|Bleach your soul|

"I am resigning," Ryan deadpanned, watching the shadowy goddess wandering in the witch's cauldron. The vast palace seemed like they were standing on the edge of the universe; cold, silent, black.

"Submit your letter first, honey," Leona absentmindedly said, sedulous and head over heels for her new place. "Jimin worked well on this."

Ryan scoffed. "Seriously, why would lock that shy man with me? Gosh, he kept blushing and whining about how devoted he is to his girlfriend's pussy and work."

"You didn't fuck? I was hoping to catch you in a sixty-nine position or something."

Ryan clicked his tongue dismissively. "Leo darling, no, no. I swear that man can't even say the word sex without stuttering. He's an innocent, confused little bean."  

"Perfect for a playboy like you," Leona remarked, smiling as she glanced around.

Now, they were in the new place designed by Jimin for Leona. The mansion intrigued her with the icy blanket of shadow garnished over the place. Everything was black. The smooth night sky furniture was orchestrated so elegantly inside the mysterious caves of black. The daylight had to go through a fierce battle to trespass in the house with the satin veils of midnight sea hanging like eyelashes over the gothic windows. 

"The house is modern with a stardust serein of gothic architecture. I like it," she commented, finally satisfied with something.

Leona heaved her blank eyes and the resemblance of a sparkling chandelier swarm in the Marmoris. Her lips parted in awe as she droned in the menorahs glowing with lavender-scented candles.

Her boots softly clicked making a harmonious sound as she scaled up on the prosaic inky stairs. It wasn't a house, but a freaking palace. 

"Either this guy has a shit load of money, or either he has a corpse hidden in this house," She commented, strolling into the death alley heading to the bedrooms. They were four-bedroom on the second floor. As she expected, her bedroom didn't turn her down. 

Black mattress, velvety curtains, polished marble desk, candelabrums neatly styled, just a bedroom designated for a valiant queen. 

"Trust people a little, he seems like a nice guy and of course, they have a shit load of money. His family is royalty. His uncle is mayor, his mother was a model, his father owns multiple companies in different countries, and Jimin is a successful model and director of the main branch of Parks. Can you believe it? His IQ is over 150; hot and smart." Ryan sang in praises of Jimin which earned him an eye roll.

"That's your gay ass speaking."

Leona walked over to the deck. The cool wind soon aggressively kissed her and the vista of a small lake and yard greeted the winter hair beauty. She was now highly impressed and satisfied with the house.

"My stuff, when it will be delivered?"

"Tomorrow, hopefully. Don't worry, I asked them to get it all. If something is left behind, I will travel back since Tayson is not letting you. And I will give the keys to the London apartment to Dalia."

"She's is annoying," Leona started, talking about the only person beside Tayson, who could make her snap and respond to their bullshit.

"You find everyone annoying, what's new?"

Leona stared in the void, not believing that she was back for good. When she left the country, she was so damn sure that no matter what, she would never live here. But life loves to be a noxious bitch to us.

The buzzing of her phone shook her from her trance and she pressed the Bluetooth to receive the call.

"Lia." The soft voice spoke, and her heart melted like butter.

"I told you not to contact me," she said, voice low and filled with tension.

"I never agreed, now did I?" the cocky and cheerful boyish tone chimed. "So sis, what are you up to? I am just getting ready to go on a date. I will send you lots of pictures."

Leona sighed at her tenacious little bean. "Lev, if they know you are in contact with me, it will be in trouble."

"I don't care and I moved out, anyway. I have nothing to do with them, just like you," Lev said, resentment and irritation crystal in his tone.

"Don't be so reckless, be good," she told him softly, feeling her heavy chest easing out upon hearing his voice.

"You know, I am graduating the university in a month. I want you to be here, with me. I want you to watch me graduate like a proud sister."

Her heart surged in happiness and the beads of pearl adorned her inky eyelashes. Her little brother was graduating, it was hard to ruminate how instantaneously the innocent boy now grew up as a brilliant suave man.

"You are still working in Greece, in that restaurant, right?"

Leona hummed in response, biting her tongue to swallow the words.

"Then if I don't see you on my graduation day, I will abandon my ceremony and fly to Greece to hunt you down," the man toiled to intimidate her and she found herself chortling at his bullheadedness.

"I told you, I can't. I have work. My boss won't let me off," she sleekly paltered, running her gracile fingers through the silk tresses.

The silence dwell for a long time and Leona frowned, checking if the line was still connected.

"Lev, are y-"

"Come back. Please. I am not a child now, Lia. I am twenty-one and will get my university degree soon. And you know I am great at football, I will easily get a position on the national team, get my own house so you can come here and stay with me. I can take care of you. I don't care about mom, dad, about Hyung. I hate them. How did they forget you? I can't stand them acting like you....you don't exist. You exist. For me, you do. I won't let you suffer, okay? So quit that waitress job, and get your ugly ass here. I am now tired of waiting, Lia. I miss you so much," he said with a shaky breath. Agony and pain stained his joyful voice and Leona's grip toughened on the cool rails. She said nothing, as a lone got tear seared down her cheek.

"I am sorry, Lev. I ca-" her words stuck in her throat, her head pending with ache and her lungs compressed, making it harder for her to breathe.

"Lia?"

She quickly disconnected the line, clutching her phone and forcing herself to breathe.

It's okay, it's okay. You are fine, you are alright, she assured herself, blinking away the cold tears and didn't pick up the calls.

"You okay?" Ryan's voice resonated from her behind as Leona clamped her jaw, regaining her posture.

"When I am not?" she spoke, voice thick with emotions. She drew a few deep breaths and held her chin up, turning to look at her manager.

"Make sure my schedule is clear tomorrow, I have to meet someone important."

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Jimin: Good morning, cub.

Blacksoul: 

Jimin laughed out loud and embraced his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned to reply to her beautiful text.

Jimin: I know you are eager to fuck me, but it's early morning, don't be so horny.

Blacksoul: Sir, you need to touch some grass.

Jimin: Ma'am, you need to chuck yourself in an ice block. Calm down. What got my baby so mad in the morning?

Blacksoul: Your disgusting name on my phone.

"Gosh, this woman has some serious issues. Couldn't she just reply sweetly to my good morning," he fused, buttoning up his shirt.

"For the hell's sake, eat your breakfast. And stop annoying her, boss."

Jimin ignored the man and threw himself on the bed, smiling as he text her.

Jimin: Who are you kidding? Your phone must be flattered by my incoming text. 

Blacksoul: Boy, I ordered ten kg bleach to wash my phone.

Jimin: Girl, put that bleach to good use. Don't be shy and rinse your soul instead.

Blacksoul: Did that what's her fucking name woman ignored your text? That you are texting me?

"She's still fucking on it!" Jimin cursed under his breath.

Blacksoul: Stop texting me and that baby shit. You aren't my sperm donor.

Jimin: I was just being a decent human being. Seriously, does your phone even ring? I am sure there's no one to call you.

He waited for her response, rolling onto his stomach and glancing at his watch. "Make sure the VVIP route is accessible, just to her."

"Okay."

When her response didn't delight his phone, he frowned and re-read the text he sent, realizing it wasn't a nice thing to say.

"I fucked up, I guess."

Jimin let out an exaggerating sigh. "Why did you even text her? And don't give me the excuse of saying you wanted to ask her if she's coming to the company cause you know that she would be there since I delivered a specialized card to her doorstep to welcome her to the Park Visions." 

Jimin settled on his brain, biting his lower lip. "Yesterday, we got a bit intense. I guess, I said a few harsh things."

"So, you wanted to apologize?"

Jimin sneered, rolling his eyes. "The fuck would I? I was just stating facts. Forget it." He frowned, eventually letting it go as his boss stood, tossing his phone away.

"Did you get the information I asked for?" Jimin inquired, all of the sudden thinking about the emerald crushed under wild ocean eyes. He pondered the preceding day's conversation with her. 

"Yes," Chul proudly stated, handing him the file as Jimin pushed the sleeves of his shirt above his elbows and stood directly in the gushing fragile sun rays. Holding the file in one hand, he ruffled his silk black tresses and shove his other hand in the pocket of his pants.

The ashes of grey blazed a trail of flames as he drew a quick read of the silvery pages. The white shirt clinging to his muscular frame was almost see-through in rays that traced the fine outline of his waist and abs. Jimin tilted his head and frowned.

"Sia is married to Sung-Ho. I know that of course, I had attended their boring wedding."

"Don't tell me you slept with her?" Chul commented in a shade of dread which reaped him a what the fuck look from Jimin. Sung-Ho was his friend and the CEO of the entertainment agency where Jimin worked as a model.

Jimin locked his eyes to the file settled in his hand, trying to join the dots. "Sia is Leona's Sister-in-law." He rolled his tongue inside his cheek, a furrow still nuzzling his forehead.  "But why she's asking me to not work with her?"

"Jealousy?" Chul suggested. "It could be because both, Leona and Sia we're the finalist of the pageant contest. Then Leona disappeared and Sia won."

Jimin jerked his head with a scoff. "Nah, Kwon Leona is a rare piece. All the women I know would do anything to be her even for ten seconds."

"Does that include Chohee?"

"You are asking to get punched, aren't you motherfucker?" The jet hair man cursed, rolling his eyes. Chohee can't be compared with anyone."

A smile graced his lips by just thinking about the short chestnut brows hair, red lips, a kind smile, and innocent brown eyes, he liked it all. For him, Chohee was the second most special woman in his life. First was his mother. 

Though the memoirs he shared with Chohee were bittersweet, but he cherished them with every limp in his body. She was his childhood friend after all.

"Yeah sure, boss. Well, Leona's manager informed me that she will get into the company an hour late since she's engaged in work."

"That woman just commits things her way," Jimin murmured, pulling on the deep blue jacket. "Her office is set up, right?"

"Yes. But why give her office? She can just work from her house or wherever. Do you realize her being in the company will be troublesome? We have to be careful, look after her."

Jimin gave it a thought for a minute, before shaking his head, because Chul was right. It was as if Jimin was writing the invitation to the problems and grace his life. "I think the closer she is the better. I would be able to keep eye on her since I am spending a fortune for her."

"Cool." He clasped his wallet and  Chul pushed open the heavy vanished door for him.

"Let's welcome the black soul in the world of colors."

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