"Your sentiment is everything that I adore
But your silence is the loudest thing that I can hear
That look you give just lets me know but isn't clear
All the walls could be caving in
Our whole building up in fire
Yeah, we could be 20 feet under water
Tell me that we're fine"
Fine-Satica

"So how did it go?" Asked Yoongi, who sat on the sidewalk next to his car. He crumpled up the rest of the dead leaf that he was playing with, rubbing the dry scraps off of his hands.

The man felt anxious, as his friend walked into the tall skyscraper. He felt suffocated in his automobile, as he waited for the girl to come out. He remembered the threat he received for knowing the truth, and he was worried to same would happen to Celine.

But when the girl walked out, in once piece, he instantly brightened.

"Wonderfully. He's going to publish the story by tomorrow, and our plan will commence. I feel like I'm finally fixing some of the wrongs I've made." She said, a huge smile crossing her face as she practically skipped over to the man.

His mouth lifted sadly at the corner, as the brunette sat next to him. She gripped tightly onto his arm.

"That's great Celine. I'm glad this is finally happening."

"So am I, Yoongs."

His breath caught at the nickname. At the reverence for their friendship in her voice.

If you say anything, I'll kill you. If you think about it, I'll kill you.

It hadn't happened yet. Yoongi was alive and well.

But after the incident at Hoseok's pool, the man fell into himself again. It was like years of regaining confidence and self worth all fell away as water began to fill his lungs, and all his eyes could see were endless blue.

The man hated that he let someone overpower him, intimidate him. That was all his childhood consisted of and he tried to fight against it. All he could manage to tell Celine, was some vague one liner. One that held no weight to her. He was a coward.

The poor man was even more scared to tell Jimin. Whom he loved so dearly, and always wanted to protect. He failed his younger friend on so many levels.

Yoongi had to tell her. He couldn't keep quiet anymore. It was killing him inside. Because part of him knew that this was all his fault. He couldn't let her keep smiling, keep relying on him when he was hiding something from her.

Because he didn't have to courage to tell the truth in the first place.

"Can I tell you something?"

It was too late to take the words back now.

Celine smiled, nudging the boy's shoulder. A mischievous glint in her eyes as she threw her long hair over her shoulder.

"What? Do you have a crush on me Min Yoongi?" The girl said, teasing the boy who already looked extremely uncomfortable.

The man shrugged, lips pursed with nonchalance. He looked up at the sky, taking an audible breath in. Then turned to the golden brunette, eyes slightly squinted.

"I used to, not anymore."

The girl leaned back in shock, not actually expecting the man to say that. Yoongi didn't seem like the type to have a crush on someone like her. He was probably into more mature, and soft girls. The girl was not weirded out at all, because even the way he said it was platonic. Obviously those feelings weren't there anymore.

She was more so jokingly offended that he had a reason to stop.

"What the crap, are you for real? Better yet, why not anymore?"

He shook his head, croaking our laughter at her pouted lips. She honestly could be such a kid sometimes.

"I heard you talk." The blonde replied, gums on full display. Black eyes full of amusement.

It was the truth in a sense. Yoongi was instantly attracted to the girl. She was the kind of pretty that you want to write about.

He also saw the way Jimin stared at her. Like a man given his last glass of water on earth, and not drinking it. The temptation and adoration and need were clear. He watched as Celine would sit idly by, large eyes seemingly innocent. But her glances would flicker from her boyfriend to Jimin for way too long.

And Jeongguk. Would sit there oblivious, as he watched the pair like a hawk.

Yoongi wanted to hate her. For fucking shit up.

It was hard to. When he so stupidly began to understand exactly why Jimin just couldn't let her go.

But when they started to talk and get closer, he realized that she was a soul mate. Not the romantic kind. But one where they were meant to be forever friends. They were so similar in so many ways, it was like looking in the mirror.

"Shut up you fool. I'm just going to ignore all of that. For real what's going on?" She said, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.

An aggravated chill swept through the boy. The impending sadness that always surrounded him fogging up, like warm breath on a cold window. His exterior hardened, because it had to I order to survive. For someone who went through so much, his heart remained soft.

It was his eyes, his ardor filled eyes that always spoke the truth.

"Remember when I said don't believe everything you're told?"

"Yeah."

He tilted his head, and watched as realization sunk in for the girl. First it was her expression, a mixture of confusion and pulling on a lost memory. And then she looked at him, golden eyes questioning.

And that's when Yoongi had to look away.

Because he didn't want to see the disappointment on his friend's face.

"This whole situation was what I was referring about. I overheard Jeongguk talking about the plan over the phone. Everything that he was going to do. From your sister, to blaming Jimin. I was so angry I lashed out at him, swearing I was going to tell you.  But then he threatened me. I didn't believe he'd actually hurt me."

Yoongi looked at his feet, while Celine watched with sympathy. While she was surprised that he knew beforehand, she wasn't mad. It was impossible when the boy was traumatized in order to not say a word.

"But he did, didn't he Yoongi?"

The blonde haired man looked up, regret written all over his face. His soft blonde hair tickling his temples, falling over his apologetic eyes. He was hoping Celine wouldn't hate him, that their friendship wouldn't end over his lack of prevention.

"He threw me into the pool, knowing it was my darkest fear. Hoping that it would shut me up. And it fucking did." Yoongi said angrily, teeth gritting as he thought of the man. He collapsed, head falling into his lap.

The small brunette placed her arm around him, laying the top of her head on his back. She felt so sorry for the boy, who must have tortured himself over this one small thing. When he didn't deserve it.

"Oh, Yoongi." She said, voice tender as she comforted him.

"Celine, it's all my fault."

The girl shook her head at him, denying his broken and cracked voice.

"Yoongi, how could you even say that? You didn't create this mess."

"But I knew what Jeongguk was going to tell you. Before it happened."

The air around them whipped by, changing direction. The girl wrapped the coat tighter around herself, never breaking away her gaze from her distraught friend. She needed him to know that his guilt should be erased. That he should let go of the feeling, easily as the seeds fall off of a dandelion.

"I should've known Yoongi. It was my fault for taking what he said at face value. None of this can be blamed on you."

He shook his head, eyes now red and watery. Heartbreaking to watch, for he truly felt responsible. Weak. That he chose his safety over his friends. He thought of himself as unforgivable.

"But I blame myself. That I wasn't strong enough to stand up for my friends. That I was too selfish to say anything."

"I'm glad you didn't tell me." Celine said suddenly, winking at the taller man.

"What?" He asked, catlike eyes now wide with confusion.

The girl sighed, delicate face looking up at the clear blue sky. There were no clouds today. Just an endless field of blue. If someone had been flipped upside down, the sky could have been mistaken for the ocean.

"Well first of all, you would have gotten hurt. And then I'd be the only satirical bitch left in the friend group. And I sort of love you but we can ignore that. Secondly, Jimin hates me right now." The girl stated simply, her one dimple showing as her mouth lifted at the corner.

"Um, why are you smiling? Jesus are you going nuts or something? Usually when the love of your life hates you, this isn't the normal reaction."

Celine laughed at Yoongi's reaction, knowing that he wasn't used to this side of her. She wasn't either yet. The side that looked positively on life instead of wallowing in her own self pity.

"It made me realize that I really need to change. That even though I've had my rough times, I can't screw up other people along the way. I took Jimin for granted. I really did. No matter how much I loved him and still do, I treated him like shit. I chose to be oblivious. To ignore the obvious signs that he loved me already, and that I was hurting him. All because I didn't want to deal with the consequences. And now I will have to make up for it, or at least try. He just needs to know just how sorry I am."

Yoongi leaned back on his arms, leaning his head back. He nodded, showing his slight appreciation of her speech. It took a lot to admit your own faults.

"Wow, my little Celine has really grown up. Who knew 19 would make you so wise."

The girl laughed, openheartedly. Head thrown back.

"I'm just that special."

"Are you sure you're not mad at me though? For what I did?" Yoongi asked, after a quiet moment. He still wasn't sure if he could fully forgive himself yet.

The girl shook her head, affectionate as she could be.

"Of course not."

The blonde man nodded his head as they sat together. Silence comfortable, as they thought about how far they've all come. And how they wouldn't have made it without each other. Celine wouldn't have been able to do this, without all of her friends around her.

Yoongi spoke again, gravelly voice breaking the quiet like shattered glass.

"You know? There's a saying that, 'Separation isn't time or distance it's the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords.'"

Celine nodded her head, arched eyebrow risen.

"Was it supposed to help me at all? Or was it just for melodramatic emphasis?

Yoongi flipped her off, continuing what he was about to say. He was serious, and thoughtful. Hoping that the girl would actually listen to him this time.

"The only thing standing between you and Jimin, is a thin layer of silk. Cut through it."

The girl looked at him, watching the way he said it. Looking at how he shrugged his shoulders, like it was nothing. How he avoided her gaze, eyes tracing the cold pavement.

Celine wrapped her arms around the man again, hugging him. He smelt like like cigarettes and sandalwood. He was stiff for a few seconds, before slowly wrapping his arms around the smaller girl as well.

It was a big step for both of them.

Who had always found it hard to show their love.

The brunette moved away, giving her friend a huge smile.

"You are a genius," She looked down at her phone, checking to see if there were any texts, "Oh shit the time! I'm going to be late! I gotta go I'll see you later."

Before Yoongi could even speak, she was up and running. Typing something quickly into her phone.

"Where're you going? And how are you getting there?" The man asked, confused since he had driven her.

She turned around, long hair windswept. Looking like a golden mark on the red and orange landscape of autumn. Smiley brighter than anything around her.

"That's confidential. And Uber exists Yoongi."

*******

Jimin walked down the street, orange and reds streaking across the blue sky like oil paints.

On Tuesdays, he liked to go and walk around. The man always liked to stay connected to nature, even though he lived in the city. The bridge overlooking the han river, was a place he liked to recollect and just think about things.

He'd been doing that a lot recently.

He always preferred the sunsets in autumn. The way the dark purples met pink, like they were kissing in the sky. People passed by him, babies cried, and people laughed. But all he could do was sigh, and stare at the beautiful mixtures of colors as he walked.

Jimin eventually made it to his destination. The silver haired man stopped just before he went on the metal platform.

Something dangling on the railing.

And to his fucking surprise...

There was another large yellow balloon, tied to the bridge.

He felt the excitement course throughout his body. He hadn't been expecting this at all today. Adrenaline filled him, all the while he tried to press the feeling down. It was strange how his mind told him to walk away, but his body ran onto the bridge not giving a fuck.

The man stopped, turning to the right. The river beyond the bridge looking pink in the dwindling light. He looked on with dark eyes, slightly panting.

Right before him was a painting. Propped up on the side of the bridge, with a light wooden easel.

There was a face.

That looked like him, but couldn't be.

That can't be me. It's too beautiful.

It was a portrait. Oil and acrylic paints. The background was midnight, and full of white stars. And then there was a face, in the foreground. Parted silver hair, looking like locks of mercury. An oval face, jawline carved out like stone, the skin like porcelain. Crescent eyes, cut out with ink and holding the world in their depths, nose straight and reaching full, pink-rose lips. Like a swan, ethereal in its perfection.

Jimin placed a hand on his face. Staring at the painting in awe.

That is not what he saw in the mirror. Not his eyes that were too small. Lips that were too big. Jaw that was too soft, and cheeks that were too fluffy. Skin that wasn't clear enough, and hair that always seemed messy.

And like before, there was a note. Right next to the painting. The man grabbed the piece of paper, like a delicate flower petal. Hand trembling as it did so.

If you looked through my eyes, this is what you would see. You've always been perfect. You've always been good enough. You've always been my Jimin. And you've always been perfect for me.

He smiled with nostaligia, feeling his throat tighten. His eyes were suddenly wet with moisture and he didn't even know why, at this point.

He had said that to her, the day of their beginning.

"You're not good enough for Jeongguk."

You're more than good enough. You're too good for him.

"You're perfect for me."

He picked up the painting, with tear filled eyes. Looking at what she saw, while looking at him. The vivid silvers. The decadent blues. The shape and curve of his lips and eyes.

All done so beautifully.

He knew, he couldn't possibly be this perfect. But she, she thought he was.

For the first time, Jimin saw himself as someone to admire.

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(A/N):

How'd y'all like that scene with Celine and Yoongi?

Ngl I really like Jimin's scene. It's character development for him, as well as her now. He's always been super self conscious, and to know how truly beautiful Celine thinks he is, is so precious to him.

So does anyone have any questions for me? About the story/writing process/ or personal life even tho I'm low key irrelevant? 🤗🤗🤗 ask awayy. I wanna get to know everyone better, and have everyone know me a little better.

For example: what's your fave color?

Answer: Blue and silver :$

But it can go deep than that 😂😂😂

Also please vote on which cover I should use next since I change it like everyday.

1) this one is by ibbangtan I think it's so pretty and really fits with the theme of stars/moon and all that symbolism plus it looks awesome and I'm feeling it.

2) by me because I'm basic and all I can think of is pink sheets. It's basically the same as the one I was using before with the sheet overlay.

3) basically the same as #2 but slightly darker and more contrasted. I'm low key biased towards this one because I think it's cool.

3) Jimin laying down is a kink so. ReAlly pretty and pastel.

OR do y'all like the current one I'm using?

Lemme know what yah think!