Recently Oscar awarded actress Lorraine Acker and legendary idol Park Jimin fall into an addicting runaway excavation filled with escape plans from the media, a lot of laughter, and sex. But things start crashing down when the feelings turn hard and...
The rest of the day passed surprisingly nicely for Lorraine. It was time to relax so most people were lounging on the couch while some were playing outside.
During sunset, Jimin took her to the beach again and watched it with his fingers tangled with her own. She loved it when he smiled the way he did. With his eyes closed as to let the warm breeze caress his sunburnt cheeks.
She felt connected to him. Every time she looked at him, her heart pulled strings.
Then night settled in and her group of friends perched by the bonfire, roasting marshmallows and having the time of their lives. Her ears filled with their overlapping laughter, Jimin sitting beside her and snickering at something Ivey had said.
Lorraine was talking to Yoongi about production. The rapper had said that he wanted to try movie production in Hollywood so she had offered to talk to some directors for him.
She looked at her side to see the sea, the waves more energetic than before, clashing loud against the shore as if calling her towards them.
She excused herself and detached away from the group, going towards the sea as the strong wind hit her bare skin as her dress was backless. The sea had always been so beautiful, eerie and mind-numbing yet so, so comforting.
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The mood sadly wasn't showing its beauty tonight. Hiding, missing. Just like the moon, she felt something missing in her life, like a piece that wasn't in the puzzle. She stood there silently, staring at the moonless sky, the shores drenching the hem of her dress.
She didn't realise when Jimin had approached her until his hands grazed her bare back, on her tattoo. She stiffened as his hot breath fanned her ear before his face buried in the crook of her neck.
"Jimin," she breathed. The man hummed in response. She inhaled sharply.
"Are you sure you can handle me?"
She knew the question would catch him off guard, bit she needed to let it out because she didn't want to hurt Jimin. Not intentionally or unintentionally, ever.
"Why'd you ask that?" He blurted.
She sighed and turned around to face him.
"Because I'm- more fucked up than you think." She admitted.
"What does that even mean?"
She didn't say anything, she didn't know how to explain it. So she just looked down.
"Raine, is it about that night? When you pushed me away?"
Her eyes snapped up by how accurate Jimin was.
"It is, isn't it? You panicked. Why did you panick?" He urged more, hands grabbing her shoulders.
"My brain- fucks me up. I felt too much and I got scared." She answered.
