~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...
═══════════════ And of all the thousand beautiful things, her restless eyes still rested upon him, seeking him. ═══════════════
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A YEAR LATER
She walked the street of a small town, Alberobello in Italy, far away from the place that once had her heart. Her walk is filled with utter confidence, layers of grace and elegance dripping out of her persona. Something so rare and beautiful he made her. She views some houses and out of everything, this little cafe fancies her eyes. Yellow it was. A colour that lives in her heart. She stops as she helps a child who just fell to the ground, playing. She ruffles his hair and smiles. The child might have noticed how her eyes gleamed but he didn't know why.
As she had ruffled his hair, a sensation pricked at her fingers. Strange. How she tries to find him in everyone.
She finally stands and waits for the traffic to clear and lets herself fly high in a brief unrequited memory.
Isn't it so beautiful? How yellow today became my favorite? How I didn't even had the urge to kill myself after I broke up with Namjoon? How I became so strong, how I accepted what life gave me? How I stopped pointing myself out, that no I wasn't the fault always. How I always survived on black yet didn't see the colors around. But when I met you. I started breathing and saw all the colors. Life comes in all colours and shades, some are beautiful, some are bad but we've just to survive through them and cherish the colours. Which I did Jungkook, I cherished what u gave me. The Elara you made today.
Elara's eyes settled on people maybe leaving for a funeral, to attend a wedding, for their first interview, maybe to propose someone? They all carried secrets in their hearts. She remembered about the secret her heart carried on that morning, about what she felt for Jungkook and maybe he felt something for her too?
Today was the day when she couldn't resist herself from opening the letter. A letter which contained Jungkook's address, the way to find him, the way to find sweetness. The address she had hunted out a year ago.
And finally today, she went to look for him, just to know how he is doing. No, she isn't expecting something or maybe she is. She isn't sure.
Elara stopped to ask a man, "Excuse me can you please guide me this address?"
He examined the paper carefully, adjusting his glasses, zooming the paper in and out and in an instant he stared at her, "You lookin for this man?"
Elara nodded nervously.
"But why have you brought his home address when all you need is his salon address?"
"He owns a salon?"
"He does and it's quite popular mamma mia!(oh, wow)"
Next, he let Elara know where his salon is and Elara quietly followed.
Her feet halted as she eyed the absolutely pasteled salon. Mostly yellows with truckin font written, "Jeon's salon" Inside, as she viewed through the glass windows, working females, lots of kits and on the roof it had glowy stars. What? Jungkook and stars doesn't go Together
She kept watching as Jungkook suddenly appeared out of a room, leaving her insights burning, her limbs twitching and her heart aching. Jungkook... He hadn't changed. Eyes still glowy.
All day long, she kept hiding there, wearing a scarf, listening to his voice, which still had the power to melt her, observing how he moved around flawlessly, and getting jealous when he smiled towards the females working there.
A woman around her 60s came in and Jungkook greeted her, "Please let me know what you want?"
"I'm seeing my son after 10 years and I just want to look good. But I don't have much.."
"We don't take much. And from you? Nah!" he shouted to his staff, "No one is charging my mother any money."
He smiles and sets her hair, putting a face mask and just a little touch of makeup but MY GOD. HE COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED HER. SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL. BUT NOT CHANGED AT ALL.
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As night struck the place, Jungkook shut his salon and walked home and she followed him. They walked and she felt the street more safer and more warmer. His back stiff and arms veined, along the sides. Can I just back hug you? Elara thought, quietly following him.
He stopped midway and Elara immediately hid herself, she wasn't ready for what came next.
"I know you're following me." Jungkook called out.
Huh? He knows its me? He knows I've been stalking him and following him since the day?
Not receiving a reply he called out again, "Whoever you are just stop or face me. Do you need something? Why do you follow me like that sweetie?"
Jeez- whoever? Ohkay he doesn't know its me. Thank You god. But sweetie?he's sweet to even Strangers too.
Shudders sliced through her heart as he started walking towards her. Her eyes shut as she kept hearing his footsteps seeping nearer and felt a strong grip at her hand, "Who are you?" Too much darkness couldn't let Jungkook see her face.
I'm someone who's the last person you would have wanted to see. I might ruin your night. Im sorry for showing up.
The lights came down running, lighting each bulb in a sequence and finally over them. Elara didn't meet eyes and the next word took her breath away, "Elara?"
Her eyes twinkled when faced him so close, the thickness still existing in the air as all she wanted to do was just wrap her arms around him.
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I hope ramadan goin v smoothingly for y'alls and its summer vacation so yayayaya. What are your plans? (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)♡
