~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...
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Today, she was just there observing how Jungkook's smile flared up as he was talking dirty with those models while doing their make-up. It felt as if she was feeling a soft warm breeze cross her after those harsh days. She felt fresh.
She was heading back to her studio when she met with a poster.
"MODEL OF THE YEAR"
She read and the words filled her lungs with waves of cheerfullness. The award cermony to take place in two months. The award to which everyone looks upto and the model who wins this, sets her life. She gets calls, major projects offers and she be the queen.
Elara, stood there fantasizing when she was pushed a lil to grab her attention.
"Think you'll win this? Just your lil ass imagination," a blonde-haired model said. "I've been winning this since three years consecutively."
"You don't have to be that delusional, woman! Because you never know what's gonna happen this year." Elara's dream just flouncing in her head.
"Look at this new model dreaming to win that award, you can't, you culo(ass)!" the blonde-haired pointed at her.
"What did you just call me?"Elara's eyes burned with anger as her eyebrows drew closer.
"You culo!"the model repeated.
"Then who are you? Faccia di merda(asshole)?" Elara laughed.
"I'll see you! You bitch!"
"Awe sweetie."
A wave of utter delight and confidence banged at her heart but her overconfidence soon descended as she got knocked by her reality. She knew she had said just too much to her, but winning that award? That was difficult. Who would help her? Who even knows her here? I just can't give up on my dream. This is the reason I came here, the reason I escape home.
Ripples of sweat piled at her forehead when she didn't know what to do because she certainly didn't want that faccia di merda to win that place again.
And the name that struck her was, Jungkook. Yes he can help me.
Wiping her fear off, she went to look for him. Trying her best to calm her panicked state, she asked several models there but none knew where he was. Must be fucking someone. The most relatable thought she ever had.
Looking here and there, a feeling of calmness surrounded her knowing it was him, but making out in just the perfect order. The girl's leg wrapped around his waist, and he attacking her neck like it was a fucking meal to him, but oh well, it was.
Her moans irritating Elara, as she covered her ears. He's just kisisng her neck, why the fuck is she moaning that much?
Should I call him? Right now? I shouldn't. Her trembling hands touched the edge of the vase sitting at a table, making it drop and crash.
He was shocked seeing Elara again.
He whispered to the girl he was making-out to, "I'll be back. Just two minutes."
He straightened himself, fixed his hair and walked to her with heavy steps.
"What the fuck, Elara? This is like the third time you've interrupted me and this isn't nice of you!" The first ever time she saw him mad.
"Jungkook, I'm sorry but.."
"Are you jealous? Do you like me?" His tone serious.
"What? No. Ofcourse not. I need your help.."
"Whatever it is, I just don't want to see you again ruining my perfect moments. I'm still very hot, you can have a look at my boner."
"Shutup, okay? Listen to me for a while."
"We'll catch up later, sweetie."
And ignoring her, he went inside locking up the door.
I swear, I hate this horny asshole so much.She voiced in her heart.
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This book went missing for like two days and oof i thought that wattpad literally deleted it but wolla! It's back. (♡)
Also, since i used some italian curses, I've put the translation there to not confuse you.
