~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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“I'll be back, soon.” taking her face in his hands, Jungkook said, “I promise.”
Elara kept sitting there, waiting for him as he went. About something she was hopeful of, he might bring his original heart and his original feelings. Something, no everything would change once he would be back. Elara smiled, and played with her hair thinking about Jungkook, his little confession last night and his promise. Her world was about to change, she was sure of. She thought of the things she'll say to him, of the things she'll listen him say because everything was just glass clear in front of them and none could deny.
She stood up, from this hill her voice would echo and she let it, “This is the happiest day of my life.”
On the other hand, Jungkook didn't spend much time picking up apples, he just wanted to be back. The blush that traveled down his cheeks flared out in his eyes as he ran a hand brushing his hair. He knew he felt like dancing right now, or at least practice of what he'll say but wait- what exactly does he have to say? That's the thing, he doesn't have to. Worda weren't needed as his spoke when he promised her.
Quickly he picked apples and washed them by a near river.
Elara counted the seconds when a warm pair of arms engulfed her in a hug. He was here. Beads of ecstasy trickled down her heart as she tightened the grip around him, she didn't look at his face she didn't need to. “I can't explain what I feel for you J..”
The rhythm of her blissful voice broke as she heard him say. “Elara, I know and I'm sorry I couldn't reach you as quickly as I should have. It's all my fault. You know I love you so much, tell me you're okay?” The man detached the woman from his chest only to shoot in her eyes the love he had for her but unfortunately, it wasn't the man Elara was expecting.
Elara's eyes fell shut as she bit her lower lip because of the mistake she was about to make, of the realities that hit her heart like a thorn to her skin. And everything turned wrong.
“Namjoon? I am okay.” Each word hit her throat as it came out. She stood there engulfed in Namjoon's arms when watched Jungkook arriving with his girlfriend and some police officers.
Both shot a look of despair, of the end, of how the thing could have turned out. The killing of the hope “things could have worked.”
Jungkook walked to Elara with the apples he collected for her. His heart, burning in her name. Burning in the feeling. People would have said, Jungkook would be an actor of the way he hid his original feeling, after all he was a master in that.
Before he could hand them to her, Namjoon threw them on the ground and in the dirt they rested.
“Do you even realize this ain't a game, this would have been dangerous? Why did you pull Elara into this shitty game of yours?” Namjoon fired.
“Hold on, Man! She wasn't here alone, both of us were stuck and this wasn't something intended so shut up!” Jungkook yelled back still meeting eyes with her.
“What do you think of yourself?” Namjoon pushed Jungkook. “That's how easy it goes? We all know you're a Womanizer and you brought Elara here for your own selfish purposes.” Another push.
“Tell us, Jeon Jungkook that this wasn't intended and that you knew nothing about this forest? The way out? Because look how dumb you were leaving your cell phone behind and your google history told about your plan, coincidence?”
The words had already been boiling Jungkook's blood. Any moment he would smash his face on the ground but because of her, only because of her he was backing away.
“Tell me what you liked about my girlfriend so much that you planned this shit? Her body? Her lips? Her..”
And what Namjoon met was a punch in his face as he fell to the ground with a bleeding lip.
“Not a fucking word more!” no, not about her. Before the fight could have escalated, Elara and Valentia separated them.
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In plane, Elara, contemplated the ending. So that's how it ends? Before it even started.. You promised me you'll be back, but you didn't come, Jungkook. I waited for you to talk your heart's content. I wanted to hear everything you had to say.. What did you want to say so badly to plan this night?
Elara, I Just wanted to see you for the last night, just wanted to watch you asleep for the last time. Just wanted to take you in my arms for the last time...
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Last time? What's happening? Any guesses why Jungkook talks about last time? Sjsk No pls, he ain't dying😂
