"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'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt" Too Good at Goodbyes-Sam Smith
When Celine arrived home, the house was empty.
Thankfully, so that she could move everything out in peace. Jin ordered a moving truck for her. Jimin offered to help pack too, but she figured that she needed to be alone.
Celine needed to face Jeongguk alone. Without anyone else. Just the two of them. She had to pay the consequences for what she had done to him.
No matter how bad Jeongguk had been, it never gave her the right to cheat. She should have cut it off immediately.
Morally she knew that. But knowing how unhinged he could be, she knew it would've never been an option. Even if everything in her life worked out, even if sugar babying had never been her occupation, she knew leaving Jeongguk would be just as difficult.
He wanted her to feel that way.
But she also was scared. So scared of the way his hand would ball into a fist when she made him angry. Scared of the way he'd scream in her face and call her a bitch. Scared of the way he'd grab her hips and force himself on her.
It reminded her of every sugar daddy. Familiar.
She still hated herself for it everyday. No matter how much he hurt it.
And maybe that's another reason why she did it.
To return the hurt.
In the moment, it felt like the worst thing to do. For she bought she loved Jeongguk. That Jimin was just someone she listed after.
And she couldn't have been more wrong.
And that was something she would have to live with for the rest of her life.
Her stomach felt heavy, with something like lead. Her mouth dry, eyes tired and achy. Hands shaky with anxiety.
Will the truth kill him?
Will it kill me?
I won't be able to stand the look on his face.
But she would have to. He deserved to be told the truth, no matter how much she wanted to avoid it.
Once everything was gone, she looked around. Wondering how her life had changed so much within less than a year.
It was no she realized that she truly never thought of it as a home.
The walls too dark, sinking in onto her like a cave. The marble too hard and cold, ice shards on her stagnant body. Everything to sharp and steamed to perfection. The rooms all angular and closed in, feeling dreary and lifeless.
