"Don't let me show cruelty
Though I may make mistakes
Don't let me show ugliness
Though I know I can hate
And don't let me show evil
Though it might be all I take." Show Me Love-Hundred Waters

Check out my story Solace! It's a Taehyung fanfic :)

Sometimes it felt like Celine was running further and further away from herself.

Some could say it's her fault, but fate is a bitch. It's often, that her past plays throughout her mind. She closes her eyes, trying to pin point everything she could have done differently. Paying attention to everyone around her with extricating detail.

Regretting.

So many mistakes.

Why did it feel like grasping for a reality that didn't exist?

Every night she dreams. Or one could call it a nightmare.

Because she fucked up, royally.

Up until Kim Celine was sixteen, she had a perfect life.

Rich and loving parents.

Huge house.

A cute boyfriend.

Five amazing best friends.

And two, fantastic older siblings.

A brother named Sky. He was being mentored to take over the company one day.

A sister named Mia. She liked to paint, just like her. She taught her everything she knew.

Her family and friends loved her. She loved them. They loved her stubborn and willful personality. Allowed her to blossom and grow as a person. They supported her through everything.

It was around her sixteenth birthday when it happened.

It was a rainy day. Like any other.

Celine loved when the sky was gray. But it often left her feeling bored. Her parents were out, brother probably out with his girl friend. She tried face timing her friends, but they were all busy.

She walked around her large house, reminiscing in old times. Listening to the soft droplets of water hit the shallow roof. How when she was younger, she used to run around the halls and stomp as loud as oncoming thunder. 

A door was open to Mia's room.

The younger sibling peeked in, seeing her sister's arm move gently up and down. Mia was in front of a canvas, but she couldn't tell what her sister was painting.

She walked in without a second thought. They weren't hateful sisters. Fighting was something they never could partake in. Mia was only two years older, so they always had many things in common.

Mia turned around, hearing the door crack.

"Hey Celine, come check this out!" Her beautiful sister said, waving her paint colored hand.

The younger returned the smile, walking closer.

Her sister had the longest black hair. Much darker than her own. Her eyes were very small, and prettily upturned. Her nose was round and small, meeting her wide lips in an interesting way.

A scar ran from her eyebrow to her chin, across the middle of her face. Celine never minded it, she heard it was from when Mia was little. No one ever explained exactly how she got it. The young girl thought it added complexity to her sister's face.

But people were mean.

She never understood why people thought her sister was ugly. To her, she was the most beautiful person in the whole world. Someone that everyone should aspire to be.

But the world was often cruel.

They praised Celine for her "beauty". Her parents often took them to their work parties. Mia often got ignored at galas. They often talked about the Kim's "good looking children." They would gloat, ask about them even more.

People would ask Sky and Celine questions, offer them start up jobs. Would praise them for talents they didn't possess.

Mia would stand to the side, with her head down. She would smile politely, never fighting back with words. Celine would get angry, but then she'd feel a soft touch on the back of her hand. One look at her sister's kind face would calm her down.

"They aren't worth it." She'd say.

Celine never understood how she could be so kind.

Mia wasn't a jealous person. She was thoughtful, considerate, and well spoken. She never hurt anyone's feelings. Was as gentle as a kitten.

She was fire; her sister the ice.

For they cared more about shiny hair, and perfect skin than a pretty smile and a good heart.

Her sister never hated her for it.

But Celine always resented her pretty face. Never liked it. For apparent beauty felt worthless to her.

Because she saw her sister paint.

Mia never boasted, never once bragged. But she should have. Celine would sit for hours, as her sister would skillfully move around a small brush. She'd talk to Celine, tell her everything she knew.

Then, the younger sibling would go to her room. Try to recreate the master pieces her sister made. But it never worked out. Instead, she'd sit there crying, wishing that she could be more talented. More beautiful.

For whatever was inside her sister translated on the canvas as art.

All those people, all of her parents colleagues didn't get it. That pure talent, that raw ambition are beautiful. Being able to turn a blank piece of nothing into something mesmerizing.

That wish, that burning desire carried in Celine till that day.

Currently, Mia was working on a black and white piece. She couldn't tell what it was, all she could make out was a sky filled with stars.

"Mia?"

"Yes?"

"I want to practice driving before I take my test. Can we go out today? We can get food."

"Can I finish this painting first?"

"Please. It's my birthday and everyone will be gone until later tonight. My friends texted me earlier but now they aren't answering, spend time with me?"

She wished she hadn't asked.

She wished Mia would have just said no.

She wished that her sister never put that paint brush down.

"Sure, bud. Only because it's your birthday."

They got in their red car, smiling as they did so. Celine had her permit in the drivers seat. She made sure her sister was all buckled before she pulled out of the long winding driveway.

They got hit on the right side. A drunk driver lost control of the vehicle due to the rain. They drove away from the scene.

Mia died on impact. Celine was scratched up badly, her collarbone and arm basically shattered.

When she came to, everything was a blur.

Her mother was weeping, her father holding her gasping body to his. He looked at his younger daughter, face stony cold. Sky, standing to the side face pale as the moon.

Celine felt dread fill her body. It seemed like the room was closing in on her.

"Where is Mia? Is Mia okay? It all happened so fast." She said, sitting in her hospital bed. Nothing was making sense.

It all happened so fast.

"Mia is dead."

The words hit her. Collided in her mind with crushing metal and shattered glass.

"No, you're lying."

Her sister couldn't be dead. There was no way that was possible. Mia was too good.

"It's your fault."

Her mom, looked at her with a hateful glare. The one who'd tuck her in and pepper her with kisses.

Father, trying to hold his wife back. Giving his younger daughter the same look.

Her brother just walked out of the room.

Her mom said it was Celine's fault Mia died.

They all believe it. They all believe she killed Mia.

"It was an accident." Was all she could mutter out.

She couldn't cry, she was shell shocked. Paralyzed from what was happening.

"It's your fault."

And no matter how much she denies it, no one believed her. Even when the report came out. Even on the security cameras, that watched the car run into her first.

Celine barely had time to mourn her sister's death. Her family made sure of it. She'd lost her sister to death, and everyone else that day.

Perfect life gone in a matter of seconds.

She felt guilt, crippling guilt. For she was the one driving. The one person who meant everything to her was gone. Even though it's wasn't Celine's fault, it sure felt like it. Along with being shunned by her family, she wished she was the one who died.

But Celine decided it's because the rest of her life was punishment. Every breath she took alive without her family would be torture.

Her family didn't care. They mourned the loss of a child they never fully accepted. They wanted someone to take the blame.

When she was released from the hospital, she tried to go home. When she walked in, the greeting was less than pleasant.

Her dad slapped her for the first time, ever. Told her she'd be cut off. That she'd have to show up to galas, but after that would go somewhere else. The man didn't want a murderer in his house.

I didn't murder anyone. It was an accident.

Her mother cried, ignored her. She didn't visit the hospital when she was injured. She didn't tell her when the funeral was. She cried out, saying she had no daughters left.

They were all dead. That was true.

I loved her more than you ever could.

Celine's friends didn't want to associate with her. They completely ignored her. She only got one text: you're going to hell. Their parents didn't want bad publicity. Guilt by association.

I'm not a monster.

It was hard to explain how she felt. Numb.

Maybe she deserved it all.

Sky was the only one left who cared. But he wanted the company, so he told her they had to cut off all contact.

What about me? Does anyone care about me?

Not before he told her about Sugar Daddying. Told her it was the best way to make a living as a pretty girl such as herself.

She had to do it, because there was no one left to help her out. She was alone. At age 16.

So she waited until the funeral. Sky told her when it was.

She wore a black dress, and went to her family home for the last time.

Celine walked in the house, straight to Mia's room.

It was untouched, unbroken. Everything still smelt like her. Everything left in its place as if anticipating her homecoming.

And in the middle of the room, was her unfinished painting.

A sky full of stars, only in black and white.

Celine vowed that day she would finish the painting. Just like Mia would have done it.

It kept her alive.

That was one thing Celine was proud of. She never gave up, never tried to take her own life.

Jeongguk and everyone else hated her paintings, because they all had a common theme. They had a black and white sky with stars. Even if it didn't make sense.

Because even when everyone turned on her, at least she'd have this. At least she'd have her art.

The one thing that was kept sane after losing everything.

But she gained things back.

A boyfriend.

Money.

A wonderful home.

Friends.

A chance at art.

Why did she still feel incomplete?

----------------------------------------------

"Hello?" Said a familiar voice over the phone.

Celine took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. To quickly go over what she'd say to him.

But that all flew out the window as she spoke.

"Why the fuck did you buy me a present like that?"

Instead of Jimin getting angry, he just laughed. For like five minutes, which started to piss her off.

"I'm a Sugar Daddy, remember?" The man said, the laughter still lingering between his words.

She could imagine him, all haughty and smirking.

"Yeah but, how did you know exactly what to get me?" Celine asked, suspicion finally taking over. Her stubborn edge wouldn't let the phone call end without answers.

"I asked around." Jimin stated in a blasé manner, as if anyone could get that information.

"Seriously? Only Jeongguk knows that stuff."

Jimin was sitting in his office, calm as ever. His feet were crossed over his desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Celine had no clue that Jimin was planning everything. He wanted her to ask him. He wanted her to know that he always puts meticulous thought into everything he does.

"I know, because that's who I asked."

Celine was mortified. Did he think that was a good idea? Was he trying to get them caught.

"I can't believe-" She started off angrily.

"He didn't suspect anything. He thought I was curious, which I was." Jimin interrupted smoothly, showing no signs of distress.

Jimin was lying though. For the truth almost seemed worse. When she was high with him the other night, she wouldn't stop talking about her favorite shop in Paris.

And how much she longed to buy an easel.

But it felt to personal. So Jimin locked up the memory of her cutely rambling, and spoke of other stories.

This mediated the rising tension within her. It brought her back to the real reason she called. His intentions.

"But why? Why spend all the time and effort." She felt her heart skip a beat when she asked.

For some reason she was nervous. Whether the answer was good or bad, she wasn't sure what she wanted to hear.

Did she truly want to know why?

If it meant something for him, she'd have to end it now. If it didn't, then she wouldn't know how to feel. Her feelings with him were more complex than anything.

Jimin sighed, she could hear him rustle around on the other side.

"I felt bad about the other night. You seemed really upset. I thought you'd appreciate it, you know in order to work on your portfolio. I'm just helping you out, because my gallery deserves the best. Stop making it sound so sappy." The silver haired man stated, his voice light and airy. The last part was meant in a joking manner.

Nothing affecting him in the slightest.

Celine paused for a second, shame filling her chest. It was stupid of her to even ask. Of course it meant nothing in particular.

"Sorry, it really was sweet. It was actually the most thoughtful thing anyone's done for me." She said, feeling her cheeks heat up.

It was a good thing, that he felt bad for her.

That's what she wanted.

"It's not that deep." Jimin continued, chuckling cutely.

His laugh kept her from feeling truly embarrassed. The 21 year old had a certain ability to make Celine feel more comfortable and free. She joined in with him as well, smiling at the silly misinterpretation.

One that could have made her end their deal within a second.

"I know, but thanks anyways." She said politely. The girl was way less nervous now, after he joked around a bit and made her laugh.

"It's fine. I was thinking we could meet up tonight." Jimin said, just as Celine went to take a sip of water from the glass she was holding.

She started coughing, spewing water across her and Jeongguk's bed sheets.

"Oh, um, really?"

"Yes? Do you not want $7,000?" Jimin asked, voice taunting her in a cunning way.

"You know I do." Unable to hide her desperation, she just went with it.

"Good. Meet me at 800 devil street. Wear something red."

Her felt her body tense at the request. She rolled over on her stomach, putting on her best smile. Tightening her grip on the phone.

"Okay sugar daddy, whatever you say." Celine said in a sultry voice. It was meant to be a joke, but it came out more in a serious way.

She then felt embarrassed, unsure if Jimin would find it unfunny or creepy. So she just sat there, wanting to die with her eyes clenched closed.

"Don't say that unless you want to make the title permanent." Jimin replied, voice barely a hushed whisper.

She felt her body feel with heat as his deeper voice flooded through her device.

Oh shit what had she done?

Apparently it worked all too well.

There's no point in stopping now.

She liked the way he was almost panting. The way he sounded pissed off. Like he wanted to teach her a few lessons.

Most of all she liked having the upper hand on him. It was easy with other men to do it. But Jimin was always one step ahead, the one dazzling her to no end.

"Maybe I want to." Celine said innocently, loving the control she had over him.

"Celine, I'm in public." Jimin said, moaning out in frustration.

A huge smile stretched across her face. Loving the effect she had on him. Celine almost wished he was in front of her.

"What?" She asked, voice higher pitches. Playing dumb to his problem.

"I have to go. See you tonight."

"Bye, daddy."

"Jesus Christ Ce-"

It hit her then that she would actually have to meet him. That her time off from work would finally come to an end.

Her heart was racing. This was the first time since that night, that they would be meeting for money. That first night where her life fell deeper into a sad darkness.

She knew him on a personal level. They'd become friends in a weird way. They bonded on a different level than before. This wasn't any sugar daddy. But she had to pretend it was. In order to keep things from getting weird.

Celine remembered what Jimin said clearly,"You live a double life. One during the day, one at night."

In order to do this, and stay sane, she'd have to play two characters in the drama of her life. Tonight she'd be Angel. Angel is there to make her sugar daddy happy.

And Jimin would be just another man. Not the one that was her friend, not the one who enjoyed art or the sky. He was just a rich man. A good looking rich man.

Things in her life had to be kept separate.

That would be her new reality. Where all she had to do was please Jimin and make money. This was the only way.

The only way to avoid feeling like she hurt Jeongguk.

The only way to keep going with Jimin.

She had to be someone else.

But the question was this person who she really was? Or who she wanted to be?

She started to get ready before Jeongguk was home. Getting caught in what she was dressed in would surely cause trouble.

The girl had worn her favorite red dress, an off the shoulder piece that fit perfectly to her body. Made of blood red silk. One that ended a few inches above the knee. Black heels that made her only two inches taller. A silver choker with a ruby crescent moon. She wore darker makeup, lining her golden eyes with a smoke color. Deep burgundy lipstick. Curling her long hair took a while, but it was worth it.

Tonight she needed to feel confident. She needed to become her usual self. To feel like the most successful sugar baby that she already was.

Because she was nervous as hell.

Scared.

Excited.

Sad.

Lonely.

Happy.

But...

It was guilty anticipation that won out.

Right before she left the phone started to ring. Much to her dismay, it was Jeongguk.

Now all I was feeling was the guilt.

"Hey, where are you?"

I'm sorry.

"At work. Are you home?"

A lie. I knew the answer already.

"Yeah, I just wanted to call and see how your day went."

Thank you. But I'm a piece of shit. You shouldn't care.

"It was good."

Short and simple. Not entirely a lie.

"Good, I'll let you get back. I'm going to order out, then sleep. Work was crazy today. I was hoping I'd see you before you left."

Why do I deserve someone like you?

"I'm sorry Kookie."

Sorry for being this way. Sorry for knowing I am hurting you without your knowledge. I'm sorry that I'm meeting Jimin, I know I shouldn't but I'm doing it anyways.

"It's fine, I'll see you later honey. Love you."

You wouldn't if you knew what I was about to do.

"Love you too."

The only truth I could tell.

The sad part is, that my love didn't keep me from leaving.

Celine realized she should have just told Jimin to pick her up. It was freezing as hell, and the stupid uber driver dropped her off several blocks away.

The driver said something like "you need to be rich to drive on that street."

It's never happened to her before. She was pretty sure streets aren't designated for rich people. But also, it was very possible. Park Jimin was just bad and boujee.

She walked down the sidewalk at a fast pace, wrapping her black coat tighter around her. Ignoring strange jeers from guys hanging around. Cat calling was stupid, but guys never truly understood that did they?

Luckily she made it safely to the address Jimin gave her. On the outside, it looked like dark black painted building. The windows were so tinted she couldn't see inside.

The red neon sign above her head read,"The Apple of Eden."

Had Jimin invited her to a strip club?

Not that she minded that much. If he was into that. This place looked pretty sick from the outside. But from the ominous look of it, she wasn't sure whether to step inside. Pulling out her phone, she just ready to dial the silver haired man's number.

The front door opened suddenly, causing her to jump. A huge guy came out, wearing an all black suit and super dark shades. He looked like he could be six foot something. Obviously he was the bouncer to this place.

The big scary guy faced her, causing her to jump again. She tried to play it off, causing her to almost trip over her feet.

"CEO Park is waiting for you inside." Spoke the tall man. His voice was surprisingly less deep then she suspected.

Instead of questioning how he knew who she was, the girl just went with it. Jimin has his ways, all rich people do. It's what makes them wealthy in other categories.

"O-okay. But first, why the shades?" She asked, stepping forward a bit. The long legged brunette was ready to run if he got pissed.

"Because it's stylish. Hurry up, Mr. Park doesn't like to wait."

Of course she listened to the scary man and basically ran through the door.

Celine let out an audible gasp as she walked inside. A person came to take her jacket, but she barely noticed as she looked around.

Smooth, deep house music played, in contrast to the bright sounds Hoseok's club emitted. The space was smaller, but no less mesmerizing. Many people moving slowly, against each other on the dance floor. The bar filled with pretty couples and friends who just wanted a night of fun. Red lights bathing people in a cherry red glow.

The whole place was colored red and black. Black shiny walls, red luxurious velvet seats and curtains. Like you'd imagine a vampire's lair to look like. Aesthetically pleasing. Sexy and classic in a morbidly dark way.

It made her despise Jimin even more.

Even the places he liked to hang out were perfect.

She stood there in awe, lights turning her dark hair into cherry cola. Golden eyes bursting with enjoyment. Completely lost in the sensation of warmth and winter.

"Hello babe." Spoke a gentle voice in her ear. She felt a muscular arm wrap around her waist, pulling her against his hard chest.

"Hi Jimin." She painted out, lips parted on their own accord. The sudden feeling of him against her, velvet voice caressing her caught her off guard.

With everything else she was losing her sense of self, letting her arms fall against his, pushing herself closer to his chest.

"Has anyone ever told you how goddess-like you look in satin?" Jimin said, suddenly turning her around in his arms.

She felt her nerves come back as she took in his appearance. His silver hair was styled messily in curly waves. He wore a black shirt, red hearts and cigarettes dotting the material. The top unbuttoned, the top tucked in. Tight black pants. All making his pale skin and delicate features stand out. Eyes looking as dark red as the lights around him.

It took everything in Celine to not reach for him again. To not press herself against him. Instead, she decided to compose herself. The same feeling of wanting power earlier, she wished for tonight.

"Has anyone ever told you I hate compliments?" Celine said, a dark eyebrow raised. She placed her hands and her hips, and avoided the dark way Jimin looked her up and down.

The way whenever she move, he unconsciously followed after.

"You hate compliments?" The light haired man asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, I don't know why. Don't let me ruin the mood." The red clad girl said, she wanted to avoid anything personal tonight.

Anything that would make it harder to detach herself from the situation.

But Jimin, tended to not let things go. Instead, he insisted that she give up that piece of information, much to all of her protests.

"You're not. Tell me." He said, arms crossed across his chest. His stare unwavering from her eyes. She kept her mouth closed, starting an unlikely staring contest.

He wasn't going to give up. So she gave in.

"I just don't like attention in that way. It's selfish and spoiled and really annoying, but I hate being called pretty. Basically comments on just my appearance. It always leaves me wanting more."

It sounded petty. It sounded stupid. But how could she tell him? That she didn't like being called pretty or beautiful all the time.

How most of the time she just felt like a vase of flowers. There to be looked at and picked but never truly known about. Like what type of flower, or the amount of water needed for it to grow.

Just the simple act of pleasing the eye.

"I get it." Jimin said, nodding his head slightly, his lips pursed with thought.

"You do?" Celine asked, an eyebrow lifted with scrutiny.

He nodded again, darkly lined eyes widening.

She didn't believe him.

"Of course I do."

She walked forward, gauging his response. His eyes flickered from her eyes, to her body, and eventually landed on her lips. But still, he kept his hands to his sides, not touching. Not allowing her to take over.

The experienced girl looked up through her lashes, watched as he caught his breath.

"Then show me."

The suave man smiled, pulling on her wrist a bit. He motioned for her to follow him further into the place. She followed him, away from the door to a more secluded spot.

His face was fully painted red now, and emblem of the night.

"Alright, the reason why I find you so beautiful is your appreciation for life. Not many people have that depth within them. I've seen that you're the type of person to admire the stars instead of admiring their reflection."

He did exactly as I asked.

Why did his words feel like waking up? Why did his words feel so satisfying? Why did they blossom like Spring? Why did they carry enough wait to make her want to cry?

and why did he look at her as if she were the only other person in this messed up world?

Celine felt something.

She wanted to feel numb.

"Jesus Christ I need a drink." She said, pulling on his shirt away from the corner. He followed after her, without even questioning it.

Her destination was the bar.

They walked over, sitting on some soft stools. Celine bit her lip, avoiding everything Park Jimin. Looking at the ceiling. Looking at her nails. Looking anywhere but at his pretty face; the boy could make her melt with his voice.

"Was that good?" He asked, ruining the peace she has created for herself. The place where she pretended he never complimented her like she always wanted to be.

With respect and real thought. Not just about her face or body. But complimented her interior.

Why had Jeongguk ignored her the other night when she asked the same of him?

"Were you being serious?" She asked, finally meeting his eyes again. It caused her stomach to jump, when he already met her with an apparent intensity.

Jimin smiled slightly, reaching for her hand on the table top. She moved it away, not allowing him to fully grasp it. He bit his lip looking down self consciously. Instead he let his fingers trail across the top of her hand like a breeze.

"Just know that I won't take words for granted with you." Jimin said, forcing her to almost stop breathing.

It was hard to move when he said things like that. Things that made her feel alive.

"What would you guys like?" Said an annoyed looking bartender. Celine guessed he had been waiting while they had their private conversation. The man had purplish hair, and tan skin. He was tall, and seemed like a really cute guy when he wasn't grumpy.

Jimin looked towards him, giving the guy a look. The man must have realized then that it was CEO Park, because e almost dropped the bottle of alcohol he was holding. Straightening up, the man put a large smile on his face showing two deep dimples. Celine felt like they should be illegal.

"Hello Namjoon. Vodka cranberry, and what would you like Celine?" Jimin asked, surprisingly. Celine lurched back, caught off guard for the third time tonight. She just didn't expect him to ask.

She remembered what Jeongguk said last night. About the calories. Maybe she was starting to let herself go. And how she was a messy drunk. Looking stupid was not her goal, so she decided on a safer option.

"Oh, a diet with rum please." Celine said quietly, almost shamefully to Jimin.

Jimin gave her a look, wondering to himself why she looked so down. Before she was sitting confidently in her dark dress, but now she was more slumped. Eyes downcast.

She was so intriguing. He never had any clue had any clue what she was thinking. But he also had a feeling he'd be the only one who could ever understand her.

"Are you sure? You can have anything you want."

Celine perked back up, a smile reclaiming her expression.

"You know what, I'll have a Long Island Ice Tea."

Namjoon nodded his head, giving them both a polite nod. He immediately began mixing for them, ice and alcohol being thrown around.

"That's your drink. They rim the glass with enough sodium to be almost as salty as you." Jimin said sarcastically, blowing her a fake kiss.

Celine pretended to grab it from the air, making Jimin laugh. She liked the way his eyes crinkled up, white teeth making an appearance. His smile made her feel giddy, Celine was never giddy.

Namjoon slid Jimin his drink, the red liquid looking almost like wine.

"I hope you choke on your vodka." Celine said, sending the middle finger to the attractive man.

She watched, kind of appalled as the lithe man lifted the drink up. He downed the drink like a shot, his neck veins showing as he tilted his neck back. He slammed the glass on the counter, looking at her with a cocky expression. The only thing left was a cherry and it's stem on the bottom.

"You see, the thing is, I'm an expert." He said with a smile.

Jimin plucked the fruit from the glass. He wrapped his lips around it, their plump appearance gaining her attention and making her mouth water. He bit into the cherry, staining them darker. He made direct eye contact with her as he plucked off the stem and putting it on his tongue. He swirled it around his mouth and within seconds he pulled the green stem out.

Completely tied.

With the same tongue and mouth that did wonders to her.

It made her shift around uncomfortably, unable to look away from the sight. He knew it too.

"Not going to lie, that kind of turned me on." Celine said, still staring at his now red stained lips.

"That was the point babe." Jimin said, winking at the stunned girl.

Causing her to down the rest of her drink in a second. What could she say.

The rich man was a thirst trap. With a talented mouth.

They drank until both felt the warm buzz. Both high off of expectation. Drank until they became dizzy, and their inhibitions were less guarded. Without even knowing, they had moved closer together. Intertwined in conversation, laughter, and something else neither could name.

Celine became a little less cold. And Jimin became a lot more enthralled.

It was then that Celine decided she had to move around. She wasn't sure what would happen if she kept sitting there with him. What better way to clear your head then to dance?

"Um, where are you going?" Jimin asked as she got off her chair. Celine looked back, world whizzing around a bit more slowly. She watched his heavy eyes narrow at her.

"I was going to go dance." She said, starting to walk away. The dance floor was more filled now, she could find someone to chill with.

But Jimin grabbed onto her wrist. Stopping her from moving, causing her to lean on him in order not to fall.

"Without me?" The silver haired man eyes, silken voice only slurred slightly.

It was crazy, the way his gaze made her feel. Celine was supposed to be getting away from him, away from the heat.

Say you want to be alone.

"You can dance?" Her drunk mouth asked instead.

Jimin slyly smiled, getting up out of his seat. Brining him much closer to her before. She wanted to taste the cherry left on his lips.

"I'll let you decide."

Jimin held her hand, leading them into the mass of bodies. The air was warmer there, thicker. The red lights flashed across the crowd eerily mimicking a siren. The man in front of her kept looking back, sending her small smiles along the way. She got used to the way his hand interlocked with hers, never letting go.

When they got to the center the song changed. The beat was so slow and deep, she wondered how anyone could dance to it. She watched, Jimin framed by the light in front of him.

He started to move him smooth hips, his body rolling from top to bottom. His thighs strained against the material of his pants, chest taut through the open buttons of his shirt. From the intense look on his face, he didn't care about anyone else. Celine couldn't help but think it was the sexiest thing in the world. The man moved so gracefully I could have just stood and watched forever.

He motioned for Celine to come closer. She moved as in a trance towards him. The music slid up and down, as he twirled her around with one hand. Again her back ended up pressed to his chest.

They were both sweaty messes, but it didn't matter. They felt like they were the only people in the room.

Celine fell into the sensation of him, copying his movements. First her hips moved side to side, his hands played across her ribcage. She started to feel less insecure, her dancing skills coming back to her groggy mind.

Her head rolled back into his strong shoulder as she moved against him, bodies occasionally brushing. Feeling bold, she reached back with her hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck. Celine swiveled down, swaying her hips and coming back up.

Jimin pulled her passionately back to him, hands grazing lower onto her hip bones. He leaned down, lips brushing up against her neck. They started to roll together to the music, feeling it course through there veins like blood.

Jimin licked up the side of her neck, landing a soft kiss on the back of it.

Celine's eyes widened, her body almost collapsing against them. They both were teasing each other too much. At this point, they were both in agony.

"Let's go." Jimin said, letting out a gruff command.

All Celine could do was whimper as he pulled away from her. The now buzzed couple moved away from the dance floor, holding hands as they basically ran away.

Jimin was frantic as he took them to a room upstairs. It was the one he always rented if he stayed the night with friends. They both tumbled into the room, slamming and locking the door behind them.

He asked if she was too drunk to do this. She said no. She asked him the same thing. He also said no. They both undressed, her silk wear falling to the floor as he unzipped it. Leaving trails of kiss up her spine. She undid his pants and shirt, leaving a lipstick stain across his bare chest. They were left only in their underwear, almost completely vulnerable with each other again.

Just like the first time.

But this wasn't supposed to happen again. But it was anyways. They remembered that very clearly. The feeling of wrongness was tangible in the air.

The fervency was lost, due to their complex emotions. Instead there was an overwhelming lust. One that couldn't be rushed or explained.

It was silent for a second, as the pair just looked at each other. Celine filled with desire.

Jimin filled with something he couldn't describe as he looked at the girl before him. The one with the wild curly hair and the passion filled eyes and the swollen lips and the honey skin and the beautiful soul to wrap it all up.

"Why do you make me feel this way?" Jimin asked, moving closer to Celine.

She swallowed heavily, the light in the room filling the contours of his chiseled abdomen.

"Like what." She asked, feeling her chest rise up and down at a quicker pace.

Celine didn't know what he was about to say. It terrified her.

Because she was certain she felt the same way.

Jimin reached for her, fingers caressing the soft skin of her face. Liking the way she smiled at the feeling. Wondering why there was a burning ache in his chest.

"Like I'm on my descent. A fallen angel, ready to meet their fate on earth. I can't stop the fall, but I'm not sure if I want to." Jimin said, face showing an endearing tenderness Celine had never experienced before.

Celine hated the expression. She wanted to destroy it with every fiber of her being.

He couldn't look at her that way.

"I could say the same about you. But I feel like we're closer to hell." Celine said, drawing out every word so he would disintegrate under them.

She saw the change. She saw the way he let himself go.

"In that case, let's be as sinful as we'd like." Jimin answered without a conscience.

They both new it was over for them.

Celine stood in front of him, letting him devour her. Jimin took his time, allowing his mind to decide for him.

He wanted this moment to last forever.

First her pulled her closer by her waist, watched as her golden eyes lit up. Her pretty pink lips parting and eyes fluttering with want. He wrapped his hands around her, feeling the soft silk underneath them. Taking in the beauty of her face, without anyone watching. It was freeing, to look at her the way he wanted with no one around.

Celine was lost in his spell.

The way his desire showed in his eyes, and the way his taut muscles felt. Jimin slid his hand up her chest. His fingers causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Slowly, tantalizing as traced the contours of her collar bones and her neck. She looked into his eyes, basically falling apart as he sent her a knowing smirk. With one last skillful move, his index finger wrapped around her leather choker, pulling on it to bring their lips together.

The kiss was fiery this time. Like the first night, but less sloppy. They knew how to move with each other now. It didn't stop Jimin from biting at her lips, or Celine sliding her tongue into his mouth. The euphoric feeling was addictive.

Celine wondered why it felt so good to kiss him.

Maybe it was because she knew she shouldn't.

Or maybe it was the way he cared if she felt anything too.

He cupped the back of her head, letting his fingers get tangled in her hair. Jimin deepened the kiss, making harder for each to breath. He pulled back, allowing them to fall back on the bed.

Celine hovered over him, dark hair surrounding her like a halo. He reached out to touch her face but she pushed him away.

The girl sat in his lap, feeling his hard on pressing into her. She watched as his face scrunched up, his eyes completely shut. His slightly crooked tooth glinting in the light. She wanted to commit the sinful image to memory.

She slid her arms over his sculpted chest, pinning his arms to the bed. His eyes widened, watching the way her hips moved over him.

Leaning down with a sickly sweet smile, she kissed his pretty collar bone. She started biting, sucking at the pale smooth skin of his chest.

"Hey, I though hickeys were banned?" Jimin said, panting as he barely got the words out.

Celine giggled biting him right underneath his jaw, causing him to moan.

"I never said I wouldn't give you any."

Jimin's eyes were ablaze. He was pretty sure he never felt this good before. And it was all because of her.

But good things weren't meant to last.

As Celine dipped down again, about to kiss a smiling Jimin on the lips, her phone started to ring.

They stopped about an inch from each other.

His dark eyes begged her to ignore it.

And she was going to.

She leaned down, feeling the sweet taste of his lips on hers. They moved together slowly this time. She wondered if she'd ever stop getting butterflies when his plump mouth would move skillfully against hers. Letting go of his arms, she laid her hands on top of his chest. The man started to unclasp her bra, warm fingertips grazing her back. Making her shiver in delight.

Her phone started to ring again.

She pulled away, Jimin had a blank expression on his face.

Celine got off of him, sending him an apologetic expression. She stretched just enough to pick her phone up off the floor.

It was Jeongguk

"Come home now." Was the only text he had left.

Celine felt panic arise in her. While she was off with Jimin, Jeongguk may have been in trouble.

If anything happened to him, she'd be devastated.

"Shit, shit I have to go." Celine cried out, frantically getting off the bed.

Jimin sat up, watching her collect the items of clothing she had around the room. The girl hastily put them on, not really caring what she looked like. After she'd pulled her dress on, and sort of fixed her hair, she turned around ready to say goodbye.

Jimin sat there, just staring.

His expression was one she'd never seen before. It wasn't anger, not happiness, and not frustration.

It was more loneliness.

"Please." The silver haired man only said one word. Half clothed and covered in wine colored sheets. He didn't beg, but he might as well have.

His dead stare was the saddest thing Celine had ever seen.

He was beautiful, this boy. A figment of the greatest imagination. Meticulously crafted to ruin her. A demon in her own personal hell she liked to call life.

"I'm sorry Jimin. I really have to go." She said, turning around again. Hand on the door knob.

Why was it so hard to leave? Even now, she wanted to turn right back around. And dive into the comfort that was him.

Three words. A small, insecure voice.

"Is it him?"

Celine faced him again. His eyes were darker than before, narrowed. His innocent face was left with no trace of good.

"Who?" She asked, genuinely confused. What did he want to hear?

"It is Jeongguk?" Jimin asked, a little more stern now.

Tapping of her foot. Clenching of his jaw. Tensed muscles.

The lingering feeling of what could have been between them.

"Does it make a difference?" She asked, exasperated.

She really didn't want to leave.

He was not making it easier.

But then he let go.

"I guess not. Have a good night Celine." Jimin said, voice sounding back to normal.

He acted like nothing just happened. Like he didn't just beg her to stay. Like the intensity between them had not existed.

As if they were a dream.

"I'm sorry." Celine said, voice cracking. Her body without thought had gotten closer to where he was sitting. Further away from the exit. Her hand was reaching out towards him.

She knew he didn't have feelings for her.

She knew he was paying her.

She knew this was all for fun.

For pleasure.

But she couldn't help but feel like she hurt him.

"Don't be. I should be the sorry one." The man said, waving her off. He'd turned enough, so that only his side profile was showing.

He could barely look at her.

Celine couldn't stand it.

"Jimin, I hate leaving like this. I'll make it up to you." Celine meant it.

Tonight was their night. He was her employer. She didn't expect to get paid either. Why should she?

"Goodnight Celine." He said, sending her a small smile. One that barely met his eyes.

One that reassured her enough. Just enough to leave.

"Goodnight, Jimin." Celine said, closing the door behind her.

She was gone now.

And Jimin was alone.

Knowing that Celine was running back to the person who she actually belonged with.

Trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd only be hers at night.

And that he'd never wake up with her in the morning.

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(A/N): ANOTHER update for y'all! Just want to do a shoutout for everyone. Thank you to all who are showing this book some love! I never really expect much when I post my stories, but this is one I really love. Thanks for all the comments and the votes and the words of encouragement!

What do you think about Celine's past? Her family? Her sister?

Do you think Jimin is being genuine? Why do you think he's willing to betray Jeongguk in order to do that?

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