"You bought me for a night, you don't own me."
"Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?"
Silk Sheets
-a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else-
NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
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"I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else" Somebody Else-1975
Celine crept out of Jimin's bed at 2:00 am. She couldn't stay there, lying awake any longer. When he fell asleep, she turned around to face him. Watched his cute body gently fall into the bounds of night. His lips were parted, and his dark eyelashes dusted the top of his rosy cheeks.
Everything about him was making her need more. And if she didn't want to make any more mistakes, she had to go. Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, she got up, grabbed her phone, and walked out.
She hailed a cab and went to Jin's, and packed up all her stuff. Jin was sleeping, and the butler let her in. She didn't want to say anything to wake him.
And then she went home.
It felt strange opening the door to her apartment. The air felt cold, despite the changing season. The kitchen was messier than before. The living room was in disarray.
There was beer cans littering the ground. The brunette stepped over them, horrified that there were so many. She'd only been gone for two days. Slowly, she walked into their bedroom, seeing a sleeping figure in her bed.
Stomach filling with nervous dread, she walked over.
Even in sleep, the man looked distressed. His forehead slightly sweating, eyes scrunched together, and constantly fidgeting. His dark hair matted and all messed up as he thrashed around the pillows.
What have I done to you?
Celine took a deep breath, not caring that she was still wearing normal clothes. Sliding into the bed and praying that he wouldn't wake up. She wouldn't know how to deal with him.
How to look at him after what she said.
How she felt about his best friend.
But the girl wasn't lucky. As soon as she slid into their stuffy comforter, the older man was startled.
"Celine?" He asked, eyes opening wide and frantic. As if he sensed her presence, he sat right up, somewhere between consciousness and sleep. Celine shushed him, running her fingers through his thick hair.
"Yes?" She asked, though she was scared of what he was going to say.
(A/N: again. It takes up to 7 times for a woman to leave an abusive partner. 7 times statistically on average. If this is how you speak about victims of abuse. I know this is frustrating but a lot of my beautiful readers can relate to Celine. It's okay to be frustrated of course, but imagine how many victims of abuse have read your comments calling her stupid for going back when it is only words like that who push victims back to their abusers. Everyone has opinions and they are entitled to them but PLEASE be more mindful with a book that deals with heavier topics)
