~Jungkook, an Italian makeup artist is made up of hundreds of candies and his soul dipped in caramel.
But what mesmerizes him more than his own soul is the new model he meets.
Elara, the lady whose skin is stitched with galaxies, poetries and myster...
═══════════════ The city around her was a pastel daydream, yet her own heart was a dark nightmare. ═══════════════
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"Hey, Jungkook, would you help me please? I just can't get this shit fixed." Jungkook eyed the model, who called him for help but he knew very well why she called him.
He followed the model in the dressing room and closed the door, seeing no one around. Jungkook's eyes flickered with lust, the model teased him more turning around, "Jungkook, please seal this zipper up. I can't reach my back."
And instead of pulling the zipper up, he pulled it down, her dress revealing her bare shoulders and her bra straps. He turned her around, pinning her, attacking her lips.
"You knew how much I wanted to touch you and this is the day. You wanted me too, didn't you?" He said whilst kissing.
With a smirky face, she shook her head, teasing more backing away a bit.
"Don't tease me more, honey." Decreasing the gap between them, he kissed her neck, her chin and then he showed a rush on her lips. Their kisses sloppy, begging for air. His hand traveled to pull down her strap, but a "shit. Shit. Shit." Pulled them apart.
The model quickly pulled her dress up and went outside, with her crimson face.
"Elara? Well, I-" Jungkook stuttered, still feeling himself wet.
"You don't have to explain yourself, I just came here to take my dress since it's a dressing room not a making out room."
"You don't know how close I was to touch her breasts. You should have knocked at least."
"You should have locked the door at least, but I guess you guys were so horny to even notice the door locked, yeah?" Elara spoke out, eyeing him.
"Why do you get upset, sweetie. Next time I will for sure lock the door when I'll have you inside, with me." He smirked.
"Can you just fuck off?"
"Well, we can fuc-"
"SHUTUP YOU LAME ASS. HUH!"
She took the dress and immediately left.
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The following day, when they got an off, Elara came out to dwell in the beauty of Venice. She was at a bridge her gaze trying its best to fix at a place. The sparkling water beneath her, the crimson gondolas paddling its way, the ancient yet beautiful buildings and the azure sky.
Venice was the best thing that ever happend to her, she knew now.
She peeled away the wrapper of a chocolate, feelings its velvety texture upon her tongue, when a tap distracted her.
"Oh, so Elara sweetie is sad. I see."
"Jungkook? What? Who said I'm sad?"
"Well, this chocolate did. You always have a chocolate when you're sad, ahaan?"
Her eyes sparkled with the joy that someone at least noticed.
"Uh, no. I'm fine."
"I know you're fine as fuck, babe." Smirking again.
"Not in the mood!"
"You're never in the mood though. Sometimes I wonder if you really have hormones and your pituitary gland is working well."
A soft giggle across her face.
"OH MY GOD. DID ELARA JUST LAUGH? DID I HEAR SOMETHING?"
"Jungkook- you do have a lame ass I know but a dramatic one? I didn't know."
"Well, now you do. But I'm sure you'll get to know more about me when we get along, ahaan?"
She nodded, whilst walking upon the bridge and Jungkook walking side by side.
"Doesn't that mean we're friends now?" Jungkook chimed, his pastel pink shirt still distracting her.
"Maybe. But you'll be just a friend nothing more."
"But I love strawberries. I want strawberries." Jungkook blurt out while pouting.
"What? Get your ass to the shop or a vendor then. I'll take a leave now, since I'm late."
"Elara.. Well, okay. But at least now I have a friend and I won't be able to sleep tonight. Muah muah muah." His voice echoing and some people around eyeing them both.
She giggled again, but this time Jungkook couldn't see her as she was walking off and he stood there sending kisses.
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Night struck her, but her sadness soon turned out to be dangerous. Just like few of those nights, she stared herself in mirror. Hair a mess.
She smudged her lip colour, messing her cheek, removing her mascara and linear giving her black underneaths.
It's just the makeup that makes you pretty, you're not beautiful. You wear make-up to hide it all, you're ugly, your family was right. You should probably die. Who will ever love a dark soul like you? Who even wants you here?
A river of tears streaming down when she shut her ears, to stop the voices in her head again. Telling her that she's ugly, she couldn't do anything in life, but everytime those voices rummaged in her head, she believed them.
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Don't get confused, Gondolas are the boats used for traveling purposes in Venice. They're hella pretty thou.
But thankyou for whoever is still connected to the story Means v v much. ❤❤
