"The cosmos moved for us
There was nothing slightly out of place
Our happiness was expected
Because you love me
And I love you
You are my penicillium
The one who saved me
My angel
My world"
Serendipity-Jimin

Sugar babying is not an easy job.

It's not just about sex. It's about creating a persona, being interesting enough to catch the eye of a buyer. It takes a special kind of person to intrigue others, to make them pay for everything they need. To make their mentor happy enough to shower them with gifts and affection.

Constantly looking perfect, being fetching to the eye. Maintaining hair, makeup, and nails. Constantly going to the gym. Renting books from the library to become more knowledgeable. All in a unanimous agreement to please each other on a higher level of relationship.

It was the only way, Celine at the age of 16, could put a roof back over her head.

Sugar babying was her descent. What had changed her life. What made her relationship with Jeongguk slowly fall apart.

During that time, she'd lost everything. Her family, and her sense of self.

She wasn't a daughter. She wasn't a sister. She wasn't a friend. She wasn't an artist. Not even a human.

Celine was just a girl.

The prized trophy she had been so careful not to become. That wad of cash billionaires hid from their wives, was spent on her. For her looks. For her pretty golden eyes, and long caramel hair.

No one cared she loved Jane Austen books. No one gave a shit, that her favorite artist was Monet, or that he favorite color was blue. No one asked whether she preferred water ice, or ice cream. What she was like as a kid, before her life became a mess.

Slowly, the girl had become less and less of that. Like everyone else, she pushed herself to the side. Everything that made Celine, Celine. And became Angel, her sugar baby persona. But her mentality began to wear away as well.

Celine forgot, that she loved the color blue. That Jane Austen was her favorite author. That art was her passion, and ice cream was a close second. That as a kid, she would have never backed down.

The younger version of Celine would have never lost sight of herself.

She had been the type of person who liked talking about the night sky. But had simply forgotten its existence, as she worried about the bills, and where she would live. How she would survive.

Celine was a thing. A pretty thing. With no likes, dislikes, and characteristics. Only a piece of the person she used to be. Only a face.

"You're beautiful." Became who she was. A means to an end. Beauty for money.

All she was worth, was a check and a new pair of shoes.

That's what Celine used to think. And that's why she believed she deserved Jeongguk. Who recognized her beauty. Who recognized her worth.

For that was all Celine was good for.

Things changed though. Like the seasons had, Celine thawed, cocooned, bloomed, and grew into someone worth something.

Celine had learned to love the night sky again. To pay attention, and favor the way the distant stars lit up everything around them. That each speck of brilliance held the same importance as every person on the planet.

Park Jimin did as well.

The man had the type of vision, that turned normal things into that of majestic upbringings. He reminded her that luxury wasn't the only way of life. That following her dreams was just as important too. That she wasn't just a doll, to be dressed and made up into a different person.

In his eyes, she was the Mona Lisa. A fake smile on her face, eyes filled with hidden fears and happiness. Intrigued by the girl who bent like water under his touch, and left the next morning like it was nothing. Someone to reveal, to uncover, and unfold. Like an art piece, you had to dissect her in order to find it's heart.

When she had met him, it was true. All she cared about was keeping a smile on Jeongguk's face. About looking prim and proper when she was falling apart inside. To act like the happiest girl in the world, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

The girl slowly learned, with every kiss and every inquiry of wonder from Jimin...

That her mind and intelligence mattered.

That her passion was indeed a talent.

That it was okay to laugh and smile and be herself.

That body wasn't there to just please men.

It was there to be cherished by someone who loved her.

That she wasn't just a pretty face.

He had brought life back into her.

She had truly learned a lot since last Winter.

Love.

Coming from so many places. Internally, externally.

It was so easy, to fall in love with someone else. To accept their flaws as beautiful coincidences, and find charm in their every quirk. It's so easy, to find the face that someone hates, to be beautiful.

And so hard, to fall out of love when a person hurts you.

So why, is it so hard to love our flaws? Why do we hate the freckles that litter our skin, or the tiny layer of fat on our cheeks? Why when we can find the beauty in others, do we only see the ugliness in ourselves?

Celine let go of that. Of all that negative feeling. Of thinking of herself as a murderer, as a cheater. As a pessimistic nobody who couldn't do anything worthwhile.

She thought of all the good. The dancing, the art, the love of friends, and more.

She truly learned that even if she was not perfect, she deserved to be loved.

Because love for oneself is unconditional. It does not matter if we are not smart, not beautiful, or make mistakes.

We still deserve kindness if not from the world, from our own soul.

That the beauty of self love. We can receive forgiveness, praise, and respect. All the things we long for and yearn for from other people, can be created from the inside. And from that, we learn how to surround ourselves with people that make us feel as good as we have learned to.

Who would've thought? That finding herself again, was only a voyage across the pink, satin expanse of bed sheets.

Celine sighed, a smile spreading across her face. The cold morning light spreading across her living room floor like a snow bank. Her whole apartment had become her playground, the past few months. No room dedicated to her creative flow.

She sat on her couch, white easel that had become so dear to her, taut. A partially blank canvas before her, and brush in hand.

The same painting she had tried to finish a thousand times. It had been two years now, since Celine had been trying to recreate it. Mia's rough
sketch. Celine could draw the tree line in her sleep. Connect the dots, to create stars and constellations. She remembered where each shade of gray, black, and white lined the sky. And yet, it too remained unfinished.

Celine had thought, since she had gotten closure with her sister, that the image would just appear. That like an angel, Mia would send her the final touches. The blue print. Or maybe the girl would discover it in a dream.

But Celine remained just as lost as before. Complete only to a certain extent.

Namjoon had been cleared of charges. Jin and the taller male hashed out all their issues and were now officially back together. The girl couldn't have been happier for them. She knew they'd find their way back to each other.

Yoongi was doing great. He was back in the studio, creating music. Sending everyone pictures of his dog Holly during his free time.

Hoseok had been great as well. Working on new choreography, and expanding his clubbing business. It got a lot of press after he tackled a reporter outside of his house for Celine.

Taehyung had been quiet for a few days, updating them only on how Jeongguk was doing.

Everything was truly getting better. All the pieces falling into place except one.

The girl, had hope that things would be different. After that day, when they had locked eyes. After his life had so suddenly flashed before his eyes. In his moment of fear, he looked to Celine. For she would be the last person he saw before falling into an endless sleep.

Celine leaned against the canvas, a solo tear trickling down her face and onto her palate. A mix of colors running down her fingers. Her heart feeling just like the black that tainted them.

Today, had been a year since she first met Jimin.

A whole fucking year.

That's probably why his absence had hurt her so much in that moment. Why it felt so potent. She was supposed to say positive, supposed to wait. And Celine had, for months now. But she wasn't sure how much longer she could go on without him.

For so long, she had taken advantage of his presence. Spending hours and days on end with him, and never growing tired. Never thinking about how their endless summer nights were limited by lies and deceit.

It had seemed incessant then.

An infinite amount of silver hair, rounded cheeks, plump lips, and pretty eyes. Beautiful words, soft voice, gentle touches, and a face full of affection.

The girl shook her head, laughing at her own stupidity.

A year ago, Celine had wished that Jimin would just disappear. So that she wouldn't feel. So she could pretend that everything was perfect, and continue on being numb.

And now, she would have given anything to bring him back.

Celine missed the unforgettable moments with him. How he made every minute special between them. She missed gettin ice cream, and taking long walks in the park. Talking about their favorite horror stories, and who would most likely lose at video games. She missed the way he'd burst into song randomly while they were eating. Or the way his hands tangled in her hair as they laid beside each other in bed.

And most importantly, she missed Park Jimin. The soft spoken CEO, her sugar daddy. Who had become so much more to her than that. Who had turned Celine's insecurity of her worthiness into love.

I miss him so much.

His laugh.

His smile.

His everything.

It was getting harder and harder each day, to not break down. To wait for a simple call or text from the man.

And she also trusted, that the earth and the moon would align.

For Jimin had asked, if she believed they met by fate.

Celine now believed it was destiny. A moment of serendipity in her gray, and haphazard life.

"Just wait." Jin has said, only a week ago. Namjoon's arm wrapped around his waist.

"Until when?" She had asked, already exhausted from crying hours before.

"You'll know when."

It was hard to believe Jin, especially after today.

Jimin was having another exhibition. It was his Winter grand opening, after being closed for a month.

The girl wondered if he new it was the anniversary of their meeting. Or maybe he knew, and he wanted to torture her.

From what she had heard from Yoongi, the entire friend group was invited.

Except her.

And well, Jeongguk. But isn't that obvious for several reasons?

No one had told her she could come. When she brought it up to Hoseok, he avoided it entirely. Celine had never felt more rejected in her life.

He really didn't want her there.

And that's what hit her the most.

Maybe she wasn't as important to him anymore. Maybe she wasn't his Aphrodite.

So the girl had sat, pathetically in front of her easel all morning pretending she was in his beautiful gala again. Surrounded by her loving friends, and the warm embrace of Jimin.

Reminiscing in the time, where everything was so seemingly perfect.

But it was fake.

Celine's phone buzzed, almost causing her to smear paint across the canvas. Loudly enough that she flinched on her stool. She wrapped the blanket that covered her shoulder tightly around her, to warm the cold and empty feeling in her stomach.

The heart-faced pushed back her long hair behind her ears. Wiping away the tears so that she could see properly, though she truly didn't feel like talking to anyone.

Celine sighed, still feeling dejected. The brunette reached over to her coffee table, carefully so that her white sweater wouldn't get paint on it. The girl picked up her phone, flipping it over so that she could see the text.

Celine almost dropped it when she saw a familiar nickname flash across the screen.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god, oh my fucking god. It couldn't be. I have to be dreaming.

Silver Adonis💓💓💓

If you ever truly loved me, please come tonight.

Celine threw her phone, squealing as it crashed loudly against the hard wood floor. The girl clasped both hands over her mouth, and fell forward into the cushions.

There was no way. It couldn't be Jimin that texted her. The girl had to be so delusional, that she just imagined in.

Celine took in a deep breath, sitting up slightly. She smoothed her messy hair back. Trying to calm herself. It was entirely impossible, when she felt like she was combusting from the inside out.

It was only your imagination. He doesn't want to see you.

He doesn't want you.

She got of off the couch, walking slowly towards the phone. Bending down and grabbing it like a poisonous spider. Eyes barely open out of fear, as she turned to look at the screen again.

The message was still there.

The name still the same, only with hearts which she added after their fight.

It was real.

And as clear as day.

The girl stood in awe, her left hand covering her mouth. Celine's left thumb tracing the name on the screen, as if it were Jimin's smooth skin right in front of her. With so much tenderness, that Celine barely recognized her own emotions.

It wasn't him forgiving her, and it wasn't an exclamation of love.

But it was enough for Celine.

"Well, it looks like I need to change my outfit. I'm going to a gala." Celine said, smiling with elation as she looked down at her clothes.

The golden eyed girl had gotten ready in record time. Throwing on a white, lacy cocktail dress, and pairing it with a white fur coat. With golden eye shadow, and her hair curled. Dressed like Angel again, but still Celine. Still herself. Glowing and more radiant than before.

Trying to recreate close to what she wore the first night with Jimin. When he saw her, she wanted it to be special.

Just like it had been the first time.

She smiled, looking in the mirror.

Now she could admit that. That it was just as special the first time, as it was for him. No matter how much she denied it.

Though Celine was excited to finally see him again, she was nervous. Her palms sweating, and her heart palpitating out of control. The girl had no clue what was in store. If he still even wanted to be with her. It was all up in the air.

The girl picked up her phone, growing anxious at the time. Calling the person she knew wouldn't be late.

"Yoongi?" The girl said sounding breathless from nerves, after he picked up.

"Celine?" He asked back, mocking her desperate tone.

She rolled her eyes, wanting to flip him off through the phone.

"I need a ride to the gala. Can you pick me up?"

The man let out an audible gasp, his tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth. He had no clue how this whole night was going to go down.

He hoped that it would be for the better. Yet, he still couldn't help but feel sorry for Celine.

"You're coming?"

Celine paused, allowing her heart to open once again.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

********

Celine rushed out of the car, heels clacking wildly against the gravel. Yoongi quickly cut off his engine, sighing as he realized he was going to have to run too. The man caught up with her, gently pulling on her elbow before she could go any further.

"Cel, are you sure you're ready to go in there?" He asked, looking slightly uncomfortable.

He didn't want the girl to get hurt again.

The angel dressed in white shook her head, lips parted. She smiled at the blonde man, ruffling his hair. Eyes shining like the moon in the night sky.

"I'm fine, thank you for being there through everything. You truly are the best."

Yoongi smiled gums showing, as he pulled her into a hug. He didn't want her to see the slight regret in his eyes as he held her close.

"You know you're one of my best friends Celine, right? Just don't get your hopes up too much. Okay?" He said softly, holding onto her hand as she pulled away. Realizing that it was for too long, and finally let go.

"I won't Yoongi. I'll be okay."

He shook his head, motioning for her to walk forward. Her smile reached the sky, as she skipped towards the door of Jimin's gala. Knowing the man was somewhere inside, and at least tonight...

She would be in his presence. And here his voice. For better or for worse, Celine at least would be able to revel in him.

Celine paused, right at the door. Waiting for Yoongi to catch up before she walked inside. Nerves at an all time high, her body pulsing with electric. As soon as she felt her friend's presence, she opened the wide doors.

"Celine! You're here!" A familiar voice yelled.

Celine looked to her right, to see the whole friend group standing there. The only faces missing, were Taehyung and Jeongguk.

Yoongi walked around her, giving the small girl's shoulder a light squeeze as he passed by. Her face in shock as he breezed around, standing with the rest of their friends.

She was frozen for a second, so happy to see everyone's faces just like before. Just like the first time she had been there. Her support team by her side. Her favorite people in the world.

Who else would hose down reporters for her?

"You were waiting for me?" Celine asked tenderly, her hand finding its way to her heart. Eyes swelling with happy tears.

Only earlier today, she had thought that they were all going without her. That she wasn't wanted.

And that was the opposite of the truth.

Jin smiled broadly, moving away from Namjoon for a second. They were all dressed in black suits, white shirts underneath.

Pink roses pinned to their lapels.

"Of course I was. Jimin told me to." The elder man said, grabbing onto her hand.

Recognition flashed in her mind. The text. The way everyone avoided whether she was invited or not. The feigned surprise Yoongi held in his voice when he heard she needed a ride.

"You knew?"

The man laughed, his squeaky laugh, winking at the shorter girl.

"Oh vanilla cupcake with pink sprinkles, I know everything. Now let's go, we have to go see your exhibit."

The brunette didn't move with Jin, who began to walk into the entrance. She remained, feet planted harshly to the ground in confusion.

"My exhibit?"

"Stop asking questions and just live a little." Jin said, spinning her around so that she was facing the second door.

Hoseok walked in front of them, ready to open the entrance for her. Namjoon and Yoongi by his side.

Celine gasped, as black material covered her eyes. All she could see was darkness as Jin tied the dark material around her face.

"Do you really have to cover my eyes?" The sassy girl asked, jokingly exasperated.

The man giggled behind her, pushing her along as she walked blindly.

"Yes, yes I do."

Celine walked forward, hearing the creaking of metal. Feeling hands grabs hers as she moved forward cautiously. Almost tripping, but instantly caught by one of her friends on the right. She smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, but continued forward. The brunette wanted to laugh, at the irony of it. The friends were now literally pleading her while she was lost, and into the light.

It was silent, only slight whispers from Hoseok and Namjoon. Until finally she felt herself being faced in a certain direction. Placed perfectly in front of it.

Her heart beat wildly, not knowing what any of this was about. Afraid, and so relieved all at once. Her breathing sped up, as she felt Jin undo the material around her. And yet the young girl's eyes stayed closed, as light was revealed.

"Open your eyes Celine."

The 19 year old took a deep breath, and did as Jin had told her to.

A simple painting of the sun. Yet, it wasn't yellow or orange like how it usually was depicted. And the background wasn't blue, like the sky. Instead, it was a done with various gold, oil paints. The "sky" was white, hints of silver weaving its way through. It almost looked like a halo. So beautifully done, Celine had to move closer. Had to refrain herself from touching each sparkling piece.

The girl instantly recognized whose work it was. She could see it in her dreams. Trace the strokes with her memory.

She read the plaque underneath it.

Park Jimin

Winter| December 30th

- the first day I met you -

Celine looked in awe, at the emotion of it. She turned back to Jin, to see him smiling just as wide. She couldn't help the happy tears that began to form, at the first painting she had seen.

He had remembered.

Celine turned around, and fell into Jin's arms. He held the girl, who had become his little sister as she sobbed. The man was glad to see her a light again, but this wasn't over yet.

"This is your anniversary gift Celine, keep going."

The girl nodded her head, her lips quivering as she managed to let out a laugh.

She moved to the next painting.

A white canvas.

A hyper realistic coffee cup, laying right in the center. The only splash of color, being the heart on its side.

Park Jimin

Spring | March 25th

- the day I knew I had fallen -

Celine recognized the date. And the coffee cup, with the design on the side. He had been home during that time already, back for the spring. But the man had fallen for her before he came back. In France. At the same café, where he had taken her to eat during their trip.

Celine felt her heart warm, at the realization of it. Everything he did, was so carefully thought out. So loving and romantic. The amount of time and effort he put into these painting, this little snippets of time. It was all too beautiful. All too nostalgic.

It was making her fall in love with him for a second time.

The girl continued on, seeing that the path between this paining and the next were filtered with her works. Jimin has set up her drawings of roses, like a little field of spring between them to show the change of seasons. Seeing her work next to his, was like holding hands with him.

The next painting, stopped her cold. Celine looked on in amazement, at the moment in time she wanted to remember forever.

The sky gray and shining, the pavement golden and wet looking. Rain in the sky falling down in tears. A man, embracing a woman, wearing a red dress.

Celine smiled walking forward, feeling the rain kissing her skin again. Remembering the stormy smell in the air, and how Jimin's eyes had shone like diamonds. How their skin melded together in harmony, as they danced till darkness arose. The description of this piece, lifted her heart amongst the heavens.

Park Jimin

Summer | August 24th

- the day we were in love -

She wanted to stay and look at this memory till dawn broke, but knew she had to move on.

In between this painting and the next, her flower paintings were dull. Some dead, some icy in the middle of winter. Decaying in their lack of warmth.

The brunette swallowed harshly, feeling the tears well up as she moved along. She held onto Hoseok as supper, each of her other friends walking silently behind her. They knew she needed them, but she also needed her time and space as well.

For the next painting, would tear into her once more.

It was two hands, reaching for each other. One more veiny with a ring, the other more golden and smaller. Laid across pink, silk sheets.

Never reaching.

Always longing.

Park Jimin

Fall | September 22

- the day I lost you -

The brunette gripped onto Hoseok more harshly, feeling pale. Knowing that even though her and Jimin's time together had been amazing, they couldn't erase the bad.

And neither of them wanted to. Their struggles are what made them realize their true feelings. Of what solidified the emotions they already had.

For love, isn't just love. It's everything in between.

They all waited, as the girl wrapped her arms around herself. They weren't sure if she was ready to continue or not, as her flush cheeks and wide eyes made an appearance.

Her blonde friend moved towards her, ready to comfort the girl.

"It's fine, it's okay." She said, putting a hand up to Yoongi. He nodded, falling back behind Hoseok. A gray expression flashing across his serious face.

"This is the last one." Namjoon said, pulling Celine towards the front of the building again. She followed after, receiving a sympathetic smile from the dimpled man.

In the middle of the floor, was a large silk sheet. She could tell underneath that there was a canvas, but she couldn't see exactly what. It had to have been pretty large, for a huge sheet to barely cover it.

Hoseok, Yoongi, And Namjoon stood behind her as they patiently waited. Celine felt anxious, her fists slowly clenching and unclenching.

Jin walked forward, his hand on the edge of the material. Looking into her eyes, and waiting for a sign.

Celine nodded her head, telling him to go ahead.

The 19 year old gasped, her chest heaving in. The sight before her so mesmerizing, she could barely breathe. It was like seeing a ghost from a grave, a figment of childhood lost that she could never get back. It was something that she always wanted, and could never do.

Right before Celine's eyes was Mia's painting. Finished.

Like always, the sky was black with white stars literally the surface. Beautifully and mathematically spaced apart in perfection, just like Mia had done. The tree-line matched, the branches fanning out elegantly like a ballerina's fingers. The new addition, being a rolling hill with a lake underneath. Which reflected a large moon within it's depths.

The same lake Celine had seen in her dream, with her sister.

The girl dropped to the ground, onto her knees. Not caring about the pain she felt, or the fact she was wearing a dress.

Grasping onto the description plaque, that was again underneath the painting.

Kim Mia < > Park Jimin

Winter|December 21

- the day we found each other again -

"Like a rose when blooming
Like a cherry blossom when scattering
Like a lily when withering
Like those beautiful moments
I always wanna be the best
You gave me the best of me
So you could give the best of you."

Kim Celine

Park fucking Jimin.

Ever since Mia's death, she had tried to complete it. It felt like the final apology. The act that would regain forgiveness for her sins. To finish the painting, that Mia had been ripped away from.

And he finally had.

If she hadn't had proof before, she was sure now that Jimin loved her. He had given her the best of himself. And in return, she had learned to be brighter for him.

"How? How did he-" Celine started, the tears flowing freely now.

Feeling like the floodgates of her soul had opened. The girl felt as light as a feather. A whirlwind of emotions racing through her body.

"Jimin told me he noticed something while passing by Starry Hill. Something about the way the branches were formed across the sky. So he waited until sunset to go back and checked. That's when he knew what Mia had been trying to paint all along."

Starry Hill.

It was the place, where Mia and Celine had gone after the elder's first art show. It became a place of solace, when each had been suffering from a hard time. They could walk to it from their house. After the accident, Celine had forgotten about it, and every other painful memory that involved them together.

The younger never went back.

How could I not have known?

The girl felt guilt seep into her, as elation poured out of her like honey as well.

She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of this finished piece settle into her heart.

It was then, that Celine felt arms wrap around her. It's comfort unimaginable, better than her creation as she fell into the person's chest. Like countless times before, she sunk into him, wrapping her arms around his graceful waist. As they lay, sprawled against the ground like forgotten snowflakes. The scent of vanilla and dark cologne filling her senses. A light laugh, that of a waterfall, slightly dancing against the shell of her ear.

Being in his arms,

Made the girl a complete painting as well.

"I'm so, so sorry Jimin." Was all she could mutter out, as she gripped onto his white shirt. Pressed against him so tightly as if he'd be ripped away from her again.

She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed. His hand coming up to run through her long wavy hair. The world finally falling back into place. Serenity found in her soul.

"I forgave you the minute you walked out the door." Jimin said, his voice like velvet in her ears. So soft and gentle, a cloud in her sky. His loving words, replacing the hateful ones that had been engrained in her mind before.

It was the first time she had spoken to him, in three months directly.

Jimin dove into her. Feeling her skin, craving her touch. Missing the sweet sound of her voice and jokes. Missing all the time they should have spent together. Adoration filling every movement.

"Those things I said I never meant them I-" He spoke again, voice cracking as his lips brushed against her hair.

Hating himself, as he held the fragile girl. Whom he had almost broken. Jimin had tried tonight, to piece her back together like a stain glass window. To watch the colors saturate as her ray of light seeped through.

The girl pulled away from him, enough so that they were face to face. And could see every emotion in each other's eyes.

All he could see in her imperial irises was acceptance.

"I know."

Jimin let out a sigh of relief, a battle of his own warring inside himself. He gripped the sides of her heart shaped face, thumbs wiping away the tears that found their path onto rosy her cheeks. Amazed by her resilience and strength in every way.

"No. don't forgive me so easily." The silver haired man asked, brushing hair away from her face.

His pink lips like cherry blossoms in spring. Small nose crinkling in disappointment at himself.

Celine couldn't have enough, now that they were together again.

"I can't help it Jimin." She said, her dazzling smile setting his heart aflame.

His eyes widened, words falling out in fervor. Bottled up feelings draining out of the man's body.

"I wanted you the whole time. Even when I yelled all those things, I still wanted you. I never believed any of that."

"Why? Why did you do it?"

He could see the pain in her eyes. And he hated it. But he had to explain himself.

"I pushed you away, because I thought you would change your mind. About telling the truth. It was naive of me to think that whole situation revolved around me. It wasn't just saving my name, it was about making sure Jeongguk received justice. And I was just so blind, thinking I could protect you from his parents. It seems like I'm the one who needed the protecting." Jimin said, a small laugh escaping him at the situation.

He sent a quick glare at Namjoon, who in return just shrugged his shoulders.

Celine winked, her sorrow seeming to dissapear with his words of encouragement, "I'm glad it happened."

"Really?" Jimin said, crescent eyes wide. Defense fully up, recognizing the words he had once said to her.

Except their was no anger in her angelic face. She was more open than ever before. Happiness radiating out of every pore.

"It was like falling in love with you, all over again. It was perfect the first time. More meaningful the second." Celine said, their eyes meeting, as they moved closer together.

Jimin's eyes flickered from hers, to Celine's awaiting lips. Unable to stop he leaned even closer, letting his bottom lip brush against hers. Rubbing the the tips of their noses together, causing a smile to flutter across her face like a butterfly's wing.

"Just do it." Celine said, feeling the tension burst in her stomach.

Jimin smirked, the apples of his cheeks glowing.

"I want to savor this moment. Don't ruin it with your sarcasm."

He slid his hand around the back of her neck, making chills tail down her spine. His lips brushing against hers teasingly again.

"You love it." Celine said, her hands finding their way around his neck as she smirked.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Jimin smiled widely, pink lips spreading over white teeth. His laugh ringing in her ears, the sound of bells. Eyes shining directly into hers. Causing her breath to catch at his beauty.

With this smile, Celine knew that everything was fixed.

That they would be okay.

"I love you." The man responded, before bringing their lips fully together.

They kissed, passion surrounding them. Celine sighed into the movement, Jimin taking her breath away. They molded together, like paint on canvas. There soft caresses and light movement creating a vision for only them. Celine felt whole again, her other half so close to her. Their lips meeting in the most gentle touch.

Serenity, when they were together.

They were startled out of their embrace, as a person to their left coughed.

The group of people stared wide eyed, at the pair that had just walked in.

"Who the fuck invited him?" Jimin asked Jin a whisper, to which he scratched his neck, avoiding Jimin's glare.

Taehyung, and Jeongguk stood before them. Dressed in the same suits as everyone else. The same pinned rose upon it.

Taehyung looked strangely cold, his eyes finding the floor. No usual greetings of happiness came from him. He looked worryingly grave, a his heart shaped lipped pressed in a tight line. Fists clenched.

Jeongguk stood beside him, just as stiff. Dark eyes flashing around the room awkwardly, his hands held at his pelvis. It almost looked like he was turning away from the brunette beside him.

Celine wasn't sure what was going on between them, but she could tell it was tense.

"Hi, um, everyone." Said the dark haired man, breaking the silence.

It remained silent after that.

No one knew what to say; the boy had disappeared since the hearing. It was strange, all of them gathered in a very different occasion. One that was supposed to be happy and joyous.

Celine, even more conflicted.

She was out of her shackles now. Not confined by the guilt she had. She still felt horrible, for making the mistake of cheating. For hurting anyone.

But she realized fully now that she was abused by the man before her.

No amount of forgiveness could ever leave her lips for him.

She wished him a healthy life, one where he could go to therapy and hopefully heal himself. Other than that she'd rather not think of his cold and relentless hands grabbing her in places when she said no.

The pain he had caused her and her family couldn't simply be erased.

She still felt the burn of metal. The blood that rushed into her hands. The way Jeongguk had tried to flee. The wounds were fresh in her mind.

Yet Jimin seemed worse for wear. Her anger was muted, exhausted.

His rage had just been ignited.

It seemed like time and space had only caused his frustration with the younger to grow. The girl knew it stemmed from the betrayal Jimin felt from the boy. How Jeongguk had hurt her.

She felt like the catalyst of their demise.

Celine willed away the guilt again, knowing that even if she hadn't been in their lives, their friendship would've ended anyways.

Jimin would've walked away.

The girl grew even more defensive, as Jimin tensed up beside her. He stood up, pulling her up to stand along with him.

"Jeongguk." Jimin said without emotion, barely looking at anyone else.

Celine looked at the boy, who seemed much different from before. Watched as his body sulked, shoulders falling. Sadness clearly painted on his face. Pale skin, stark jaw, and strong stature.

Was it real? Or was it apart of his act?

She'd never know with him.

She jolted, as his dark eyes flashed across hers. Still feeling so afraid of the boy, she had used to sleep in the same bed of.

"Leave." Celine said quietly to Jeongguk. Hoping he could hear the effort she put into sounding normal, though her anger was still there. Buried deep.

No, she wasn't the same girl who confronted him at the end.

But she also wasn't the same girl who bent under his will.

Jeongguk turned to face her, small lips wide open. Words clawing at the opening of his mouth, waiting to come out. His eyes were begging, reaching out to her as he furrowed his brows. The man's right hand reaching out in her direction.

But then, his eyes traced her face. Like before, a hot knife. All the way from her eyes, to her nose, then to her lips. Down to where her hand connected tightly with Jimin's.

Celine watched as that willingness faded. The small fire of rising in his eyes.

He looked upon the group. Not seeing the pity he wanted to see. But a united front against him. One that didn't care or want him there.

One that wouldn't fight his exit.

"I came to apologize. I guess I shouldn't have." The man said, shaking his head. He turned swiftly away from the group.

Within seconds he was gone.

Everyone remained silent again, sorry and unapologetic all at once.

Jimin gripped more tightly onto Celine. Her head lay in the crook of his neck, lips finding their home.

"I have to go get him." Said the sandy haired man, whose eyes trailed after the man who ran away.

Celine recognized that look well.

It was one of longing, and unrequited emotion. She felt for Taehyung, who had again fallen in love with the wrong person. She wanted to run to him, to comfort him. For he had become lost as well trying to find his path.

Jimin stepped forward, still holding onto Celine's hand.

"Taehyung don't even think about it."

The man turned to look at him. A wistful smile across his face. Eyes full of something irrevocable.

"But he's hurting, Jimin."

"I swear to-"

"Taehyung, he hurt me. He will hurt you too. It's a cycle, but it's ultimately your choice to make." Celine said, interrupting Jimin.

"What?" The silver haired man turned to her, chagrin lost as he looked upon her soft face. Gentle, in its golden and white glory.

The girl looked at Taehyung, a smile on her face. She hoped it looked real. He smiled back, thankful for her understanding.

Not knowing it dug the knife deeper into her heart.

He was siding with her abuser, and she wasn't sure he understood the weight of that.

She was also scared, scared Jeongguk would tear his self worth apart in the same way. But she also knew what it was like to be stuck.

Forcing Taehyung to stay would only worsen the situation.

She knew what it was like when people told her to leave. Just leave.

"Go."

The sandy haired man walked away, figure slowly disappearing.

Jimin turned to Celine, face full of sorrow. Knowing that each time Taehyung grew closer to the other man, he would become more and more heart broken.

"Why did you tell him to go Celine? Jeongguk still fucked up. It will take a toll on Taehyung."

The brunette placed a small kiss on his cheek, truly startling him. Skin tingling, where she had touched. All other thoughts fading away in her gaze of care and kindness. Calming his frenzied mind in ways that he needed.

"Telling him to stay would only push him further away. We have to stay here on the sideline to pick up the pieces after. He did that for me, and I'll do the same for him. Even if it hurts." Celine said, smiling sadly as she grabbed onto Jimin's larger hand.

The man mirrored her, fingers interlocking. His cheeks lifting until his eyes disappeared. His thumb caressing her hand like a rose petal.

The magic of his gaze meeting hers, and bringing her into his galaxy of night. He pulled her close, her hands landing on his chest as she leaned in for support. Their breaths mingling together as they became silver and gold.

Jimin leaned down, his red lips landing a soft kiss on the girl's forehead. Melting her heart and soul.

"I couldn't be more glad, that I couldn't help but fall in love with the most beautiful girl in the world."

And Celine knew he did not mean her face, or her body.

He meant what was inside of her. That the eye couldn't see, but what his heart could behold.

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(A/N): so this is the chapter before the last. 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

I really never expected this. To have so many people read this. Y'all are seriously amazing and intellectuals and make this book even better by all your great comments 💓💓💓💓 I could have never finished without y'all.

If the first part seemed familiar, it was. The first couple paragraphs are from the first chapter descent. I like to mirror things like that, I feel it shows growth and adds nostalgia. I really hoped you liked it. Please comment and give your thoughts as much as you can.

Wow. Just freaking wow.

With this chapter, I really hoped to wrap things up. To show each characters growth, and acknowledge what happened throughout the book.

And to honestly bring Jimin and Celine back together.

Their love, is something I believe in. One that transcends rationality and thought at first, but then blooms into something real.

I really hope that this book meant something to each of you in a way, or at least made you think.

Now, I'm going to explain some of the characters just a bit so you can see what I was trying to accomplish in this book. I hope it helps!!! If you have any questions, ask!

Celine: was meant to challenge woman's standards/societal roles. She overcame adversity with her family, and what other people thought of her when they found out she was a sex worker. She struggled with her self worth the entire time, and that's why she wasn't truly able to love Jimin like she should have.

Jimin: shows that insecurity doesn't just lie with woman. It happens with men too. His character showed that being kind is good, but you also have to learn to stand up for yourself. And even though everyone loved him, and he was so kind, he still made mistakes (there is bad in good) He also struggled with self image, which he was able to help Celine with. And her him. They not only loved each other, they helped each other grow into better people.

That's true love right there.

Jimin and Celine: though they were doing something so inherently sinful, it was always pure for both of them. Their intentions were never harmful, but their actions were. I tried to make a couple so likable and real that it made people forget that they were having an affair. It was obvious they were meant to be together.

Jeongguk: looks perfect on the outside, but is rotten internally. Just like him and Celine's relationship, it was truly broken on the inside. The perfection was just for show. Meant to comment on how people are raised, can really change and effect their character.

Jeongguk and Jimin: are complete opposites of each other in the book. Physically (black hair/silver hair/night day/handsome/pretty/aggressive/delicate). And personality wise (selfish/selfless/angry/calm/lustful/loving). The constrast was so obvious, because I was trying to comment on relationships. People often settle (Celine for Jeongguk) when they feel they aren't worth what they truly want. Celine when she found Jimin was her idea of perfection in every way, but too worried she wasn't good enough. Overall these two characters were meant to show the "good within bad" and the "bad within good." Jimin (good) had an affair (bad). Jeongguk (bad) by lying and emtional abuse, yet at the end apologized and realized his mistakes (good). Not everyone is one or the other. It shows you can't truly ever judge a person correctly. Good people do bad things and vice versa.

What's important is that they learn from it.

—-> it was also meant to show the difference between a healthy/unhealthy relationship. No one should EVER stay with a Jeongguk. Always strive to have a Jimin or a person who treats you like a Jimin. Each one of you is valuable (just as Celine learned) and don't forget that.

Mia: death in the family is something so difficult to overcome. This comes from experience, and how I've dealt with losing loved ones.