|A stupid fairytale|

"I wanted it deep," there was a spark of annoyance in her frosty voice.

A nefarious smile united with his lips. "What? My dick? We didn't even-"

Whack!

A hard punch in his arm roughly made him bereave his control over the automobile. Jimin let out a string of blasphemy under his breath with a choked chuckle.

"That colour, the deeper shade of green with a slight tint of black would have worked," Leona protested, clearly mirthless over Jimin because he deal with the colours even though she affirmed she wouldn't ever use them.

"No, it's perfect. I like it. The colour resembles your eyes," he said heedlessly, pensively dipping his head in the arctic ocean, yearning to shove the words back right down his throat.

Did I indirectly profess my love for her eyes? 

Wait, what? Now, did I mention Leona and love in a single sentence? 

Yes, I am officially losing my shit.

"Again, where are we going?" Leona asked, smoothing her fingers down her Rapunzel hair and Jimin's hands pricked to do it for her.

Would she kill me if I touch her hair?

Yes, his inner voice confided.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, man.

Jimin shifted a gear, hustling the car down the boulevard. The street was superfluous resplendent with the cluster of lavender trmoultingnggg their cherished leaves, painting the concrete in the penumbra of violaceous. The dusk sky devoured the sun, leaving behind the flecks of bluish-red sensually blending with lilac.

Jimin hampered the car nowhere between paradisical places and witness the look of hypnotic awe in her eyes then her nose scrunched in disgust.

"Did we just jump in some stupid fairytale?" she rumbled, crossing her hands across her chest. 

He stepped out of the car, and then hold the door open for her. Leona didn't make a move to step out and stared at him with an agnostic look as if he killed her cat.

"Come on, it's placid. I need a break and you need inspiration. We can sit here for a while," he asserted, shrugging his shoulder as if it wasn't a big deal. 

But it was.

Lilac valley is the place he discovered with his friends and he always had wassail in there to calm his soul when he grew tired of his work, constant shoots, and fake people surrounding him. He let her in his safe place. What was he doing? He didn't trust her, but he was unfolding his life in front of her, maybe because he knew she needed this. 

Offering little comfort doesn't hurt, now does it?

"Just ten minutes," Leona retorted with her infamous bitch face, though the gleam in her eyes conveyed that she wanted to revel here too.

"Just ten minutes, I promise." He nodded, extending his hand. Leona darted her eyes back and forth his hand and face, then ignored it.

Jimin smiled as if he expected that and hopped on the bonnet of the car. "Here," he said, patting the place beside him.

"You behold a ph.d degree in making me want to stab you twenty times in hundred different ways." The repugnance was clarion in her rigid movements as she sowed herself beside him, crossing her legs and sitting like a Siberian statuette. 

"You say that because you hate it that I always allure you to doing things you don't want to." Jimin let out a sigh, leaning back, gaze drilling into the sky. He could feel her penetrating stare at him before she followed his actions.

Their eyes closed on their own accord. The idyllic whiff fondled around them, and the euphonious sound of slow breeze and insects trapped their souls in nature's amphitheatre. The air bore a promise of amaranthine protection from the cruel world.

"Now, do you still want to kill me?" he asked in a very hush, afraid to ruin the peace hanging between them.

 "Yes."

He chuckled, looking at her serene frame— eyes closed, lips in a tiny smile, giving him a glimpse of her dimple. She looked like a halcyon ocean. And may God save him from drowning himself in her. The soft glow of purple haze teased her skin, and his eyes were drawn to her crazy mass of eyelashes slightly fluttering. The charcoal dress contrasted with her saffron complexion, pitch-black winter hair that she festooned like a crown, lips bare; free from any ersatz tints. 

The place was like heaven and she was like an angel. For a minute, Jimin felt revealed that she was a secret artist, his secret artist, away from the greedy gazes of people.

"Eres Hermoso," he husked before he could stop himself.

Leona snapped her eyes open, riveting him. "What did you say?" 

Jimin shook his head. "Not something you should know. Let's play a game. I will give you the privilege to get to know Park Jimin."

"Uuh. I will pass." Leona sighed, breathing in deep.

"Shut up and play. If you answer my questions, I will let you replace something from your office."

Her Marmoris eyes shone. "How many things I could replace?"

"The number of questions you answer. You have you answer all the questions, if you pass something, you'll have to give up one of your black dresses."

Leona hummed. "What if you didn't answer one of my questions?"

Jimin grinned, enjoying that she didn't flip him off. "I will go without sex for a month."

Leona let out a dark chuckle. "Now that would be worth it."

"I will go first. When did you meet Ryan?"

"Four years ago."

"How?"

"Ronald hired him."

"He has been your assistant since then?"

"Yes."

Jimin bit his tongue, irked by her answer in one word game. He wanted a particularized response and he was determined to get it. 

"Now my turn," Leona said, straightening her shoulder and flashing a hellish smile. He knew she would ask him about Chohee. So, he cognitively prepared a rough response to her question.

"Jimin," she began, leaning close, seductively brushing his messy locks away from his forehead. "What's the password of your black card?"

The man stupefied gazed at her before a peal of laughter bubbled up in his chest resonating in the lavender mists. "You keep surprising me, girl."

 "Password?"

"The sum of numbers of the date when I debuted plus my birth year. Who taught you to paint?" he asked, being genuine about the question. A part of him was excited cause he was sitting beside the artist he had admired for this long. 

Leona shuffled nigher to him and if it was some other woman he would have thought it was intentional, but with Leona, he knew it wasn't. She tormented her rosy lower lip, before answering. "Umm, maybe my grandmother."

"Maybe? Care to elaborate chica," he said, a Spanish word smoothly rolling off his silk tongue.

"I used to play around her when she painted for fun and it fascinated me. She taught me about colours and glass painting. Later, I started painting on my own, experimenting with chromatism, tints, acrylics, and wax paints. Confidence kicked in when the prizes began galloping in my way for that. That's all I am giving out. What about you?"

Jimin smiled even without trying. "My mama taught me. She always wanted to become an artist but she fell hopelessly in love with my dad, got distracted, and dragged him to the alter. Then she fell in love with herself and the film industry. So, when she had me, she was determined to make me dwell in paints. God, her craze was so extraordinary that she wanted my first word to be Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci."

"You sound like mama's boy," Leona commented, shuffling a bit closer. Their legs grazed each other and the warm sensation lured his body.

A gravitation force pulled their bodies oh so naturally that none of them could protest. The spaghetti dress wasn't doing a great job in imprisoning the bad boy charm of Jimin. The sliver of cleavage was visible and Tayson wanted to do nothing but run his tongue o-

No. Getting a boner isn't my intention. Seeing her smiling is.

"Can't completely deny and can't agree with that," he simply said.

"Where you got that Spanish accent?" She asked, sounding loyally interested. He was partly distracted by the way the wisps of her silk tresses dance behind her, baring the side of her neck.

Licking his lips, he said, "In Italy, I was in university where there were Spanish folk in large numbers, also the 3Ks are half-Mexican, so just they grew on me."

"3Ks?"

"Kim brothers, Taehyung, the asshole, you met him. Namjoon is an asshole too. The eldest; Jin, I can't say he is any better."

Humming, Leona cracked her neck, tumultuously wincing and holding the nape of her neck. Jimin dodged closer with a profound frown.

"What's wrong?" He tried to see her face through the thick curtain of her hair. She hooked her head vigorously, still holding her neck. Jimin gnawed into his lower lip and gently placed his hand on her shoulder,  sliding her hair aside to get a look at the problem.

"Don't, Jimin. Ju-."

"Shhh," shushing her, his eyes meticulously examine a scar on her pearly skin, running down her spine. His stomach crunched in the blue funk cause it looked murderously painful.

His thumb traced the cicatrix with utter delicacy, and he close-fisted swallowed before speaking. "How?"

She was quiet, silently permitting him to caress the flaw of her ugly fate.

"Christ, Leona. Does it still pains?" He suck in a sharp breath, wanting her to just express herself, wanting to know what pierced her skin and heart.

"Sometimes, yeah. I was just in an accident. Nothing much," she replied, hurling the thick veil of her hair to blanket her back. Sealing her wound.

Jimin reluctantly dropped his hand, brain blasting with millions of questions boiling in his mind. How did she get hurt? Was it an accident? She isn't lying, she is? Was it bad? 

"Oh, yes!" Leona curiously exclaimed, dragging him out of his trance. "Where was Chul yesterday?" 

Jimin frowned at the sudden diversion of the topic. "Don't know. I was with you."

"Do you think your assistant slept with my assistant?"

"Either that or they are religious," Jimin said, recalling the blushing face of Chul and that starry glow and glitters in his eyes. 

"They fucked." Chul and Leona concluded simultaneously with blithe smirks.

"Should I be worried? Chul isn't into the one-time things. That man is a keeper, I don't think I could say the same about Ryan," he said, attentively knowing she would snap.

"Ryan is a good man. Playboy? Yes. But so are you," she said with a cavalier look, gracing her not-so-pleasant tone.

Jimin cleared his throat, taking off his blazer. "It's not about me. It's about him. Stop insulting me cause I fool around."

Leona rolled her eyes, shrugging off the cerulean blazer that he extended towards her. "I am stating facts. Truth stings."

"What's wrong with having sex?"

Leona looked at him as if he asked the most incoherent thing in the world. "I never said it's wrong. It's just- forget it. That's just your fake facade for the world. You play with women than throw them around to numb the rejection you faced years ago."

Jimin sneered, striving his best to be tongue-tied, but he couldn't. "I sleep around cause I want to. There's no story or excuse behind it. It's you we should talk about. You hide behind this bitch face, constantly running away, selfishly destroying things, being delusional that you are something, hurting people to numb the defeat you faced before."

Leona's eyes were dusked, she wrapped her arms around her, blazing glare burning him. "I never lost. The crown was mine, and always will be. You don't know anything, so shut up."

Jimin stared into stunning eyes, moving closer to her until their bodies cannily trade the warmth. He deliberately wrapped his blazer around her exposed shoulders and arms, tugging her closer to him by the collar of the fabric.

Her warm gasp directly hit on his lips, making him shudder at their intimacy. Her hand raised to his chest, over his wild heart.

"So, tell me. Tell me what happened. Tell me the reason why are you are hiding? Tell me why are running? Why do you hate being touched? Why do you hate colours? Why do you think so low of your life? Why does your family pretend they never had a daughter? How the fuck you dared to end your life, Leona?"

They gazed at each other and could see the resemblance of his grey orbs in her turquoise eyes. The blend was so perfect, so beautiful. Jimin pulled her tighter by his blazer, almost touching their forehead. "Tell me."

Within a few seconds, her eyes teared up, her red lips set in a fine line but they still quivered. A lone tear like a piece of broken pearl necklace kissed her cheekbone, and Jimin's heart clenched grief looking at the silver river embellishing her inky eyelashes as she struggled not to cry.

Jimin hoisted his hand, and with extreme docile touch, he brushed off the tear. Why the heck my fingers are trembling?

Her balmy breath simmered his lips, and he could tell she was scrambling to put her fragments together, desperately trying not to shatter.  As much as parsimonious he was to get the answers out of her system, a part of him wanted to wrap her slender body in his arms, and let her shed it all out. 

Why?

Figure it out yourself, you jerk, his inner voice snapped.

"You are so complicated," he spoke, lowly, so lowly that only she could hear. "Let's get you home."

I don't like complicated. 

In flash, he felt her harshly pushing his chest. All the clouds of the moment surrounding them, withered away as the woman blankly stared at him. There wasn't a trace of pain in her wild forest eyes, just rage and pure ice. 

"I am not a charity case, Jimin. Stop being interested in my life as if you care when you want to do nothing but satisfy your thirst and play a hero in the story of some damsel in distress.  I am not broken," she spat the words, literally shaking.

Jimin slid off the bonnet and plunge his hands in his touser for some freaking reason, his fingers were trembling. "You are right. You aren't broken." His eyes met her and the sparkle of something exploded. "You are just a mess."

"A mess that could destruct you to the point where death would seem like a better option. Stay away from me, don't make me want to ruin you too. There are already many on the list," Leona tossed his blazer on the ground and yanked the door of the car open.

Something snapped in Jimin, and his eyes widened. "Did you...have something to do with her Sia's accident?"

Please say no. 

Her eyes flared with evil flickers. She tilted her head, the corner of her mouth in a  serpentine smile. "Unfortunately, she's still alive, isn't she?"

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ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ
sʜʏ sʜʏ sʜʏ ʙʏ ᴊᴀɪ ᴡᴀᴇᴛғᴏʀᴅ.

Translation: Eres Hermoso (Spanish word)

Meaning: You are beautiful.

Chica (Spanish word)

Meaning: Young girl.