"Honestly I miss you but I'll erase you
cause it hurts less than to blame you
I try to exhale you in pain
like smoke, like white smoke
I say that I'll erase you
but I can't really let you go yet"
Spring Day-BTS

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SPRING

It's been a month since Celine has seen him.

And within that month, she realized that she hated Park Jimin.

He was

Everything that was good in this world.

What if she never saw him again?

It would be better for the both of them.

Hated that time and distance made her realize suddenly how much she truly cherished her friendship with him. And because she got paranoid, ruined everything they had going for them.

At first she was just angry.

Then sad.

Then devastated.

Celine was an asshole. She really was that night. A complete and utter dick head because she felt guilty. It wasn't just Jimin who was going to far. It was her.

In that moment it made sense to push him away like that but she could've just used her goddamn words. Like she had thought many times to herself, it was easier to be hated than loved.

That night was the night she recognized the feelings she had for him. The butterflies, the heart pounding, the awe invoking. It was more than what she had ever expected.

And she wanted to ignore it. Wanted it to stop, was mad at herself for feeling this way about another person when she had a boyfriend.

She realized that what she said must have hurt him. Amounting everything between them to money and sex. It was rude, because Jimin was a person. Not just her sugar daddy.

It didn't matter that their connection was getting harder to define. That the barrier they had between each other was slowly breaking down. That she could possibly fall for him if they kept seeing each other.

She simply missed him.

And

At this point, she just wanted him back.

When Jeongguk told her that Jimin was never coming back, she fell apart. A strange reaction considering all Celine had been through.

Because when he was gone, everything was supposed to go back to normal. Her and Jeongguk would be perfect again. There would be no confusion, and nothing between them.

Jeongguk acted normal. As in he didn't cause anymore drunken outburst. He had only yelled at her twice about being low on rent money.

She had apologized because he was right.

But the growing distance between her and her boyfriend became prominent. It didn't feel the same anymore. It hurt her heart when she wouldn't get excited when Jeongguk came home anymore. Or blush at his sweet, cute smiles. Or fall in love with him a little more everyday. Celine couldn't ignore the way whenever Jeongguk went in for a kiss, she flinched.

He never noticed. It was better that way.

She still loved him.

Loved him.

Or so she thought. But the confused 18 year old didn't like to focus on things like that. The nostalgia she felt for her relationship. The longing she felt for a person who didn't want her in return.

But she painted more.

And painted.

And painted.

It was the only thing that made sense to her anymore.

The chill started to die out in the air. And the flowers started to bloom outside her window. The air filled with a perfumed sunshine and whimsical aura.

But why was she freezing?

Celine thought this as she sat in front of a blank canvas. The pink sun shining into the room, casting a cherry light. Feeling her mouth go from straight, into a downturned pout.

It had been a habit since she was a child. Sit alone when she was sad. Feel sorry for herself. Suddenly become overcome with feelings, randomly crying and throwing a tantrum on and off.

That's how it felt, when something in your life wasn't right.

It didn't matter to the brunette that Jimin probably wouldn't let her into his gallery. It was more she missed talking with him about it. There was so many things she missed. So many. But then the image of him slamming the door.

Leaving her cold and alone.

It caused a flash of pain in her chest. The she really prayed would go away. Because every time it happened, it felt like there was less and less space in her heart for someone else.

She wasn't just trying to paint. She was trying to avoid Jeongguk.

She was sick and tired of lying. To him. To herself.

Just so tired.

But the man found her. He walked in, smelling like bath and body works version of what the sea smells like. Fresh and deep, like a wave into the room. Celine didn't look up at him, just kept staring blankly before her.

Was all he could think.

The golden eyed girl tried to relax into the golden boy. But found herself stiffening against his touch. Feeling self conscious about the fact there was nothing on the canvas before her. Just a white surface.

"How come you never paint me?" Jeongguk asked, his dark eyelashes fluttering against her neck. She swallowed harshly as he followed the slight brush with a kiss.

Because you could give less of a shit about what I do when it doesn't involve you.

Fingers clenched. Hands littered with tiny drops of pigment.

He reached for one of her hands. Slid down to it, fitting his fingers in between hers.

Celine smiled, finally holding his hand back.

"Because you can't sit still for more than five seconds."

He kissed her again, this time closer to the cheek. His lips brushing her ear,"I can't deny that."

"Not that I don't appreciate your company, but what do you want?" It was harsh, but she coated it in a sugar sweet coating.

Jeongguk but into it without question, wrapping his arms more firmly around her.

"I just wanted to see you. Also, I have some news for you."

Celine let out a sigh. Nothing really excited her right now. Her chest felt all numb, eyes all dreary.

"Bad or good?" Was all she could say.

"Maybe the worst news ever." Said Jeongguk, to which Celine craned her neck to face him.

The dark haired man held a sheepish smile, eyes almost closed completely. This was something Celine was not going to like. The face he made was synonymous with the one he makes when he does something bad.

"Just tell me." Celine breathed out, feeling the anxiety rise within her.

Jeongguk bit his lip, looking up at the ceiling to avoid his girlfriend's eyes.

"So, my parents are in town. And they want to go to dinner with us."

Immediately the small girl frowned. When he said the worst news ever, he really meant it.

"Are you sure they invited me? Oh lord, I suddenly am coming down with the plague. Feel my forehead, I definitely have a fever." The girl said smoothly, her fight or flight response kicking in.

Jeongguk let out a small laugh, amused at her sad excuses. He tried tickling her, seeing if it would alleviate the pout on her face. The stubborn girl barely budged.

"Celine, you have to come." He said, sighing in exasperation. When she didn't want to do something, it usually took a lot of convincing.

The brunette shook her head, loose waves swaying in front of her face,"But your parents hate me!"

"They don't hate you."

Celine rolled her eyes at him, knowing even he didn't believe his own lie. But the man just shrugged. Charming smile still planted on his handsome face.

"Your mom told me that I was the most despicable thing to ever be born."

"She didn't mean it."

This time, Celine unclasped his arms around her. His started to feel too heavy, too much for her. She was sweating, with her head pounding. And he just sat there with that oblivious face. Only focusing on the positives between them and never the negative.

"Really Jeongguk?" Celine asked, hands on her hips as she stood five feet away from him.

There was a double meaning to her words.

Did she really have to go?

And did he really not understand why she didn't?

He looked without her in his arms. With his child like eyes widening and his whole expression a bit darker. Dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. He looked so young. He was so young.

They were so young.

And they were already placing bets on fate that they were meant together. Especially Jeongguk, who wanted to get engaged soon.

18 and 19.

You scare me.

"Look, you aren't coming for them. You're coming for me. You know that I'm not really fond of them either. Having you there with me makes it so much easier to listen to their insufferable views." He said, acting like he was ready to faint, almost falling off her stool.

Grow some balls. Call them out then.

But she couldn't possibly say that out loud. Well she could, but the girl didn't feel like fighting today.

"Okay, fine. For you. But if your mom comes at me I'm clapping back ten times harder." She said, walking forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Jeongguk was ecstatic, immediately brightening up. Bunny like smile on full show.

"And I'll will be there to defend you along the way."

She didn't believe a word he said. Her boyfriend after more than half a year never defended her against his parents. Every time she saw his mother she was attacked. And he sat on the sidelines and watched.

"Okay, fine."

"Thank you my love. Dress classy. I have to go do a business call right now. Be ready by 6." He said, standing up and walking out of the room.

Celine slumped back onto her stool feeling worse than ever. The light from outside turned from red to purple, and so had she. Feeling overwhelmed and under the weather. And completely dreading where the night would lead. Just when she'd thought life couldn't get any worse, it had.

Dinner with Jeongguk's parents.

They had never liked her. Well, Mr. Jeon wasn't too bad outwardly. Her boyfriend had never really talked about that dynamic much, just that he was a respectable man. He was generous towards his family and made millions. He often made jokes with her, was nice to her.

His mother was formed from the blood of Satan. She was your average snobby rich lady, who assumed if you weren't born into money you were dirt.

But she knew Celine was born into money. The old hag knew her parents. Celine thought that maybe her parents told Jeongguk's mom what happened with Mia. But they would never risk their reputation with a gossip.

So Celine figured that it must have been their first meeting that screwed everything up.

Jeongguk and her had only been dating for a month at the time. Celine had taken a night off of sugar babying to go to their house.

She was amazed at the size of the home. How beautiful everything was. And his parents, the seemingly nicest people ever. They were well dressed and welcoming. His mom even hugged her when she walked in. They appeared to be happy to meet the person Jeongguk wouldn't stop talking about.

Everything was amazing at first. The food, the conversation. Both parents seemed smitten with her. Everything was lining up, her social status, her personality. But then they started to talk about jobs.

Jeongguk explained how Celine had a job managing at an office and wanted to do something else.

His mom immediately chimed in,"There is an opening in my fashion industry. You could do an apprenticeship and eventually work for the magazine."

"I don't know, I don't want a corporate job. No disrespect to any of you. It's just, I'm more into the arts and music. I want something more out of life."

Though Celine said it with a smile, it basically melted off her face as she saw Mrs. Jeon glower. No one seemed to notice. Not Mr. Jeon, not Jeongguk.

Even then, she still didn't understand why she didn't like her. To Celine, it wasn't a big deal. Every time since they first met, his mother has said something extremely rude to her. It often ended with awkward silence and passive insults.

Another night of that would ensue. Celine dressed in her best "I am a snotty asshole" outfit. So basically a turtle neck and black pants that scream "I listen to classical music and only that." Put on makeup to make her look fresh and put together. It was always easier to come at a bitch when you felt pretty.

The brunette always felt like time moved faster when she didn't want to do something. Like how when you are anticipating something, it feels like the day won't come. But right now, the clock seemed to race against the laws of the universe.

As she lay in the middle of her uncomfortable black bed, just staring up at the ceiling. Feeling like a starfish at the bottom of the ocean. Wishing that high tide would come and wash her away from this part in her life. But the tide never came.

6:00pm did.

Jeongguk walked in. Threw her coat next to her.

"C'mon honey."

The words felt like molasses in her ears. The anxiety headache pounding behind her eyes. Cheeks hot and thoughts winded.

I wish I could run away right now.

Somehow, that was what got her off the bed. The shock of it jolting her. The girth behind it making her nauseous. She had to prove to herself it wasn't the truth anymore. Her own brain had lied to her.

Because she was happy with Jeongguk.

Luckily they picked a place that was only a short walk to their apartment. It was better to walk in the city when you could. Especially when Spring was here, and the nights were coming warmer.

It didn't keep Jeongguk from grabbing onto her hand like he was cold. He basically flung her around the sidewalk, skipping like a fool around people. Celine took a break from being gloomy for a second, laughing at his wild antics. He'd done that on their first date, which happened to be in May.

They had skipped like that down a row of cherry blossoms.

But Celine was back, and they were in a steel city. No blooming trees around. Just crowds of people and nothin natural around them.

"Hello darling, its so wonderful to see you! And you." The black haired and hawk eyed Mrs. Jeon said,

Celine really loved the way she lovingly took Jeongguk into her arms. And glared at her like she was dirt on shoe. Unwilling to touch her.

The 18 year old was okay with that. She also didn't enjoy being fake.

"Hi." The sassy girl responded back, being as nice as sarcasm would allow.

"Mom, be nice." Jeongguk said sweetly, though it pleasantly surprised Celine.

Mrs. Jeon looked a bit taken aback, her face pinching. But she nodded her head slowly.

"Celine, you look as beautiful as ever!" Jeongguk's dad said, hugging her first. She leaned into the fluffy man, giving him a genuine smile.

"Thank you Mr. Jeon. It's always great to see you."

"Hey, I'm always excited to see the girl that keeps my boy happy."

They exchanged more hugs and smiles, finally sitting down at the table. Celine quickly lifted her menu up, trying to avoid any death stares or awkward questions.

And it worked for about five minutes, even though she had decided on lobster four minutes ago.

"So Celine, have you found a legitimate job yet?" Said Mrs. Jeon, clearly not respecting the literal and figurative barrier she put between them.

Celine rolled her eyes, giving Jeongguk a look behind the menus. He already had his head dropped in defeat, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

He could tell by the set look on Celine's face shit was about to go down.

The young girl laid the heavy menu down gently. Folded her tiny hands atop it. Tilted her head to one side, smiled with her dimple, and gave the devilish woman her famous angel eyes.

"It's lovely to see you too Mrs. Jeon. You look different. Is it a haircut? Botox?"

Jeongguk's head slammed down on the table. It was a good thing he did too, because the loud noise covered up a laugh from his dad.

The mother from hell sat unamused. Apparently as unbothered by me as I was by her.

"I wished you used that sharp mouth of yours to find something meaningful in your life."

It would have hurt Celine a while ago. It would have hurt her 2 months ago.

But someone told her to love herself.

"What else that mouth do am I right?" Mr. Jeon said, winking at his son.

It wasn't meant in a creepy way. He likes trying out lingo with people to feel younger. But Jeongguk still recoiled hard enough to almost fall off his chair.

"Ew dad, gross."

"Sorry son." He said, shrugging as he continued to watch the fight that ensued on the other side of the table.

"Anyways, didn't Jeongguk tell you I might be put in the Park Gallery?" Celine said, avoiding the mother completely, looking only at Jeongguk's father.

"Oh Jimin! What a lovely boy." His round face brightened, hearing the name and the subject matter.

Celine's heart fluttered at the name.

Everyone really does love him.

"Jeongguk mentioned nothing of that sort. You know, because of your failed track record. He must have not wanted to pour salt in the wound." Mrs. Jeon interrupted, after quietly downing two glasses of wine while everyone else talked.

Her cheeks were reddened, eyes becoming more drowsy. But it didn't matter. She didn't have to be drunk to say something like that.

Like mother, like son.

Again, Jeongguk jumped in before Celine could. Her body filled with admiration and pride when he actually stood up for her.

"Mom, seriously stop."

His mother laughed, genuinely laughed. As if his defense of her was funny. It made her blood boil.

"Oh sweetie, it's not like she doesn't know she's a gold digger."

It made it easier to understand why Jeongguk kept coming at her. Kept being paranoid about their relationship. He was being brainwashed.

"I'm not a gold digger."

I work for everything. I will do anything and everything to get what I want in life. Even if it means to sell myself.

It got silent for a while after that. Jeongguk and Celine talked quietly to each other. Mrs. Jeon continued to down wine like it was water. She must not know plastic surgery doesn't repair your liver.

The food came out and Celine couldn't be happier. It made her forget the burning hate she was feeling, just for a second. She plunged into the red shell, taking out the meat and plunging it in savory butter.

She nudged Jeongguk with her elbow, who wasn't eating the steak before him. Large eyes wide, thinner mouth set in a sharp and determined line. The clanking of forks and chomping teeth audible in the silence.

"Mom, dad, if you don't stop we are leaving. I'm not going to let you harass her for something she loves to do." Jeongguk said out of nowhere, looking down at the table.

She almost choked on her lobster, about annoyed about how he brought it back up again. And how manipulated he was. He could barely stare his parents in the face. Couldn't stand up to them like that.

His mother smiled, blowing him a kiss across the table,"That's very kind of you, to stick up for her. Really, I'm glad I raised a gentleman. But thats not what you say to me when we talk alone."

Celine immediately stopped eating. Through the old lady's slurred words and monotone voice, something stood out.

"That's not what you say to me when we talk alone."

"What do you mean?" The young brunette asked, furrowing her brows. Questioning the lady who meant what she said aloud. She smirked widely when Celine asked.

When a suspicious Celine glanced at Jeongguk, he looked nervous as hell.

"Mom don't-" Said the dark haired man, trying to stop the truth from coming out.

Celine didn't look at him, just put her hand in front of his face. She wanted to see what the witch had to say. If Jeongguk didn't want her to hear it, it must not be good.

"Oh Jeongguk didn't tell you? It was his idea after all! He pays people to turn down your artwork. We're a family of entrepreneurs and business corporations. Art is something for the poor people to make, and for us to enjoy. No heiress of mine will do something so meaningless and inherit all of my money. We all thought you'd give up at this point, but Jimin offered. When my son tried to pay him off, he wouldn't take the bait."

Celine felt as if she'd pass out.

The smile Mrs. Jeon had on her face. As if messing with her life was some big joke.

She looked at Jeongguk, questioning if it was true. The guilt written all over his face was enough to tell her.

The room was spinning.

It all made sense.

Why he kept telling her to stop.

The constant negative feedback she received from everyone.

Why Jeongguk was so mad at Jimin. He felt as if he was getting in the way.

Heart pounding. Lungs rapidly breathing. Sweating palms. Tear filled eyes. Nails digging into her skin, reminding herself that she was awake.

Burning rage.

Was all she felt.

"Celine, just hear me out."

His voice, like a knife stabbing her in the back.

I can't believe I've trusted him for so long.

I'm so stupid.

Celine got up, standing above the Jeons. Not looking at any of their pretentious faces. Elegantly slid on her light jacket.

She refused to look weak. To fall apart in front of them. Celine wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"No, I think I've let you take advantage of me one too many times Jeongguk. I'm fucking done with this bullshit. Go marry some heiress and stop ruining my life." She said, watching as Jeongguk started to combust under her stare.

And then she started to walk away. Leaving the negativity behind. She got all the way outside before Jeongguk came after her.

"Celine wait!" Said her materialistic boyfriend, his heavy footsteps running after her.

She started to speed up. Not caring that it was dark out. Not caring her stomach was grumbling. She just wanted to get away from him.

"I fucked up, I know that. What I did was beyond terrible."

He was trying to keep up with her. Trying to get in front of her. Trying to mold the situation to be in his favor.

"No."

"Celine-"

"If you even think to apologize to me, we are done. If you say another word, I'm getting the fuck out of this relationship. Do not speak to me."

"Fine."

They walked in silence all the way home.

All the way in the lobby of their apartment complex.

All the way up the elevator.

It gave Celine a lot of time to think. To plan. To text Jin and ask him if she could stay over his house for a week. To figure out exactly what she'd say to Jeongguk.

The keys clanged together, Jeongguk's hand was shaking as he opened the door. Celine was perfectly calm. Blank expression on her face. They walked into the apartment, the door loudly shutting behind them.

How many times have they done this?

How many times would the door slam shut before it broke?

Celine couldn't hold it in anymore.

She took Jeongguk in. His puppy eyes. The dark, perfectly combed hair. The smooth skin and charming face. The perfect body and suit.

The eyes, that were so pretty. But so without acceptance. Without a clue. Painless and seemingly pure.

He's never had something taken from him, ever.

It was that innocence that she was glad for. She'd never wish anything else for him. But it left him without understanding, without empathy.

When he did wrong, he didn't understand that it was wrong. Because he's Jeon Jeongguk.

But she's Kim Celine. And she wouldn't let him forget it.

"I can't believe you! I can't believe I let myself feel like shit, because of you!" She screamed out, not caring that he jumped at the sudden rise of her voice.

He nodded his head, putting his hands up in surrender.

"I was trying to help."

Celine let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head at his excuse.

"Help who? Yourself? Or your mother? Because I sure as hell know she doesn't want us to get married. I'm not established enough in her eyes. So you think ruining my dream and forcing me to give up something I love would make her like me?"

"I thought she would be a little more accepting of you. If you had other aspirations." He said slowly, treading lightly on ice that was already broken.

It was so unlike him, to back down. So unlike him to admit his faults. That's why everything he said was always backwards, an apology without really admitting he did anything bad.

It was too much.

The selfishness of everyone around her.

Her fists were clenched, chest aching with emotional stress.

"And what about me?" Celine asked, voice getting quieter, almost breaking. Finally feeling the sadness arise in her. The tears came and she wished they hadn't.

What about me?

Why was everyone always hurting me?

Was it because I killed Mia?

Is this my punishment?

Jeongguk stepped forward, pity showing on his face at her tears. He reached for her, but she stepped back. His hand fell gently to his side, mouth open with defeat.

"I figured if you had me, that would be good enough. As long as we were able to be together happily, I thought that's all you could want. That's what people in love do, sacrifice for each other."

The sad thing was he meant it. It wasn't a lie. He genuininly thought he was the epitome of my life. And that she was his.

And that would be enough.

Art was nothing compared to him.

Just Jeongguk and Celine.

Did this prove he loved her more?

No.

It proved that it was unhealthy.

Fucked up.

Wrong.

"You're unbelievable. Now you're trying to sugar coat it? Turn it around on me, making it all about me choosing one thing or another. You know you have enough money to live normally without your parents. You could marry me right now if you wanted! Buy me a gallery, a new house. It's not about me not being happy enough with you. It's about you not being happy enough with the real me."

It was the most honest she'd ever been with him. Adrenaline coursing through her veins. Enjoying the shocked expression on his face.

"That's not true." He said, shaking his head back and forth. His eyes becoming glassy as his lower lips jutted out.

She didn't care.
For once.
She thought about herself.

"Yes it is! Because you are trying to change me! To fit some weird mold your parents' set for your partner. Some person who cares more about their appearance, entrepreneurship, and reputation more than anything else! If that's what you want, go date one of your fucking ex's."

"Look I know I went too far. I'm so fucking sorry Celine. I'm a pussy. A giant pussy and I understand that now. I'll make it up to you." He said, the desperation visible in his body language. It looked like a barrier was put between him and her.

One that he couldn't cross.

"Well, at least you know you're a pussy. But I'm beyond mad at this point. I'm betrayed. I'm going to leave for a couple days. I'll be at Jin's."

She felt so powerful saying it.

So much better.

"Are you leaving me?"

He looked like a child then. A child who'd never been taught how to act correctly. And she felt bad for him. Felt sorry no one did better for him. Surprised that he hadn't been turned into a total monster by his mother.

"You can't leave me Celine. I'd be nothing without you. I can't let you go."

"Learn to." She bitterly spit out.

Immediately feeling guilty after. As much as he hurt her, she still felt guilty for her own sins.

Did she deserve a better man? One who didn't want to possess her?

She wanted to teach him a lesson.

"What am I going to do?"

"The whole world doesn't revolve around you." It came out more harsh than she had wished. Even though she wanted to soften.

His cheeks flared red.

"No, it doesn't. But my world revolves around you." Jeongguk said, conviction still strong behind his voice.

But the 18 year old knew that wasn't right. It wasn't normal. Because she herself, had let her world revolve around him for too long.

"It shouldn't."

Jeongguk closed his eyes, a tear or two falling onto his cheeks. It almost made her regret everything. For him crying, was a rare occurrence. But she had to stand her ground.

"I'm really sorry Celine. I truly am."

"It's not enough this time."

"You'll come back. You always do." He said one last time, all traces of apology gone from his face.

"How are you so sure?" Celine winced, before turning to the bedroom.

"You know you don't have a real choice outside of temporary independence. You need me and you shouldn't forget that."

The girl turned away from him.

Walking away and willing back the tears until she made it to the bedroom, and promptly threw up whatever food she had eaten.

Because he was right.

Celine packed. No goodbyes. No kisses.

Jeongguk just sat on the couch.

Not stopping her.

As she left the door.

Because he knew that he couldn't. Not physically. But the grip on her mind was that of chains.

You can't grab smoke.

And that's what Celine had become.

Transparent, and floating further and further away from him.

******

When Celine arrived at Jin's, she couldn't be more grateful.

He had already made tea, and set up blankets and pillows on his couch so he could talk.

Jin looked shocked as Celine told him what had transpired.

"I always hated that bitch. She uses her son like a puppet." He said, taking a huge sip of tea.

It made Celine smile, knowing that someone had her back.

"I know. I just wish Jimin was around so I could thank him. For instilling faith in myself again." She said, feeling that pang in her chest that was becoming normal.

If she could see Jimin.

Jin widened his eyes, smiling awkwardly.

"Are you still not speaking to him? Because he's a 20 minute drive away honey."

Celine almost spit up the tea she had just engulfed. Suddenly she was standing on the couch, pillows and blankets falling all around her in disarray. Jin jumped away, trying to avoid being trampled by her.

"What? But he moved to France!" She yelled, her heart pounding loudly.

A mixture of happiness and confusion filling her.

It was too good to be true.

"Girl, he got back from vacation about two weeks ago."

Two weeks ago?

"So he's not staying in France?" Celine asked again, making sure Jin wasn't joking.

"Jimin didn't leave permanently what the crap." He said, proving this wasn't a way to cause anymore heartbreak.

Just another thing Jeongguk lied about.

To further manipulate her. To hurt her.

"He's been back, and he hasn't said anything to me." She said aloud, her smile sliding from her face. Landing softly back on the couch. Letting the pillows swallow her depressed body into their soft material.

It wasn't a question it was a statement. But she had texted, and he had not responded. Partially because of Jeongguk. Partially because she wanted to push Jimin away so Jeongguk wouldn't kill him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Celine. I think there's just a lot on his mind right now." Jin said, watching as his friend turned lifeless before him.

The elation from before died down.

Because Jimin didn't miss her.

When he gave her that money, that was it. That was him getting rid of her.

And that hurt more than anything at that moment.

"Yeah, and I'm not one of them."

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(A/N): hey y'all!

I really tried to show the parallelism between Celine and Jimin in this chapter.

Also pray for me because I have like three papers due, a bio test, and a PowerPoint all due this week 🙃 and yet I'm still writing this chapter instead

I feel like writing this story and all the others I've written help me avoid being stressed all the time. It's very therapeutic.

Also....

MY BABIES ARE IN AMERICA I CANT BREATH