There's an Article ocean, Pacific Ocean, Indian Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean to drown yourself to death, but you had to drown in her eyes. His inner voice fused in hilarity.

The silvery luminescence flirtatiously kissed her Alchemist features. The midnight winter lake tresses spill on his fluffy pillow. Her lips were swollen and red from how much they kissed. He couldn't stop kissing those bitter rose petals. 

"Is it just me high on sex or she's looking more beautiful?"

Jimin was propped on his elbow, his face cradling in his palm as he stared at her sleeping frame. His serene gaze berthed on the love bites beautifying her iridescent skin and a coquettish smile lurked on his florid plump lips, citing how many times she slapped his chest because of those bites. It was hard to renounce himself when she felt extremely soft in his hold that he was almost daunting to be rough. 

"She's loud." Those little lewd noises, her fuzzy look when she clenched around him, her fingers grazing his back, her bosoms jiggling with each thrust he skated in her, the erotic kisses as they enmeshed themselves in puddles of intimacy, away from this cosmos. 

She was looking like a goddess, and he devoted hours to worshipping her with his eyes. Creepy many might say, but the artisan knows his treasure well, and even how to admire the work of art. 

The velvety blankets philandering over the curves of her breast, and the filthy thoughts dashed back in his head, knowing she was naked under the sheets. The crests of her roseate nipples were visible, he was sure now they were slender amethyst cause he sucked them for a yearning time. Jimin ruffled his wild breath on her temples, stifling a smile when she hugged his blanket tighter, instead of him. He didn't know what this meant for her, and he was too afraid to find what this meant to him. He just knew one thing. He was nearing his doom. 

Leona might have not been ruined, but he sure was.

By staring for so long, he was either going to get another boner or get in serious real shit which he was pestilent to dodge. He slowly slithered out of the bed and grabbed his sketchbook, settling down on the frosty floor. Jimin had never chiseled a portrait of any person rather than his mother, but today, he was desperate to embed her in his memory and his art.

He pivoted the charcoal pencil, studying her then began swirling his wrist oh so sensually and effortlessly on the ashen overlay. "Eyes," he murmured. "Why the hell does she have to have those bewitching ocean eyes?"  

His room was misted with their passionate sex and orgasms, as Jimin culled in his earphone, blasting the strawberries and cigarette song. 

It was just an hour later, that his head started pounding with migraine and he halted sketching. His mind was dancing to her again and again, her lips, her eyes, her touch, her scent everything was appetizingly feeding on him.

"For God's love! What in the world is wrong with me? It's not the first time I had sex." He groaned, staying leagues apart from her. "I need to get out of here." 

He glanced at the time, learning the clock didn't even strike six yet. Though he changed and cast her a longing look, before flitting out. 

So, for two hours straight he tortured his body in the gym, by lifting heavy weights, then he tormented his head with Leona, and of course, he didn't forget to keep running idle while screaming like a banshee inside. 

While running by the cafe, his tired legs ceased. "Should I buy breakfast or make one?"

Pondering, with a slight pout, he huffed. "She fucking hates attachments, if I make one she might run out of my house with her legs on her head."

It's a one-time thing. That what's she made him promise.

"Fuck, I want to sell my brain for free." 

"Still no one would buy it." A deep silken voice uttered and Jimin veered to find a stunning man with a smug look. 

His heart thudded. This is bad. "Lev? What are you doing here?"

He felt stupid to even have asked that question, it was obvious that Lev was working out. The younger male was swaddled in black joggers and a t-shirt which was plastered to his sweaty body, highlighting all the muscles and his athletic aura. 

Lev cocked his head, and then it dawn on Jimin why weren't they fond of each other. They had met twice or maybe thrice? And every time Lev made certain to arise the bitterness coiling between them. Since Taehyung and Lev were decent friends, which was a surprising fact because Taehyung was just a pure devilish asshole who was hard to deal with. Since they got along, Jimin had to endure Lev's presence. For some reason, that kid pricked his nerves. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Lev let out, gesturing at his attire. "Where are you running by the way?"

Jimin tipped his chin to his right. "Why do you ask?" 

"So I can run in the other direction," The younger shrugged and Jimin arched his eyebrows in amusement. That sassy fucking tongue was the evidence that he was Leona's brother though they looked nothing alike.

"Fuck you, Kwon," Jimin flipped him off, ready to stop conversing though he was curious that why Lev was around his neighborhood.

Throwing a deep rumbling chuckle, Lev ruffled his fluffy brown hair. "Want to race?"

Jimin stared at him with a pure look of hilarity that howled 'Are you fucking shitting me?'

"The loser buys the coffee," the younger stated.

This had to be the longest and stupidest conversation he initiated with Lev. They both avoided each other most of the time, Taehyung kept saying it was because they both are a lot similar to each other. Jimin mentally scoffed. He and Lev weren't at all similar. 

"Deal?" Lev pressed. 

Rolling his eyes, Jimin nodded. "Deal, kid." 

Then he bolted without a second glance behind. He sprinted so damn fast that his feet burned. Here the Director of the most known art and design company, the hottest model in the city, was sprinting like an unleashed cheetah on the street. Thanks to hell that the street wasn't crowded, and even if it was, the people would have dashed away from his way with bafflement. What about the tons of meetings he has to take care of? The number of shoots waiting for his confirmation? The upcoming artist launch event? And his fucking duties? Everything could wait. He had no idea why in the god's love was he racing with a kid in the freaking cold morning.

He certainly was losing his shit, and not wanting to lose the race, he sped up with every ounce of his strength. Bursting into the cafe, he shrieked. "First."

His lungs simmered with the scarlet flames and hefty breaths battered his chest. But his head felt like a cloud as if all the heavy thoughts perished away. With a triumphant smile slithering on his lips, he heaved his head and his jaw plummeted down on the creamy tiles.

There that beautiful bastard was, hotly leaning against the counter and hurling philandering smiles at the staff girl. Kwon Lev was a big deal. He was even often addressed as the second prince of the nation. First was the mighty Kim Taehyung. Lev was gorgeous in the most elegant way possible. His everything screamed class and royalty. Dark thick strands curling at the back of his neck, his eyes were the bluest crush of shimmering diamonds, long thick eyelashes and sharp cheekbones applauded by very noticeable lips. Tanned long legs and swoon-worthy body were just adding to his captivating beauty. What completed the game was the million-dollar dimples poking his cheeks. The dimples weren't any beautiful as the set of one that Leona owned. 

Now he was again thinking of her.

Jimin's walking frame hauled Lev's attention and the younger male smirked. Cockiness dripping off his tone, "I am having the most expensive coffee."

Jimin mumbled some incoherent profanities, ambling toward him. How crazy of him to think that he could beat the competent sportsperson. According to Taehyung and news articles, Lev was the fastest one on the team. Annoyed, he slapped his credit card on the counter and attempted hard to ignore Lev's presumptuous smile. As soon as the coffee was placed, he snagged it and nodded curtly at the athlete. Then he was out. 

But to his bad luck, Lev was hot on his feet. Jimin stuffed the Airpods in his ears, assuming he would take the hint and not seek to interest in any conversation between them. Back to his apartment, Lev followed him. Jimin hurried towards the elevator, and boy, he was still following. 

Finally aggravated, Jimin ripped an earbud and glared at Lev. "Fine. Okay. You win. So what? Did you follow me all the way here to make the point? Are you nuts?"

A funny look danced across Lev's elegant features. "I moved here three days ago, you narcissistic man." Rolling his eyes, he trudged into the elevator, leaving Jimin to gawk at him.

The veil of embarrassment fell over him and his mind instantly chased back to Leona. Lev. Leona. If they came across it, it would be a disaster. He asked Lev his floor number, and to his relief, they weren't on the same floor. Parting ways with him, he rushed back into his apartment. 

When he arrived back, all he encountered was her note and his deserted condo.

Note— It was a pleasant night. I am leaving for London to run an errand.