❝i'm dangerous.❞
❝well, hi dangerous. i'm violet.❞
a story where violet manson is hired as a model for the short fused jeon jungkook.
photographer au
sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 30/06/19
ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: 21/08/19
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IMG.06 - MASTERPIECE
YOU KNOW I still don't agree with you doing this.
and i'm still going to do it anyway. this is my choice not yours.
i'm just trying to do what's best for you.
you're just putting your nose in places it shouldn't be.
i want to keep you safe.
you want to keep me trapped.
i know him.
i know the real him.
the conversation her and taehyung had shared, before she had fled her apartment, span around her mind over and over as she stood at the entrance of the exhibition. adapting herself to the tears that blanketed the parisian streets with a shimmering sheet. a navy raincoat embracing her figure.
cool drops dusted her nose into a soft rose pigment, arms folded as her eyes explored the environment in search for jungkook's silhouette. heart contracting with anticipation whenever she thought she saw him, only to find herself a fool to her own eyes.
he is coming.
right?
"you're going to catch a cold if you keep on standing out here in the rain." violet didn't even need to turn in the man's direction to learn his identity. purely recognising the clash of soft silk and coarse velvet that intertwined to complete his voice.
twisting to face him, she found a tame smirk laced on his lips, accompanied by the dew drops that inhabited his cheeks like crystalline freckles. "and since when are you immune from catching colds?" she teased. "since forever. now come on, we didn't come here to stand in the rain. we came here for art and inspiration." his fingers ventured to take her own, pulling her inside of the white-pillar archway that trapped the warm light of the exhibit.
as soon as beige met beige, it felt as if the chilling rain was erased, aquamarine skies and golden pools of light carefully painted in their place. every part of her body ignited with a buzz of dazzling electricity.
identical sensations rushing through every part of the man.
classical art soon occupied the seemingly desolate chalk walls of the halls. with its appearance brought their separation as violet abandoned their bashful hold of each other. her fingers seeming colder than they had ever been.
