Author's POV
"Jimin, come here!"
The strong voice stopped him from letting his lips touch the edge of the glass. His eyes landed on the long corridor through which the voice echoed once more. Slowly he put his wine glass back on the table.
"Jimin!"
Putting his crossed leg back down, he got up before his feet touched the cold ground. The ends of the ribbon that hung at his waist streaked across the steps as he ran down the stairs.
"What happened?" His angelic aura filled the hall-like living room. But it went out as soon as he spotted two people on the floor.
With his accelerated pulse, he ran towards him and bent down too. His eyes widened as he saw her face, in her right hand a large brush, which was just dabbed in white paint.
"What happened, Jungkook?"
Carefully he laid her head on his thigh. "She was about to start painting the wall, and then..." with his big eyes, he blinked at Jimin.
"Bring her to my bed, please."
Jungkook nodded frantically and lifted her up slowly. Her arms hung down loosely, her light brown hair taking on a golden shimmer since the place was brightened by a large golden chandelier.
With big steps they walked through the corridor that led into Jimin's room. Jungkook laid her on the round bed, stepping aside. Jimin took the last sip of the wine and sat down on his bed. He looked over his own shoulder to look at her.
"Do you think..." Jungkook began, but stopped.
Jimin just smiled at him before lifting her right hand and letting it find its way to his heart. As her fingers touched his chest, he closed his dark eyes and took a deep breath. He pressed his inner palm against her outer one and could only wait.
Jungkook ran through his long black hair and bit his teeth. He hated to wait. Impatience was his number one enemy in this life.
Just as he was about to let go of her hand, the whole floor vibrated under their feet.
It was Jimin's very loud heartbeats that echoed.
"Oh my God" ,Jungkook whispered as he caught sight of the lamp swinging back and forth over him. As if there was an earthquake. Something brushed against his foot, making him look down until he realized that with every heartbeat an object was falling from the shelves.
The moment Jimin looked at her lips, the crack started to speed up. And even louder when he imagined how they must feel.
And then, she opened her eyes.
With a wry smile he said, "So... Would you like to have some grapes?"
Three hours before
Jongsuk pulled her back in. "And I won't let you do it!"
She placed her hand on her waist. "And I won't let you do it!" ,she imitated him, rolling her eyes.
Jongsuk grabbed her cell phone and read the message one more time. "Why should you?! That's totally strange."
"What's strange about that? It doesn't matter what you paint on. As an artist you have to be able to paint on all kinds of surfaces. If I miss this opportunity, I'll hate you the most. You know how important this is for my studies."
Jongsuk suddenly nodded while putting on his leather jacket. "Okay, you're right. Let's go."
He stepped out of his penthouse, but Diona didn't. "I swear to God, come after me, and I'll cut your most precious one into a hundred pieces and serve them with your blood as a sauce on top to all the one-night stands you've had so far."
