~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 I'll always keep making love to your eyes, your soul, your body until we run out of breath. ═══════════════
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S I X M O N T H S L A T E R
Jungkook walks to his workplace, his dreamland, the salon. His heart on a display of soft love. His customers standing outside eye him, and that's the look he always reads easily. They don't just picture him alone but Elara with him. He walks with traces of her still on him, skimmed everywhere.
Jungkook was at peace now, Jungkook and Elara took trials for wrong things but now found the tranquility they needed amongst the tender nights smitten with laughter, amongst the locals, who didn't know them, about their past, about their journey or their mistakes. They accepted them for what they were.
Jungkook watches his customers when they sit and wait for their masks to dry, watching the model's face almost everywhere plastered. They adore her and sometimes envy Jungkook too. He knows.
That's the woman on the wall, the model on the wall, his love on the wall, Elara on the wall. and her face, dabbed with all glamorous hairstyles and various sorts of makeup.
Every now and then, Jungkook would sit and have Elara before his eyes. Once, before he could make love to her, he expressed "Elara," he pierced into her eyes and spoke with such earnestness, his heart ached. "I wish I was a painter."
"Painters are artists and that's what you are. You do everything just the only difference is, you do it with makeup brushes and a kit."
"But I can't draw you.."
"You don't have to. You paint me each day with your makeup brush, Jungkook."
"You're so beautiful, I wished I could sketch your bare body and paint it."
He embraced her then, her skin still the softest part of a petal. He traced fingers down her back as he stiffened his grip around her. Drapping her in sheets he carried her to his balcony.
"Just let me be your painter for now and act as if someone is picturing you on a canvas. Don't worry I won't paint you, sweet buns. I suck at painting anyhow."
After a while, he came back with a brush sitting neatly at his ear and a bag, filled with makeup and kits.
He watched her face as his look swept the whole of it and rested upon her lips. He caressed her face and then her lips when she tried to bite his finger softly.
"Don't move."
He knew what was in his mind and the look he wanted to create on her skin. Knowing she would be the last and the first woman he'd ever given that look to.
Smoothly, he blended the hues of mulberry and azure, to give the wild purple sunset look. His fingers worked its way onto her lips, stroking them with shades of mauve and splattered glitter at her lips.
Closely, Jungkook watched the colours of galaxies stretched on her face. That's my galaxy, that's my world.
"Where you heading?" He asked, pulled back from his trance realm after staring at her for some good minutes.
"To see what you created." She sounded excited.
"You can't." He held her, as if he held a piece of art and she was. "What I did to your face is what I feel when we kiss, when I'm inside you, when I hear your voice, when you pose for me and no one, not even you is allowed to see what I created. You make me see a world of galaxies and that's what your name says even. A moon to jupiter. Elara isn't an earthly name." he kissed her fingers.
She parted her lips in annoyance.
"This moment is mine. You're mine. Let me have you for all the years to come." He said, as he immediately noticed the first light hit her skin as it went delirious with gold.
The next thing she knew was, Jungkook planting moon-softened kisses on her face, her shoulders, hwr breast, everywhere. His kisses swindled such a dreamy asmosphere that she lost the track of time and things working around.
He sucked her lips, feeling the tiny beads of glitter in her mouth and tasting the makeup. His lips smudged the glitter all over her skin wherever he left a trace of his kiss. Each inch of her body shined, his eyes gulped the whole of her. He kept gliding inside of his world, of his galaxy, that only belonged to her. He watched her face, makeup smudged badly around her lips as he eat her out.
Elara locked her hands in his hair as she squirmed with him, and let herself fade away into the world he wanted to take her.
Watching the sun, seeping a bit higher the both drifted into a slumber, living and breathing into each other forever.
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❝ N O T E T O S E L F❞
■Never judge a decision made by someone without knowing their backstory. ■Always believe in the power of you. You can do it. ■Love yourself. If you can't love yourself then don't expect others to love you too. ■you can be someone's sweetness to their bitter world.
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Thankyousm to each one of You for being a part of this book, Voting on it or not, im glad you You read this book and enjoyed it♡
I didn't plan much for this book, for Wanted to focus on my poetical skills. But as i kept writing it, it became into a novel. This is the genre i tried and I'll not be sticking into this. Bcs mature content isnt my type lmao.
And talking about my next book? I might, might not publish bcs of The descrease in traffic on wattpad. But even if i do, it will be Based on "a summer's dream, loving the stars" pattern. Deep and beautiful♡
Im still writing a book, however im not publishing it anywhere. But If you think i should, just let me know by droping a yes here♡
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