"Fall in reverse,
We closed our eyes
And got lost, in our timeless universe
Dreamy you's a sunrise
With flowers to feed the soul
His heart was going, counterclockwise
Audible thoughts, beyond control
We saw ourselves in the roses
That's that kind of vine that can't be sowed"
Roses Dipped in Gold-Alina Baraz

At least, Jimin tried to leave as soon as the sun came up.

He had made it out of the bed.

Jimin had gently glided off the mattress, as quiet as baby's breath. Planting a soft kiss on Celine's forehead, her eye lashes fluttering like a moth's wing. Only taking one more glance at the girl beneath him, before shutting off his heart once more.

He had made it out of the room.

Tiptoeing. Knowing the girl was a deep sleeper. The 21 year old tried to keep a laugh in, as the girl adorably snored a bit in her, causing him to jolt. She only did it slightly in the mornings, he had the pleasure of finding out.

He had been caught, before making it out of the door.

Jimin's hand had made it onto the cold, metal knob before being stopped by the sound of her voice.

"Thought I'd let you sneak away so easily?"

The man had become stone. Back straight, jaw clenched, unmoving as he continued to face the white door before him.

Jimin could deal with it, when she was sleeping. When here force upon him had been dimmed by closed eyes and silent breath.

That voice. That voice, did something to him that he couldn't even explain. Like dewdrops spun of gold, like a warm current in a spring. It brought the man back to life, as love blossomed from his chest.

Slowly, her presence crept closer. He could feel it prickling against his skin. The brunette feigning courage, as she saw the man's stiff posture. His silver hair shining in the winter light, the back of his smooth neck turning red. His intoxicating scent filling the whole room.

The air was tense with words left unsaid. Sorry's and I love you's that wouldn't make sense in this moment. It was beyond apologies. It was beyond regrets. All weaving a fabric that separated the two of them, even though they were less than two feet apart.

But like Yoongi offered, Celine cut through it.

"It's fine you don't have to say a word. I know you probably still hate me, and think I'm a selfish bitch. And you have every right to."

Only less than a foot apart now, the girl was breathless. Jimin held his, afraid a cry would come out instead.

"All I care about is that you came. When I needed you to most. That's all the matters. Every single harsh word, every single word we didn't say, none of that is important anymore Jimin. I just want you to know that."

Stagnant, as the night. They stood still, her voice the only sound present. His stance unwavering in its stoic longing.

The silver haired man wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to face her, and tell her everything would be okay. Take her into his arms, and forget every single atrocity passed between them. It would be easy. It would be simple.

But he was frozen with a mixture of guilt and reluctance that couldn't be broken, when he was taken so off guard. After months of being rejected by her, the man still held the insecurity in his heart. That she would never be his. Or him, hers.

Slowly, like the sun setting, he felt her get even closer. Breath catching in his throat, as he felt her warm breath on his back. Hitching, as her small arms wrapped around his waist. Light caramel against the black of his suit. The creamer to his dark coffee.

The man closed his eyes, trying to calm his erratic breath. Knowing with her face so close to his body, she could hear every palpitating heart beat.

"It's always been you, Jimin. Ever since the beginning. It's always been you." Celine, with more passion and maturity than had ever been present before.

She'd been a fool to deny it. To deprive it from either of them.

She wanted to warm him, to spur him to life. To feel his heart beat in sync with hers, after so many days apart. The girl closed her eyes as well, though not in restraint. Instead imagining how it would be like to be in Paris again; rain the only barrier between them.

And yet the beautiful man remained silent. Afraid of what would pass through his lips if he spoke. Afraid he would never leave again, if he let his hand touch along her skin.

I miss you Celine. I miss you. I miss you so much I can't stand to lose you again.

And she understood. The small girl knew this needed moment, would be short lived between the two of them. She was past the point of artificial closeness. Of a fake and hidden relationship.

But the girl now had all the proof in the world that he still loved her.

She finally smiled, pulling away. Letting a hand trace down his sculpted back one more time. Looking at the slope of his neck, and how his silver hair gracefully kissed his ears.

"I'm going to let you go now, even though I don't want to. Come back to me when you're ready, love."

He stayed their for a second, breath labored. Wanting to pour his heart out and just deal with the consequences later.

Her soft voice filled the air again, "I want our love to be a choice, not an accident. A mistake due to stars crossing at the wrong time. Not the lines of fate braiding into tragedy. I want to be your choice, not a coincidence."

The girl pattered away, leaving Jimin alone again. He felt like his lungs could finally expand again after hearing her bedroom door gently open and close.

Jimin leaned forward, letting his head rest on the wall beside him. Grasping the ends of his silver hair like they were metal chains, and pulling.

Fuck, I'm an idiot. Why didn't I say anything? Why didn't I embrace her back?

The man couldn't answer himself. He didn't even truly know why. More than likely, it was because he was ashamed of the things he had said before. Terribly guilty that he hadn't apologized, yet Celine acted like it was okay.

She was right there.

His favorite daydream. Was a reality, for only a split second.

His fist hit the wall beside his head, trying to knock some sense into himself.

Jimin wanted turned to go back to her room, before ultimately deciding that would be a terrible deal. The older man finally stepped out of the apartment building, cursing the entire way onto the street. Feeling embarrassed and enthralled all at once, and not knowing what to do about it.

"Fuck!" Jimin yelled out loudly, surprising a few people on the sidewalk.

Who didn't expect that bitter word from his deceivingly sweet-looking mouth.

He apologized profusely, before getting into his car that he left all the way near the ice cream shop. Only a little saddened he never got his treat from the night before.

Who needs ice cream when you have love?

The man fixed himself, trying to part his unruly hair in the car mirror.

It was crazy, how different the cherub faced man looked. His eyes that seemed to dwell in darkness, had lightened in expression. A smile graced his lips, after not being able to feel happiness for a while now. The cloudy day that reigned over his life dissipated.

He looked like himself again. Only a little bit. And yet Jimin, was painstakingly starting to see why Celine held affection for him.

The dazed man's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone blaring. Jimin rolled his eyes, hoping that it wasn't a work related matter.

But of course, he wouldn't be so lucky.

"CEO Park?" His consultant said, sounding extremely grave.

Immediately, the younger male was on high alert. It was rare that his assistant manger ever sounded less than chipper. It must have been an emergency. Jimin grew serious, leaning forward in his seat as he buckled up to start driving.

"Yes?" The male answered back, attempting to not appear frantic.

The consultant sighed, knowing his boss wasn't going to like what he was about to say.

Not at all.

"You're being called in for an official conference meeting regarding Jeon Jeongguk."

Jimin almost dropped his phone, elbow slipping and accidentally making his car horn beep. The male shook his head, eyes wide at the statement. Not believing a word.

"The what?!"

It didn't make sense. There was nothing anyone could do at that point. Jimin had already been prosecuted for the incident, and Jeongguk had already been tried and acquitted. Even if it was proven Jeongguk did do it, its impossible to be tried for the same crime twice.

"On the accusations of Kim Celine saying that you did not kill her sister. We need an official statement from you. You will report to City Hall within the week, and give your testimony. The Jeon's set it up. They want to clear the air."

"What if I decline?" Jimin asked, voice tense and lost.

Something didn't seem right.

The Jeon's wouldn't let this happen. They wouldn't call for this press conference, knowing Jimin would tell the truth, and lose everything.

Unless they knew they were going to win.

He just wanted this all to be over.

"Your business will be temporality halted on a national level. This type of conspiracy will lead every business in the country to revoke your stock. I advise you to do this Jimin. I advise you to tell the truth." The older man stated, basically pleading for Jimin to take the offer.

It was an obvious statement. That Jimin should tell the truth. And he would.

Yet, it so hard for Jimin to accept. The uneasiness in his stomach wouldn't settle. The bitter taste of bile in his throat. The hatred he felt, and wanted to suppress.

For Jimin couldn't help but feel, like he was walking into a lion's den.

******

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Jeon. In person." Namjoon said, feeling the exact opposite.

It was the first time he had seen her in person. And he immediately wished he hadn't.

The woman smiled, her red lipstick crusting at the sides. The action never truly reaching her eyes. It matched he coldness of her office. How everything was seemingly perfect, and never out of place.

All of facade, if you asked Namjoon.

"Save the ass kissing for the bedroom, Mr. Kim. We don't work that way around here. I need you to tell me exactly why after you promised to help, you are now deciding to change your mind last minute?" The woman spoke heartlessly, leaning forward on her desk.

Namjoon recoiled, not appreciating the announcement of his sexuality. And yet the threat was evident in the way she spoke.

'I know every little thing about you, and I will use it against you.'

She was crazy. The younger man was sure of it. That's why the man wanted out. At first what had become a distraction, had become a sick game.

This woman, this family wanted to hurt people. And Namjoon was starting to think they enjoyed it.

But he knew if he said that, his life would truly be over.

Namjoon looked up wearily at the woman, trying to avoid her dark gaze, "Well, with all do respect, I have a life. And if I do what you ask, I more than likely will go to jail. I won't benefit from it."

The man said it, like her task for him was a simple business deal.

It wasn't.

What she asked of him, made the purple haired man feel like he was going insane.

"A life? Is that what poor people call poverty now a days? Mr. Kim, you didn't understand. When you do something for me, nothing bad will happen to you. I will reward you. I wouldn't let you walk in their blindly, without a plan and an alibi." The older woman explained, her voice soft but face condescending.

Namjoon gripped the sides of his car.

"And what could possibly excuse me from killing Park Jimin? How could I possibly get away with murder, in front of hundreds of people?" He said, ferocity in his voice.

Mrs. Jeon smirked, rolling her eyes before speaking. The woman hated dramatics.

"You're a bartender, getting paid minimum wage when it should be above that. You've worked for Park Jimin for years, and never got a raise. Treated like the dust on the bottom of his shoe. He never cared about you, or any of his other employees."

Namjoon, had terrible bosses before. Ones that spit at him. Ones that paid him $3 an hour. Bosses that called him worthless, because he never graduated from college.

Jimin was the boss that Namjoon always wanted. Made him laugh, never made fun of him for his sexuality. Treated him like a friend, and like a person.

He had loved the boy, when he was allowed to. He was like the little brother he never had. It was easy, the silver haired man being smaller and childlike in happiness. Park Jimin has made his life a little better.

And the taller male never returned the favor.

Namjoon shook his head, immediately denying what was an utter lie. Confused where she even got that information from, especially since it didn't exist. The woman spoke so confidently, he wanted to shut her up.

"Jimin has always been a kind boss, and an even better friend. I don't know what-"

"Let me finish," The black haired woman yelled, eyes flashing dangerously, "You really needed the money. Especially since your little sister was sick. Oh yes, you were left alone without either parent, and had to provide for your younger sibling. And the heartless Park Jimin didn't care. He told you to stop complaining or find another job. You finally cracked."

Namjoon didn't have a younger sister.

Both of his parents were around. Unfortunately.

He was paid fairly well with Jimin, and was actually able to get an apartment working there.

Anyone could look this information up.

"But none of that is true?" Namjoon said, feeling helpless. This woman's power was undeniable. She spun lies like a silk web.

"Does it have to be? Or does it just have to sound plausible. I'm not looking for the truth here I'm giving you a motive so that I'm not suspected." Mrs. Jeon said selfishly.

For a second, Namjoon could she if in her eyes. The disgust she had for him. It was the kind of look he recognized, for his father had sent it his way more than a thousand times. It was evident, the way this woman thought.

And yet the man still remained in the room. Out of fear. Out of self-hatred. For he almost wanted to give other people a reason to hate him, other than who he shared a bed with.

"So then why should I help? When this benefits you and I'm going to go to jail for murder!?"

The woman laughed, setting the young man on edge again. It was tragic, how much Jeongguk's mother made his blood boil. It was easy to see why her son ended u being so fucked, emotionally.

"Oh, no you won't. We'll get you out of that room and into the next country in no time. And I know that part of the story I made up was true."

Namjoon shook his head defiantly, challenging the older woman who seemed to have everything figured out. Like she had already convinced the man to do a terrible deed.

She was evil reincarnate.

"Yeah, and what would that be?"

"You need the money Namjoon. You've always needed it. And I can provide. You'll be set for life. And, better yet I'll let you choose what country to live out the rest of your days in. France? Italy? Morocco? South Africa? You name it. And it will be yours. I'll make sure you'll be protected. All because you helped to save my son."

She was right.

And yet the image of Jimin, a blood red rose standing his chest wouldn't leave Namjoon's mind. The nightmare of the pleasant light leaving the younger man's eyes. Knowing the cold metal within Namjoon's hand, did it.

He would pull the trigger.

So that the truth, the real truth would never be set free.

"This is an offer, I can't refuse." The dimpled man said, voice emotionless. Eyes staring at the blank desk before him.

Mrs. Jeon was able to spot who was weak, and take hold of them. Get into their mind, and twist everything around in her favor. It wasn't her fault that they were weak. It was their fault that they were stupid enough to be manipulated.

And Kim Namjoon, was easy to manipulate because he had no true purpose in life.

"I know. So don't." She said, almost sounding kind. Almost sounding like the change the man needed to hear.

For a second, it was silent. Only the sound of Namjoon's short quick breaths. Everything was so hazy and clear, all at once as he thought about his options. The line between good and bad, thinning and waning like a broken string.

The man could see everything with crystalline detail. Jin's face staring back at him with disappointment and rage. Celine crying, begging Namjoon to stop. The look on the rest of his old friends aces, as he pulled the trigger.

One thing, Namjoon knew, is that if he said no to her...

His death sentence would be as final as Jimin's.

"Fine. Fine, I'll do it." Namjoon said, defeated and abused.

Feeling like he wasn't worth anything at all. And knowing only money could change that.

Mrs. Jeon smiled, eyes glittering black like that of a snake. Teeth resembling fangs, and voice sounding like poison.

"Good, I knew you were a smart boy."

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(A/N): Sorry it's been a while :/

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! A little CelMin moment for y'all and a new plot development.

Namjoon oh no baby, what is you doing....

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