"I am ever-changing too
But I'd take a shot for you
Any damn day and you know it
Ride with you down any dead end
full speed just to show it
But you are not the same
don't come pretend you are
Circumstances changed the very core of us"
Flex your Way Out-Sofia del Torre

(A/N: I'm begging you to please listen to this song as you read! Or look it up on YouTube. It explains everything so well and really fits in with this chapter!)

"Yoongi, Hoseok, I'm scared." The girl said, wrapped up in her long coat and pouting.

The two boys stared at her. Not truly knowing what to say. This situation was beyond their reach in so many ways. Infinitesimal in their possibilities.

"This one has to happen by yourself, Celine, you know that. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's Jimin. He's just a little hurt that's all." Hoseok said, giving her a sad smile.

"Thank you, for sparing me the truth. I love you guys so much."

The orange haired man's expression faded. Because he knew of a very different truth, than what he had told her.

"She said she hated me."

"Jimin, she was just upset. She could never hate you."

"But what if I hate myself?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing the smaller girl towards the door. Her doll like eyes opened wide, arms clutching to him like a cat placed in water.

"Whatever Celine, go get your man before I-" He started, quickly cutting off his sentence.

"Yoongi." Hoseok said, sounding stern.

The blonde haired man finally pulled Celine off of him, giving her a soft smile. She looked up at him, clearly not ready to face the man she had written off.

"Sorry."

Celine shook her head, walking into Jimin's apartment building. Probably looking like a creep as she talked to herself quietly, tiny fists clenched and heart full of trepidation.

"Alright. Okay. I can do this."

But the girl wasn't too sure.

What sort of apology could fulfill the hole created by Celine when she called him a murderer? when she looked him in his deep eyes, full of tears and told him she hated him? He looked so fucking broken, as she left him. Shattered glass too splintered to piece back together. And in that moment, she told herself she didn't care. Because he had hurt Mia. Because of the paranoia that filled her as soon as she saw his printed name. He had been telling the truth. And she tore him apart despite it.

The person she loved most, and dearly in the world.

There wasn't an apology in the word that could cure her guilt.

The girl walked into the building, fixing the orange scarf she wore. She remembered the wonderment she felt, the first time she made her way into the white and golden building. The gorgeous paneling, the intricate artwork. The flawless marble floors and ceilings, everything shining to perfection. She had thought to herself, that she had never seen anything more beautiful. Nothing as heartwarming and perfect.

And then I saw Jimin.

Her throat tightened at the significance this place held. This is where her life changed. Prince Charming had just been looking for a night of fun, the clock was supposed to strike and turn the dream into a pumpkin. But instead her life had become a fairy-tale.

The person that it held, being her favorite in the world.

This place used to be her snow globe in a winter wonderland. A field of blooming daisies in the spring. A cool place to swim in the summer's unforgiving heat. Now it was a barren tree. No leaves left to bear witness to her pain.

She found herself shaking, as she pressed the elevator button. The closer she got, the more she wanted to run.

I hurt him.

I hurt Jimin.

The man who never sent a hurtful word in my direction. Who had supported me through everything. Made me believe in myself, when I had no faith left. Who made living just a little more worth it, just a little brighter. He was everything I ever wanted, and ever needed. The one who never failed to paint a smile on my face, dipping a brush into the colors of life and showing me a new side to everything.

"Love yourself."

He taught me that. One of most important lessons you could learn in life.

And I hurt him.

He had hurt me too.

She had no choice but to face it when the elevator doors opened.

It was funny, how before Jimin had described their actions as his descent from heaven.

But this was her ascension.

"Jin?" The girl asked, surprised to see her friend there.

The man smiled widely, like nothing had changed. He just simply replied.

"It was my shift today."

Though he was thinking to himself, of the first time she came on that elevator. How he was already attached to her, but figured he'd never see the girl ever again. Yet Jin had the pleasure of becoming one of her best friends. The man knew she would be back as well.

Once you get to know Celine, you could never let her go.

She ran in, crashing into the strange elevator man. He laughed loudly, helping her stand back on her own two feet as the doors closed.

"I know, everything." The brunette girl said, looking up at the taller man apologetically. She held onto him, missing the person who had become her older brother.

It was crazy, how she ever doubted him. It was scary what grief could do.

The broad shouldered man looked at her with all the affection he could. The girl was trembling like a leaf, with dark circles under her eyes. Her large eyes were liquid gold, filled with enough worries to knock any person into an endless sleep. A scared little girl, was the only description fit for her at the moment. He could tell she had been through many sleepless nights with everything that happened. He hated that he wasn't able to contact her. Help her. Protect her.

"It will be okay. I promise." The man spoke, his smooth voice filling the air between them as he brushed back some of her hair. Tapped the tip of her chin.

"But what if it's not?" She said, voice tight.

Again, the girl couldn't stop herself from crying. She had been so close to throwing everything away, because of Jeongguk. If she hadn't seen Hoseok at the coffee shop, she'd surely never see Jin's welcoming face ever again.

Her family would have been once again ripped out of her clutches by him.

Seokjin shook his head, as the elevator beeped, signalling they had made it to the destination.

The girl's heart leaped in her chest as she clenched her eyes shut, wishing the warm tears to go away. Jin's presence could be felt, his warmth and energy filling her as he spoke softly.

"You'll still have me. You'll still have your family. And you'll still be the amazing person I know and love, Kim Celine."

The girl opened her eyes, looking upon his face.

Celine didn't have to say thank you. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. The man smiled once more, waving before the doors closed as she exited.

The 19 year old took a deep breath, now standing alone at the end of a desolate hallway.

Images like ghosts appeared, vapor but clear as flesh in her mind's eye.

Jimin opening the door, the first night.

Them, kissing and grabbing as they desperately rushed to his room.

Falling over each other, as they laughed and laughed until their sides ached.

The girl reached his door, more familiar than any other she had ever seen.

Please forgive me, my love.

She knocked on the door. No answer.

She heard the click of the lock, letting her know it was now open.

Open up to me, let me in once more. I promise to not let you go this time.

I'll never let you go.

But the door remained closed.

Celine wouldn't stay behind. The brunette took the chance, her heart and lungs and arms and legs all feeling less than. Numb inside and bursting all at once to see the man she confessed her hatred to.

But never stopped loving. Not even once.

The knob felt cold against her sweaty skin, whole chest achy and skin pallid as she walked in where she most likely wasn't wanted.

Her breath caught.

There he was, a dark shadow against the white of the room. Dressed in completely black, a devastating site for her grieving heart. Silver hair as decadent as always, body looking leaner than usual, and placed in a harsh line. He was looking out his balcony window, at what, she would never know. She could tell, even with his head turned to the side that his jaw was tensed as well. Just as mesmerizing as she first saw him.

A flightless bird, finally free to be with him. Her hand reached out as she walked closer, ready to touch him. To wrap her arms around his strong torso, and sink into his fresh smelling skin. To tell him that things would finally be okay. That they could be together without any worries.

But then he faced her.

Jimin wasn't okay.

Was it even Jimin.

His expression was unlike anything she'd ever seen before from him.

So full of hurt, so full of disappointment. Face screwed up in an unreadable expression, his eyes were hard and lips that were so soft, quivering. Kind eyes as cold as the arctic, looking at her as if she were stranger. Never had it been directed at her before. In that moment she wanted to disappear. To leave his life like she had never been there, for he would have surely turned out more happy.

I was the one who did this to him. I made Jimin like something he never was before.

I'm so sorry, that I never deserved you. And I tried to take you anyways. Like a dragon protecting stolen treasure, you were never mine to keep.

Floating on air. Choking silence. Holding back from running to him, like she so desperately wanted. But she froze, froze in the lake of his impenetrable silence.

But the girl couldn't stand it. She took in a shaky breath, hoping to alleviate the sadness on his face. To once again bring the ocean and stars alive again, in his accusing eyes.

"Jimin. I'm sorry. So, so sorry that everything happened the way it did. Hoseok told me everything and I-I can't begin to say how much of a fuck up I was. You didn't do anything, and I didn't believe you. I just felt so guilty, that I had possibly fell in love with someone who hurt my family that I didn't think of anyone else involved. I lost my mind. You, who has been my number one supporter, my number one friend, I chose to disregard instead of the man who abused me mentally. The things I said to you were so fucked up. I know why you didn't say anything, but in that moment it felt like an even bigger betrayal. Like you were protecting him, over saving me. I wasn't thinking because Jimin, I don't hate you. Even if you stabbed me in the heart right now, I never could."

Her heart fluttered, as she spoke his name. Like reading poetry out of a favorite book, he had become a classic. A timeless word that would forever effect her heart. Make her close her eyes and sigh as she thought of him. Celine wanted him to know, needed him to know what he was to her. His importance. The girl took a deep breath, seeing that Jimin was now looking down. Not at her. But she bit her lip, continuing despite her nerves.

"Part of me, was scared. And wanted to leave you before you could ever leave me. I was so afraid of being hurt by you, of being betrayed that at the first sign of it I ran so that I could be ready. But I knew, I knew deep down that you could have never hurt Mia. You love her like I do. And you're the kindest person I have had the pleasure of knowing. You would have never lied, and if you suspected anything or any blame you would have told me. You mean the world to me, and even though I don't deserve it, I would like another chance. I love you, Jimin. Though I'm very bad at it, I really really love you. Always have, and always will. And now that I know Jeongguk did it, I'm not letting it go. I'm making sure your name will be cleared. I'm righting every wrong I made."

It was quiet again.

So quiet you could hear the rustling of the wind outside the window.

A ticking of the clock on the wall, and inviting noise.

"Thank you." Jimin said, shocking her as he broke his quiet, his voice seemingly calm. Still staring at his feet.

The small girl felt her heart swell with hope. Maybe he would understand. The girl melted like butter hearing his voice. Missing just the sound of his clear intonation that always brought her home.

"It was the least I could do. I fucked up badly. After I falsely accused you."

"No, I'm glad it happened."

"What? Really?" The girl asked, edging around the ice. Walking on broken glass wihtout shoes as her fragile and disbelieving voice shook.

The man finally looked up at her, dark eyes blazing. His body turned towards her, as his face remained stony.

"Yeah. I want to thank you Celine, for finally showing me what I truly deserve. And who doesn't deserve me." The pretty man said, his ugly words confusing the poor girl who had been through so much.

She knew what he was implying. But still held a small smile on her face, shaking her head at what couldn't be true.

No.

No.

Please.

"Jimin?"

He let out a humorless laugh, looking back up at her with narrowed eyes. Unlike Jeongguk, he never raised a hand. He never had to.

His words and voice were like a knife twisted in her stomach.

"Honestly, I would have never known you were absolutely wrong for me if that didn't happen. Love doesn't come without trust. I should have taken the warnings that you only stuck around just so that you could dispose of me later."

No, words that weren't supposed to leave his candy lips.

Eyes burning with hatred, when before they looked at her like she was the 8th wonder in the world. When they used to smile, along with his sweet lips.

The look, she had taken for granted.

It was gone now.

Stop.

Stop.

"Please, stop." She said, weakly breaking into tears. It had become so normal for her now to cry.

This would be the flood. This would be the thing that hurt her the most.

Because nothing compared the sinking darkness she felt in her chest.

As he looked at her like she was nothing, when he was everything.

But Jimin continued, now pacing in front of her. Larger and veiny hands running through his already messy hair. Speaking harshly, as if her were convincing himself of what he was saying as well. His delicate face contorting with anger as he looked upon her face. The face that was once so beautiful to him.

Was now just a tragic memory of what could have been.

"It also opened up my eyes to the fact you used me. You got everything you wanted. A boyfriend who's successful and loves you, new friends, a hot side piece, and a way into the art industry. And what did I get? Someone who never fully loved me in return."

(A/N: But just because Jimin is saying this doesn't make it right?? He's hurt so he's allowed to feel this way, but Celine was not using him for money/just to get away from JK. She loves him and YOU READERS KNOW THAT? You're not Jimin you've been in her mind so what are you on about? I'm begging y'all 😭😭😭😭. Carry on)

"Jimin I've always fucking loved you. I still do! More than anything." She said, placing her hand on his shoulder. Tingling from his warm skin.

This will be the last time ever, the caresses will just have to live through my memory.

Just as quickly, he removed her hand. Not an ounce of reaction in him. Chocolate eyes just as dark and deceiving.

"No, no. I understand why you were so quick to drop me, to get rid of your little annoying secret. I would have too, if I were in your position. But then I waited days, weeks. A month, and you were gone. And I realized I still needed you and you could live without me." The first sign of sadness seeped through, his voice cracking as tears threatened to break through the prison of his sheltered eyes.

Celine felt hopeless, reaching for something out of grasp. He was already a universe away. Words speaking a truth only he could believe. Sounding so convincing, Celine started to doubt herself as well. She knew she wasn't good enough. She knew it. But it didn't change the way she felt about him. Jimin didn't have to forgive her.

And maybe he shouldn't.

But it wouldn't stop her from trying.

"You don't mean any of this. You don't know what you're saying. I-I'll come back tomorrow okay? We can go to your favorite coffee shop, I'll buy it for you. But please-."

"Don't you get it? I don't want anything from you! You fucking hurt me Celine! So many times. And now that you know that you fucked up, you've come crawling back to me. My fucking heart can't take it anymore. But that's not what you want is it? Here! This is what you were really looking for."

Jimin started pulling cash out of his pockets. Throwing it in her face. The silver man, with god like beauty and a gorgeous soul, had never seemed so angry. Her savior in disguise. Her little piece of the stars and the moon. So done with everything. So betrayed. So used. So misguided. So wanton.

Because he wanted her still, despite everything. But he was hurting her now.

She'd never felt so ashamed. So tortured by the person she was in love with.

It hurt him just as much. To say it. Because after pulling out money, and watching the paper float to the ground, he had started to cry as well. The angry look fading into a softer, and more heart broken tone. Looking at her as if he regretted everything. Wanted to envelope her in a hug, and say sorry.

But he didn't. Because he was determined, determined to make his heart stop aching for her.

For the girl who could disappear without a trace.

Who was grieving her sister. Who he so selfishly wasn't helping her mourn. He hated her. He hated himself.

This what they became, when they were teared apart.

"Just get out." He said, tears falling down his cheeks. With all the self control in the world, it still wasn't enough to stop him from wanting to kiss away her cries. Cradle her in his arms until she never felt another ounce of pain.

She grimaced. Golden eyes more sad than ever.

What have I done to him?

But there was anger seeded deep within her too.

There was so much she could say. To hurt him back, to retort and rip him apart.

How even if he hadn't killed Mia, he still absolved Jeongguk of all blame for years. He had still kept his name a secret as Celine begged for him to tell her the truth. Even though he didn't know it was Mia, him and his rich friends used their money to cover up and murder for years.

Celine had been born into that privilege. Of throwing money on problems and protecting family and allowing children to be 'children' without any consequences. A luxury most of the world couldn't afford.

Only when she had been ripped out of it, had she realized how truly wrong it was.

"I'm sorry."

Was the only thing that left her mouth. Because she didn't want to say that all to Jimin. To take her anger out on him.

She loved him, and wanted to have a meaningful conversation about why she was so hurt.

Celine knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of hatred. No matter how angry she got, she loved him more. More and more in order to be better.

"You know Jimin, I've had money thrown at me twice by sugar daddies now. Ironic, isn't it? And this time, this time somehow hurt more than the last." Celine managed to choke out, bitter amusement rising within her.

"Get out!" He said, finally cracking. Screaming so loud the small girl flinched before him.

It's over now.

Celine nodded, her eyes screwing up harshly as the tears continued to spill out. Her small face, red as a rose as she turned to slowly walk out the door. The scent of her, the memory, the feel all still there.

Now matter how much Jimin wanted it to disappear.

He started to walk, to reach for the door. He knew she'd be there still.

But he couldn't.

For part of him felt as if he was still guilty. That he hadn't stopped Jeongguk from driving. That he got Celine involved with him. This pain, was caused by him.

It was all his fault.

So he'd have to let her go, so she could run far away from all of them.

"Fuck!" Jimin yelled, punching the wall next to his front door. He cradled his now bloody hand, head scraping roughly on the wall as he fell against it. Hating the person he had become. Refusing the urge to run after the beaten down girl. But he knew it wasn't healthy for him.

He knew it was wrong to love her.

But letting go, hurts just as much as keeping her close.

*********

After everything they had been through together.

Celine vowed to herself, that she wouldn't let go so easily anymore.

Because as soon as she walked out of that pretty, pretty building.

She wiped away the tears.

And feigned a smile.

Celine, really surprised herself, when it happened. That burst of energy and confidence that hit her as she walked away. As she finally hit her lowest point.

But she wasn't worried.

The girl, had already thought of a thousand ways to get him back.

In that moment, the person she loved most accused her of terrible things. And she had denied them all in her head. Spoken the words out loud.

She had slowly began to love herself.

And now, could finally love Park Jimin in return the right way.

She had been bought for a night, and now needs to earn his golden heart everyday.

"How did it go?" Asked Hoseok, as he leaned on his car. Yoongi was nowhere in sight.

"Terribly." She said, smiling through her snotty nose and messed up mascara.

The man gave her a worried look as his face paled. He was afraid of this. Of her finally not being to take anymore. But after a few seconds, noticed how the expression reached her eyes.

And became even more confused.

"Why are you smiling?"

The girl shrugged, giving the man a knowing look. It struck his core.

The Celine who walked in, wasn't the same girl who walked out.

"Because love isn't just love. It's more than that."

But Celine, now knew in her heart, exactly what it had meant. And she was excited for the things to come.

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(a/n) sorry y'all 

But I had to do it. Jimin.

Jimin has been pushed around so much. I really hope you can feel his anger and frustration and confusion in this chapter. People who are always smiling, always trying to put others before them are bound to break. He not only hurt Celine, he hurt himself. His character is one of the hardest to write actually. Because so many things are expected of him. The way he reacts, the ways he responds to Celine. But people change. People can finally get fed up with how they were treated. But no matter what, he always believes what he is doing is right for that specific moment. And maybe, just maybe, he'll realize the right decision isn't always the best decision.

Thoughts? Feelings?

WOw, there's still so much thats going to happen. I could seriously cry right now. The support I've received from this book is just too much. Thank you to everyone, who's made this book possible. Honestly, I couldn't do it without the amazing comments I get on here.

Like I finished my other book Butterfly last year basically, and I have now surpassed the reads, votes, and comments on that story. All within a couple months. And that's all because of the amazing people who read this book.

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