"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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"What I can do is Make a pretty flower That resembles you Blossom in this garden, in this world Then breathe as the person you know But I still want you" The Truth Untold-BTS
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1 year later
Celine woke up, golden light pouring into her eyes. Though not a morning person, she couldn't help but deny the comfort of her body wrapped in silky pink sheets.
The girl shut her eyes gently, yawning as she burrowed herself in them. Savoring the warm vanilla and lavender scent. The movement causing the arm wrapped around her waist to fall off of her. The girl as she heard a soft groan to her right. A man beautifully laying beside her, where he belonged.
Jimin. Her boyfriend.
Her Jimin.
The butterflies attacked her, a fury of tickles in her stomach. Cheeks a bright pink from blushing. Nose scrunching without a second thought, a wild grin spreading across her face as she stared at the man she loved.
Silver hair sprinkling across his face like tiny jewels. Lips pursed out like a baby chicks, his eye lashes fluttering in sleep. Nose pink from the December chill, soft leaving his mouth. The girl couldn't help but laugh at his smushed face. Celine leaned forward, placing a kiss on one of his sharp, but pillowy cheeks.
Celine would never get used to it. Waking up in, with him so close. All the happiness in the world, making the mornings seem a little brighter. Without the fear of having to leave. Of getting caught. The anxiety of knowing they would be pulled apart from each other, gone.
They were themselves. They were true.
They were as perfect as love itself.
This, was her life now.
Since last winter, a lot had happened.
She had become a full time artist. The whole city knew of her abilities now. Her work was even admitted to a museum. The girl couldn't have been more happy, doing what she loved rather than just surviving.
And most importantly, her and Jimin got back together.
They had reconciled, and turned their relationship into something real. A friendship with stability, communication, and hope. It all became finite after that fateful exhibit. After he had shown her just how much he cared for her. Celine had decided to move in with Jimin. They didn't want to waste another minute not being together. For it had been too painful to be apart.
It was not a huge life adjustment, for it was what each person wanted.
Jimin set her up a studio in one of his empty rooms. He couldn't stop fidgeting when she moved in, cheeks flushed. Watching her as she placed her clothes in his closet, setting up blankets in the living room. Putting her favorite mugs in the cupboard. Celine couldn't help the giddiness she felt, as her things became his. And his became hers.
