned, they arranged for Jimin and Celine to meet.

And you would be stupid to deny the universe.

"I'm not the little sister, who would bug you. Or make fun of you. Or beg you to come in the car with her after barely receiving her permit. I'm the sister who admires you, who lets your soul breathe through everything she does. I love you so much. And I miss you more than anything."

Celine kissed her finger tips, and then lightly touched Mia's name. She stared up into the blue sky, sending a small smile to the heavens.

Jimin embraced her, trying to remind his angel that her place was not in the clouds yet.

"C'mon Celine. Let's go home."

*******

The man before Jeongguk, was the last person he'd expect to be sitting right in front of him. Face defiant, looking bored as he sat back in Jeongguk's office chair. At first, the CEO thought he was in trouble.

That Yoongi had told someone.

But received a much different response, as the other man sat down.

"Let me help you."

It was silent.

Jeongguk clenched his jaw, breathing in deeply. He lifted a pen off his desk, still keeping a street eye on the other man before him.

And started to click the top. He needed something to fill the void.

He was usually a calm person, but something in him changed. He was more on edge than ever before.

"With what? Tying my shoes? Braiding my hair?" Jeongguk asked, unable to hide the mocking edge in his voice.

He didn't have time for bullshit.

For what could this person possibly offer him?

The man before him rolled his eyes, sitting back more comfortably in the rolly chair. The dark haired man didn't like it, that his companion acted like he was already ahead of whatever situation this was.

"With fucking over Jimin and Celine."

The 19 year old stopped clicking. Stopped breathing. A burst out into loud and obnoxious laughter.

The other man looked on, unamused at CEO's theatrics.

"What the fuck? Am I getting pranked? You have got to be kidding me."

"I'm not. I'll do whatever you say."

"How do you even-"

The man held up a hand, cutting the anxious Jeongguk off.

If too many people found out his plan was already fucked. He couldn't threaten everyone in the world with violence. It only worked with Yoongi, since he had previously been abused.

"Yoongi and you aren't necessarily quiet people. It was easy to overhear what you two were talking about. And I want in."

"Why should I trust you?" Jeongguk asked, completely apprehensive.

Staring other man up and down, as if it were the first time he'd seen him. It didn't make sense as to why he'd help. The dark haired male immediately thought this person had to be lying, to trick him.

"Other than the fact I haven't told anyone else? Because you're going to pay me to stay quiet, and for my services. And you know money solves everything. I'll keep my mouth shut and everything will work out as planned. But you can't do this successfully alone." The man responded, voice harsher than Jeongguk had ever heard it before.

It was like a completely different person was sitting there.

The motivation for wanting to screw people over wasn't clear.

"What's in it for you?"

"Money, and it's something to do. I'm kind of bored with how my life's going right now, all domestic and shit. Plus I haven't gotten promoted at work and it's really pissing me off."

A question that pressed Jeongguk's heart. Made him bite his lip, and feel an ounce of pity and guilt.

"What about Jin?"

The purple haired man shook his head, dimple making an appearance. And yet the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Just someone to fuck around with. Nothing heart breaking really." Namjoon said, leaning back without a care in the world.

He didn't give a shit, about the man who loved him unconditionally.

Jeongguk could see it in his eyes. It was an emotion he recognized. That carelessness, and arrogance for anything that stood in the way of personal happiness.

It angered the black haired man. He had half a mind to start swinging and send the goddamn asshole to another country. Jin, who was a good person, did not deserve to be played with like that. Jeongguk knew what it was like to love alone.

And it hurt. A constant pain.

And despite all this, he sat still.

He swallowed his anger.

And listened.

"Then why are you with him?" The younger male spat out through gritted his teeth.

From the way he gripped the edge of his desk, it was obvious he wasn't too successful in hiding his feelings.

The tan man shrugged, like it was nothing.

Nothing.

"I'm a bartender. I need a place to live. And the guy's hot, I'm not going to deny that."

Jeongguk shook his head a wry and unamused smile painted on his face.

"I'm not sure if I should help you hurt my friend. I need some help myself, but I'm not sure if it's worth it."

"Betrayal is sweet. But vengeance is much sweeter Jeongguk. Remember that." Namjoon responded, tapping the side of his head.

Reminding the younger male of that night. To the moment his heart was ripped out of his chest. Lips meeting lips that weren't meant to be. Shouldn't have been. And how they smiled the entire time.

And anyone else's problems seemed to be non-existent in its wake.

"So what will you do?" The CEO said, relaxing reluctantly in his seat.

"Well the only people to know about the whole car accident thing are me, Yoongi, you, Jin, and Jimin. Yoongi is too scared to say anything, you obviously wouldn't ruin your own plan, I'm fucking helping you, and all that leaves is Jin. Who's going to be there to distract him and make sure he doesn't tell Celine that you're a liar and a murderer?"

The younger male paused, taking in the purple haired man's words. The truth behind it. The man was at risk of this not working, because of simple stupidity.

If this was going to work, he was going to need some extra hands. It's not much, but it's just enough to fuck everything up. In the best way possible.

I'm sorry Jin.

"Okay, fine."

Namjoon reached out to shake the younger man's hand. The younger reciprocated, staring the man in his cold eyes. Thinking back to the times Namjoon had rolled his eyes at him, almost beat him for Yoongi. Acting like a great and almighty person in front of Jin.

Acting like he loved the man.

He was a great liar.

"I thought you'd say so." He said, with a valiant smirk.

A chill ran down the younger man's spine.

Was it all going to be worth it in the end?

The man looked to the right, to the pink roses he had placed in a vase. Now almost completely brown and coerced by decay. Petals falling one by one onto his desk.

Jeongguk made a deal, with the one thing he hated.

A pretender.

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(A/N): Y'all thought he heard her 😏 but he didn't 😘😏 IM THE TROLL OF THE CENTURY HAHAJA.

And DID YALL EXPECT THAT AT THE END? BEVAUSE EVEN I WASNT READY FOR IT THO IT WAS PLANNED FROM THE BEGINNING MWAHAHAHAH

Don't worry, next chapter will make up for every heart ache I've put you through...

Or will it make it worse?? 😈🙃

Namjoon's purpose—-> people pretend to love in order to gain (money, status, fulfill their sadistic needs) he has someone fooled into thinking that he cares about them. And he's good at it. It happens all the time.

And sometimes it's hard to spot. A seemingly good purpose, with a completely evil motivation. Pretending to love someone, just to watch them crumble after you leave them.