"Think of me when you're out, when you're out there
I'll beg you nice from my knees
And when the world treats you way too fairly
Well it's a shame I'm a dream"
All I wanted -Paramore

Previously titled "Work of Art"

The day that Celine had been dreading had come. Now was the time.

And she still wasn't ready.

She sat, staring out an open window of the empty room.

Celine liked calling it the empty room because Jeongguk and her never really put anything in there. It was just a white, vast room with floor to ceiling windows on either side.

It didn't feel as empty now.

Celine sat in the middle of it, Jimin's white canvas holder directly in front of her. The dim gray light from the outside created a beautiful glow across the paper. Her shadow mocking her, playing itself across the blank canvas. With her hair messily thrown up in a bun, and dark circles under her eyes, anyone could see she was distressed.

And also covered head to toe in paint.

Luckily Jeongguk left early for work today. She didn't feel like fighting about it. They had made up yesterday, so she wasn't too keen on arguing again.

Maybe it was the stress of their relationship. Maybe it was her family. Maybe it was the weather. But Celine didn't know how to finish the last piece she was creating.

All the other art works were scattered across the floor. 12 pieces of paper lined up across light-washed ash wood.

One a golden sun, turning into that of a moon. Hands holding up both and bringing them together. Filled with a starry sky.

A rose, painted with pain staking detail. Petals navy and white specks representing the cosmos.

Lips, in the middle of the sky. Darkness surrounding the red depths. Blood dripping across the page.

So on and so on.

Her sister truly inspired everything she did.

But the one she was working on. Nothing felt right. The canvas was painted all black. There was no way she was going to leave it like that.

She wanted to do a portrait, but of whom?

Jeongguk. It wouldn't work right now. She'd have to add black paint onto more dark black paint. His face wasn't clear in her mind, but a dark shadow.

Not herself.

She often felt the mirror lied to her. Hated the face that had caused her so much trouble. That had made her money.

Her parents. Her brother.

Faces melded together like burnt plastic. Not showing enough detail, enough humanity.

All dead to her.

Mia, dead to everyone.

She wished a thousand times for some inspiration. Not finding anything worthwhile. Celine gave up, grabbing her speaker and bringing it into the empty room. Music instantly filled the empty room, sound waves echoing around like a lapping sea.

Instantly she felt more deep in herself, more calm.

"So you say you wanna get so high, breath me in like air tonight."

It was the song from the night where she got high. It couldn't leave her head. Rotating and bending around the nerves in her brain. The one that brought her so much solace.

The long haired girl tilted her head back, lulling into the blue feel of the song. Bursting colors of pigment behind her closed lids.

Why not inspire art with the form of another? And it worked.

Because when she closed her eyes, an image appeared.

A face, side profile. Cigarette in hand. Lips expelling smoke, which then faded into the night sky. It was all there.

And it was all what Celine wanted.

Her right hand lifted to the canvas, her eyes opening but the image still there. The young aspiring artist decided to paint. Hands brushing against the smooth white paper. A long stroke, separating the face from the sky. White paint, gray accents.

Lightly tousled hair. Long oval face. Small curved nose. Lips budding like a spring flower.

The sun faded in and out, casting the room in darkness. But Celine had refused to turn on a light. Everything needed to be natural for her to work properly. Wisps of hair kept floating into her eyes, which she'd quickly push away.

The image started to form. First with the face. At the edge of the paper. Cheek bones and jaw appearing at stark angles.

Then with the stars. The same ones that appeared in every painting.

The nose, gently floating against the backdrop.

And the lips, puffing out smoke gently into the atmosphere.

Cradling a cigarette in their nimble tips.

All carved out with black and white. The eyes as black as onyx.

And then Celine stopped, letting her paint brush hit the palette. A little bit of pigment splashed onto her hand. It didn't bother her.

The brunette couldn't stop staring at her work. The finished person looked familiar. Of course it was.

She didn't want to unpack why.

Staring at the piece caused a stir in her stomach. The more she looked, the more she wanted to smile. A wistful one did appear on her face. Something about this painting felt right. Like something finally made sense.

Surprisingly happy with the product, the young girl set up a fan to dry it off in time. Thought without the distraction of creating something, she was left to her own thoughts. Standing in the empty room didn't help, instead it increased the speed of her heart and made her palms sweaty.

Celine still had three hours till her and Jimin met. Crawling out of her skin and dying would be an easier, and less intimidating option right now.

Jimin had been kind to her. Even the first time they met, even though he was a bit harsh. But, she didn't expect him to be as kind about this. The gallery was his livelihood, he wouldn't let her off easily. This was a professional meeting. One where he'd have to judge her, and everything that she holds close to her heart.

She remembered the last time her art was reviewed. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life.

"What is this?" Said the burly man in front of her. He was Mr. Min. Large body, talk stature, small intrusive eyes, and a dark black beard. They sat across from each other, as he looked at her portfolio.

Celine was dressed in a cute pink dress, hair braided.

He was in a dark suit, unwavering from her.

It felt like every part of him was made to intimidate her.

"It's a heart, sir." She said, coughing in her theist unintentionally. It was pretty obvious what it was. She was wondering why he was looking at the painting as if it were a jigsaw puzzle.

"And why is it floating in space?" The rich and influential man asked. He wasn't even looking at how she made it.

How many times she layered the red paint. How every star took her thirty minutes. How the strokes she used were quality.

The question caught her off guard. You were supposed to feel it, not ask.

"Because love it like that. You kind of love alone, before you find the right person." She felt her stomach flutter a bit as she said it. The work he was holding was her favorite piece of the moment.

The one that reminded her of how she felt for Jeongguk.

The old man nodded his head, looking completely bored. It made Celine feel sick to her stomach. She knew that it wasn't going well.

"Interesting." He said, pulling out another painting from the folder. The man did it without care, almost ripping off one of the edges.

"And this is..."

Celine took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm,"A tree, sir."

"And why, is there a car underneath it?" He asked, cocking his large head to the side.

"Well because-" She started to explain, but got cut off by his hand waving in front of her.

The old man shook his head side to side, the peppered gray throughout his hair glinting in the light. His nonexistent lips were pursed into a straight line.

"Never mind. I don't truly want to know. Your work isn't right for our institution. It's repetitive. Lacks sense. It's nothing we need."

He said it so quickly, with no sympathy. Stuffing her artwork back into the folder without a second look. So rough, that Celine could barely process the words. She tried to take in a breath, but it felt like boiling water pouring down her lungs.

"Oh, alright. Sorry for wasting your time." She said, forcing the words out. The tears had already pooled into her eyes.

I'm hurting so much. I'll never be good enough.

"Why say sorry? It's not like you can give it back to me." The man said, laughing at his own unfunny joke.

"Excuse me?" Celine asked, taken aback by his words. The response he gave her was not expected.

"Just never mind. Tell Jeon Jeongguk to set up another business meeting."

"You know Jeongguk?" Celine blurted out. She was completely frozen at the table, as the man was scrambling to get his briefcase.

He checked his watch, twitching as he saw the time, "That's the only reason why I'm looking at your work, sweetie."

Celine's heart sank as she connected the dots. That's not what she had thought. The man had said to her that he saw her work online. It wasn't her work that caught his eye. It was Jeongguk's money and social status.

The acknowledgment of that made her face a tomato.

She felt so much gratitude for her boyfriend. Though it was embarrassing, he cared enough to try to make her feel talented.

"Oh, well thank you anyways." She said, her head falling limply to look at her chest. She felt dead inside. When would she ever be good enough?

"Yeah, its fine. Have you tried modeling? I wouldn't mind taking pictures of you." The man said, pausing for a second before he walked away.

Celine felt a shiver go up her spine, as the older man looked her up and down. He gave her a slimy look while winking.

She swallowed the bile in her throat, trying to calm down. He was the type of man she usually dealt with. Entitled and way too proud. Again, underestimating her because of her looks.

When would anything ever change?

"No, and I never will. Have a good day."

The only thing that gave her solace, was the rejected look on the creepy man's face as she walked away.

Celine knew it wouldn't be like that.

It was Jimin. Not some random person who Jeongguk paid to like her.

But the biting ache in her stomach wouldn't cease. The thought of not getting in was enough to make her double over. To feel as if the sun would never shine again.

She had no one to call.

It was one of those moments where she missed her brother a lot. Her sister was there for the happy moments. Her brother was there for the others.

Though he was the tough love type of guy, he always had a soft spot for Celine. She was his baby sister. Whether a guy hurt her, or her friends betrayed her, he'd always be there with a hug and a warm cup of tea,

If only he answered her calls or texts. He only replied to her over his private business emails now. It wasn't the best place to start an emotional conversation. Celine often felt like she was talking to a robot instead of her brother.

But it was all she had.

Taking out her phone, she adjusted how she was sitting on the metal stool beneath her. The silence of the room was deafening, suffocating her in loneliness. It made her uncomfortable. It made her pity herself.

The young girl felt like an ugly ducking that a whole population of swans left behind.

Her thumbs moved slowly, typing in the email address for Kim Sky.

"Do you have a minute?"

She sent it. Waited for ten minutes. Kept refreshing the page.

He replied after 20 Minutes.

"I'm a little busy. Is it important?"

Celine let out a humorless laugh. Feeling dejected, she erased the whole paragraph she'd written. Obviously he wouldn't have read it.

"No, I just wanted to say hi. And that I love you."

Ten minutes later.

"I love you too. We will meet up soon, I promise."

Celine looked, and didn't reply. Because she knew he didn't mean it. The chance of them being seen together was too great. Father and mother would take away his shares of the business.

And he wouldn't risk that.

But at least he had the decency to lie.

The tired girl gathered her paintings, gently placing each into the portfolio.

The only thing out of place, was the scrap paper within her folder. They all had the same design, the stars in the sky that her sister had not finished. Celine kept them around for inspiration, for comfort.

It gave her courage.

She had an hour to meet Jimin. He decided on a place close to his gallery. It was a lunch place she'd never been to before, with some fancy french name. Celine thought it was best to stay professional, so she dressed in a white shirt, with a gray cardigan, and black pants.

"I can do this." She said to herself before leaving the door.

Hopefully, this would open up a new chapter to her life. One that she'd been waiting for. Create something beautiful from the damage of her life.

How could she describe the feeling? It felt like climbing to the roof of a skyscraper. Looking down, and memorizing everything you see.

And then leaping off.

Whether the wind would catch her, or she'd hit the ground, she didn't know. Everything was uncertain.

With her folder, filled with everything she cared about. Shaking hands and a quivering lip. An unsettled heart and insecure mind. She set out for what she wanted the most in the world.

Celine only knew one thing.

This was her redemption.

***********

She arrived at the cafe before Jimin. The hostess smiled at her as soon as she walked in. Celine sent her a shaky smile, nerves making her even more of an introvert. She sat her down by a large window, looking out into the city from a street view.

The anxious girl took in a hallow breath, rubbing her sweaty hands onto her pants.

This isn't going to go well. I'm not good. No one likes my paintings. What if he laughs at me? He'll hate everything. I'll hate myself.

Her thoughts were damaging and not what she needed. The girl tried very hard to focus on anything but her own mind. Since Jimin wasn't there to see her spazz out, her loneliness left no room for distractions. So looking at her surroundings was the only option.

The cafe itself was very beautiful. The whole place was more cozy than she'd expected. Jimin was the modern type, falling into aesthetics that aligned with tumblr blogs. But this place had more of a soft feel to it.

A Parisian kind of charm. Un Vélo had beautiful ornate white would work across the entire place. Black cherry wood defining the furniture. Charming white lighting that mimicked the light gray Winter sky. Though she couldn't enjoy it fully, it was still a place she hoped that she would come back too.

Celine's led started bouncing against her own accord. Her bad habit of biting her lip came back, causing blood to spill into her mouth. Though she didn't want this day to come, waiting for Jimin wasn't an easy task either.

As if he'd heard her, the man of the hour sat in the chair across from her. Celine looked up, shocked at his sudden appearance. Much to her misfortune, he looked distractingly good. The fashionable man wore gray pants, a black turtle neck, and dark rimmed glasses that were hipster as fuck. She had to hold herself back from leaping over the tables

For the first time in a while, the man looked pissed. And windblown, hair looking as if he tried to pull it out. The fair skinned man's cheeks were flushed scarlet. His eyes were burning with distaste.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to take a business call and the guy got way too personal. Like bro, no need to tell me about your scratchy-oh shit you don't look so good." Jimin said, his sickeningly sweet voice getting deeper with worry.

Why is his man so annoying? Even his stupid voice is perfect. And he was witnessing me looking like a goddamn train wreck.

Celine wasn't sure, but her face might have been green. And maybe her eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping the night before. And maybe, just maybe, she looked like she was about to cry.

"Did you just say I look like shit?" The brunette asked, hiding her embarrassment with sass.

The beautiful man looked taken aback, his pink lips pursed out. His glasses slid to the end of his button nose as he frowned.

"You look like you're about to die. But you'd still be a beautiful corpse." He said, batting his black eye lashes and shooting her finger guns.

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore his cute smile.

"I'm nervous."

Jimin nodded his head, showing that he was listening. At the same time he called over a waiter.

"Please get us some water, and would you like anything to eat angel?"

Celine coughed hard, almost hacking up a lung. She sent Jimin a glare, wanting to kick him for using her professional name. The man looked confused, and barely blinked an eye.

She shook her head no, folding her arms promptly across her chest.

"Of course, Mr. Park." The waiter concluded before leaving.

Jimin leaned forward, his arms straining against his black shirt. He ignored Celine's attitude, acting kind to her anyways.

"Don't be nervous. I won't judge. Too hard, at least." He said, voice becoming raspy. The man tugged on her sweaty hand, staring only into her eyes. He pretended not to notice that her hand was basically the Atlantic Ocean at this point.

"Wow thanks." She said, not feeling thankful at her. Her heart spiked for a second, making her gulp loudly.

I'm not ready for this.

"It's no problem." Jimin said, smiling again. He pulled back, sitting comfortably in his chair. Celine started to freak out, realizing that there honestly was no more stalling.

They sat like that. Just looking at each other for a couple minutes. Well, Celine stared at her hands. Jimin admired the way the pink glow of the place brought out the blush of her cheeks.

The waiter brought their water, to which she immediately swallowed down. At this point, she was feeling light headed and she just wanted to get over it. She accidentally glanced up, catching Jimin's patient expression.

I have to do this. Not just for me. To prove to everyone that I can be something.

Celine placed her folder that she'd been hiding on top of the table. It hit the wood with a smack, making Jimin chuckle a bit at her antics. His laugh made her loosen up a bit, and gave her the courage to open it up. The small girl gave him a coy look, quickly grabbing out the print of her canvas work, sliding it over to him.

"This is the worst one, I thought why not start of with that." Celine said in a small voice. She hid behind her hair so that she wouldn't see the look of disappointment on his face.

She heard the paper slide across the table. Heard Jimin lift it up, and hold it with his hands.

Quiet. And painful for her.

Prepare to hear something terrible.

"This is your worst?" Jimin asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

The girl winced, taking a peek at him. His left eyebrow was lifted, making him look like a model posing with his glasses. He held the paper close to him, taking in every detail.

"Yeah, I know it's shitty."

He held up a hand in front of her, as if to stop her.

Oh no.

He coughed, looking very serious. Her heart sped up as she took in his expression. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, or feeling. But she knew he must have hated it.

"Celine, it's incredible. Can you explain what it means to you?"

The girl couldn't believe it. Honestly could not believe he had said that. Couldn't believe it so much, that she sat there slack jawed for at least a minute or two.

"W-What?!"

She stammered, feeling surprised at the compliment. Adrenaline rushed into her head, making it hard to not scream. A wave of pride flowed throughout her. Jimin egged her on, sitting on the edge of his seat as he urged her to explain it.

"It means nothing to me. That's why I like it. Because the whole world pushes this agenda on people, that we have to care about everything. And sometimes I just don't."

Jimin nodded his head, slightly smiling at her words. Her cheeks heated at his approval, forcing her to quickly intake her water.

"That's something I can relate to. I really like this actually."

"Thank you." She said, choking down her unprofessional insecurities. Now that someone was telling her she was good, she wanted to explain to them why they were wrong.

The paint was off, the lines were bad. But she had to stop herself. Though she knew Jimin, it was still his job to do this. She had to stay calm.

Jimin gently took the portfolio out of her tight grip. Celine almost ripped a corner of it off from holding it too hard.

Against her free will, the black-clad man started taking out her work and displaying it across the table. She watched with painful scrutiny as he looked over each one. It felt like an hour, though he probably looked for only ten minutes. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, since he kept his head down.

One thing was for sure, he knew what he was talking about. Other people barely had her the time of day. Jimin put effort into it. You could tell that he loved art, that it was his passion.

All Celine could do was try not to get sick, and watch the way the light in the cafe glinted off his dime-like hair.

Suddenly, he spoke again, breaking the silence, "And this one. You realize that the strokes you use are reminiscent of the greats? Your paintings remind me of the earlier impressionist movement."

Jimin said, looking up at her with a thoughtful expression. He was talking about her painting of a lake at night. The way he used those technical words and name dropped, made Celine almost get turned on. Almost.

"Yes, that is what I'm influence by the most. The mediums I work with tend to be oil paints, or acrylic. I usually steer clear of water color."

"That's great, sticking with the classics." He said, almost with a laugh. She took in the way his eyes scrunched up, eventually being able to smile with him. She'd forever be grateful for the kindness he'd shown her today.

It almost brought tears to her eyes. Almost.

He makes me feel safe.

It was surprising how much Celine had calmed down at this point. Her body had shut down, in a good way. Her breathing was somewhat normal, her heart feeling less like it was pouding. Was it Jimin? Was it the water? Was it the compliments?

She wasn't sure. But she felt more serene right now than she had in a while.

Jimin continued to look at her work, occasionally nodding his head. Quirking his lips up in a meaningful smile. Letting his hair fall into his eyes before pushing it back. Celine had to hold back from doing it for him.

It was like that for a while, until he paused. Celine held her breath as he physically looked taken aback. With a confused expression, he lifted up the paper, taking a closer look at it.

"Is that me?" Jimin asked, voice filled with wonder. The man flipped the paper around, revealing the painting she had done earlier in the day.

Celine opened her mouth immediately ready to protest. Where had he gotten that idea from? But she paused, the painting almost directly beside Jimin's face.

Her eyes flickered back and forth from the painting to the human. The resemblance was uncanny. Because it was fucking him. From that night. The night where she smoked with him.

Celine kept a poker face, leaning back from the painting. In reality, she wanted to curl up in a ball and eat ice cream. For she had unknowingly used Park Jimin as her muse. And shown it to him.

"Um, no. Where would you get that idea from? That's ridiculous." She said, shooting him a disbelieving look. He couldn't know that it was him. Her life would be over. But as she leaned back in her chair, face shading to a deep rose, she knew she was screwed.

Jimin just sat there, looking all smug. E kept on nodding his head up and down, sharp eyes beating into her. Every time she'd look away from there unofficial staring contest, he'd still be looking at her. He wasn't going to let this go. What Celine hated more was the fact he liked that it was him.

"I don't know. It kind of looks like my side profile." He said, in a sarcastic "I know this is me bitch" kind of way. He leaned forward, pretending to be confused as he lifted the sheet closer to his face.

"Well it's not." Celine defended, not giving in due to pride. She didn't even know why she drew him. Things like that aren't supposed to happen. People aren't supposed to invade her space.

At this point, they both knew it was him. Celine was blushing, and Jimin couldn't stop smiling. But Jimin also had humility, and knew when to stop teasing her.

"Let's pretend that it isn't me. Who is it then?"

Celine sighed, knowing that she was trapped. The starry look in his eyes made her rethink everything. The sincerity of his character, the way he actually gave a shit. Who else cared this much about her paintings? What other opportunity would she have to explain her feelings? She dug deep, trying to recall what exactly she felt while painting.

"Someone who has great humility. Who can look up at the stars and appreciate them just like I do. Because they know that they are just a tiny speck of the universe. And even though they are irrelevant to the galaxy, they have somehow managed to change my life and a few others for the better." Celine said, feeling like she'd let go of the weight on her shoulders. She was almost taken aback by the truthfulness of her words.

Jimin met her stare intensely. Their gazes aligned in a way that brought her to the edge of sanity. He understood her, what she'd meant. He knew that she was talking about him.

But she'd never admit it. She couldn't admit it. It would open Pandora's box.

"You really want to be in my gallery don't you?" Jimin asked, making the air a bit lighter. His wide smile cut the tension between them, severing the chord of distraction that had tied them together.

"Just a little bit." Celine said, lifting up her hand to show the distance between her thumb and her pointer. She was only willing to do a little bit of ass kissing in her lifetime.

"It seems like more than a little. I'll let you know by tomorrow if you've made it in." Jimin said, adjusting the way he was sitting. He leaned forward to take a sip of water, his plump lips wrapping around the straw in a tempting way.

"Can't you just tell me now?" The 18 year old said, practically whining. She bounced up and down in her seat, pouting at the man in front of her.

Celine felt like she would die from waiting. The anticipation was enough to keep her awake for a thousand nights.

The man shook his head, avoiding the cute girl.

"No, because that would be special treatment. I plan on taking you to dinner instead." The silver haired man said smoothly, smirking at her.

She immediately stopped talking. Jimin had the uncanny ability to make her speechless.

Damn.

"And that's not special treatment?" Celine asked, playing coy. Trying to hide the fact his smooth proposal made her feel even more attracted to him.

Jimin smiled, sending her a calculated wink.

"No, it isn't actually. It's because of our bet."

Celine nodded her head, almost forgetting. The memory of last night was a fond one, bringing a smile to her face. They felt like forever friends, and like the night wouldn't need. Also, she knew that man couldn't resist the power of noodles.

Celine smiled, dimple making an appearance,"Why does being right always feel so good? And I'll take you up on that dinner offer."

Jimin stood up, shaking his head at her. He gave the waiter a tip and helped Celine gather her work. They both tried very hard not to make contact. Jimin took in a sharp intake of breath when her fingers accidentally slid across his hand. They pulled away quickly, and Celine stood up as well.

Why does his touch feel so nice? It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter.

When she got up, she was so distracted that the portfolio fell out of her hands. It hit the table with a loud bang. A single paper slipped out. One that had been hidden in a pocket behind the rest. Falling flat on the table, blank side up. Celine still knew which sketch it was. The unfinished painting of her sister's design. Right in front of Jimin.

The man lifted the paper, turning it around to hand it back to her. But he froze as he looked at it. Hand stuck between memories and time.

His face paled, his eyes bugging in an exaggerated way. I've never seen someone look so disturbed before.

"Where the fuck did you get that? Are you playing some sort of joke on me right now?" Jimin asked, face contorting with anger.

Celine was shocked into silence, frozen completely. Why was he acting like this? How had he even seen her sister's painting before? Trying to think of possible reasons, nothing made sense. Maybe her sister copied off an artist he liked? But again, it didn't make sense. Mia always had original ideas.

She couldn't even comprehend him cursing, him staring at her like she was evil. Jimin wasn't ever like this. Why was he so mad?

Not him too. Not everyone can hate me.

"What are you talking about? This is my painting!" Celine yelled out, attempting to be strong. She even tried to grab it from his hands. He quickly pulled it out of her reach.

"No, no it's not. That is impossible." Jimin said, sounding completely shaken up. He smiled without humor, gripping the paper so tightly in his hands. All the blood rushed from his knuckles. As shaky as an autumn leaf.

This wasn't just him being an asshole. This was obviously something that seriously affected him. He was upset, and she needed to know why.

"This is my painting. No one else has made this before. I know that for a fact." Celine said, trying to calm him down. There must be a reason why he's accusing her of plagiarism. If both of them were freaking out, this wouldn't be solved. She needed to be a friend to him right now.

He obviously made a mistake. He had to have.

The silver haired man looked up at her. His irises filled with a thousand memories. She felt like she'd known him for the longest time. There was so much about him that Celine didn't know, that it frightened her. His lips started to tremble, his eyes filling with moisture.

What is wrong?

She wanted to help him so much it hurt. Wanted to hold onto him and wish every bad thing to go away. Wanted to bring him every joy and happiness you could find in this world. But the confused girl felt helpless.

"No, it's hers." Jimin whispered, voice cracking with emotion.

Celine's blood had run cold. The way he said it. She'd never heard someone speak that way before. A pronoun never felt so tender passing someone's lips without a name. There was so much weight behind it, so much feeling. Jimin had a story to tell.

"Whose Jimin?" Celine asked, grabbing onto his shoulder.

She knew. But she needed to hear the name.

He closed his eyes, letting them shut as slowly as a summer breeze. When he opened them, he had brought her into his world. For a moment, they were together and he was allowing her in.

"I once knew a girl. You remind me a lot of her. She always came to my exhibitions. Every single one of them. We started talking, and we became really close. We only ever met there, we were each other's little secret. She showed me her work, she was amazing. I fell in love with the way she painted. No one ever came close to the way she made me feel with art. She was finishing one last painting before I put her in my gallery. Then one day, she stopped coming."

The whole time he told it, he was smiling. He wasn't looking at Celine, but through her as if he were watching it play out on a TV screen. Whoever this person was, had affected him deeply. To the point where he'd never forget them.

Mia. It had to be Mia. But she needed to hear him say it.

Neither knew that it would change everything.

He looked at the girl, pinks lips tilted in a smile. Jimin had never looked more serene, more in touch with the calm of the air. His eyes told a story his words couldn't, glistening with unsaid emotions.

"Her name was Mia."

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(A/N): If y'all read my other story Butterfly...you KNOW I love plot twists. 😏😏😏 sorry if this overall was a boring chapter. This was more of a plot explainer than anything. But next chapter...things are about to get saucy. 😷🔥

I hinted at this earlier, that he knew her sister. Did you catch that at all?

What is one thing you'd like to know about any of the characters? Ask any questions you'd like.

Also how is everyone doing in general? Is everyone okay? Doing good? Always take care of yourselves.

Here are some Celine/Jimin pics yayyy