"Anywhere with you feels right
Anywhere with you feels like
Paris in the rain
We don't need a fancy town
Or bottles that we can't pronounce
'Cause anywhere, babe
Is like Paris in the rain
When I'm with you"
Paris in the Rain-Lauv

Idk what's more sad. The fact that people made excuses for JK after he tried to force himself in Celine in chapter 20, or that people stopped having sympathy for him at all after he tried to hurt Yoongi in the chapter before, and not because he had put his hands on Celine before. I'm telling y'all internalized misogyny is real and I'm begging you to recognize it in yourself.

*************

The day had finally arrived.

August 9th. The day she'd be leaving for the trip of a lifetime.

The girl had been secretly and anxiously packing for a week on end.

Every night had been spent, making late night phone calls to Jimin. Their giggles mingling in the air between them as they planned all the exciting things they were going to do.

She hadn't even told him.

The girl walked out of their bedroom, suitcase and carry on in hand. Head held high, without a care in the world. Not even looking in the man's direction.

She thought she was about to make it out unnoticed. She was positive the man was in the kitchen. This way, when she didn't come home she could just say she was at Jin's.

"Hey, where are you going?" Yelled Jeongguk, stopping Celine in her tracks.

Unlucky for her, he was planted right on their living room couch.

"Business trip." She said simply, feeling her heart race a bit from the lie.

It was weird, she wasn't going to deny that. Just leaving without saying anything. She knew this was going to happen.

"What do you mean a business trip? You didn't tell me about it." He said, raising a dark eyebrow. The man narrowed his eyes at her as he looked over the back of the couch.

Aggressive and disbelieving.

Just seeing your face sickens me. After what you did to Yoongi, I can't fucking stand to see you.

"It was a last minute thing."

He scoffed, as he watched her nervously switch back and forth on both feet.

The man wasn't stupid.

He knew more than likely where she was going.

And who with.

"But what about your birthday? I can't just not be there for it." Jeongguk asked with a sad voice, biting his tongue and gritting his teeth.

Stopping himself from letting all the anger burst out now.

Celine have him a fake smile, making promises she refused to keep.

"We can celebrate when I get back."

"Celine I-" The anger had faded out of him at this point, leaving dismay. His strong features were softened by the way he slumped in on himself.

This proved to him just how unimportant he was to her. How easily he could be thrown away.

"It's just a birthday. Don't feel guilty about it." She said, trying to console him as her luggage dug into her skin.

The dark haired man looked at her, wide eyed and mouth open. Still in shock that this was all happening.

I can't do this anymore.

"This is unbelievable. You don't tell me anything anymore."

"I'm going to be late. I will see you soon."

And she walked out the door without a goodbye.

All the way downstairs, and now on the sidewalk. Waiting for the Uber she had called upon five minutes before.

"Celine!"

The girl turned around, startled that Jeongguk had come outside. He quickly ran out the door, looking breathless as he stood before her.

"What Jeongguk?" She asked, disinterested at this point.

Not truly caring that his eyes were rimmed with wetness, and were now a little bloodshot.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Two days."

The man nodded his head, letting out a deep breath.

"So you'll be back the 12th?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

You won't want me to come back. Because that's when I'm leaving you.

It was all building up.

The Uber pulled up, which Celine gestured to. The man understood that she had to go.

And he wasn't going to stop her this time.

"I love you." She said, with as much conviction as she could muster.

Celine looked him straight in his black eyes, trying to find the man she once knew.

"I love you too." Her boyfriend replied.

He was no longer there.

A stranger would have seemed more familiar to her.

And now she could barely look at the man anymore. There was no bunny smile. No image of greatness.

The girl got into the car, thinking of how much her life was going to change within the month.

She was going to spend time with Mia. And then she was done.

Jin was the only other person who knew. She was going to be staying with him and Namjoon until she was up own two feet. It wouldn't be long, for she had been saving up money from commissions and sugar babying.

She was finally going to be an independent person.

She couldn't pretend anymore.

The girl knew she couldn't tell Jimin yet. First, it would make the assumption that she was leaving Jeonggu.

The girl still felt like he would be on his best friend's side.

There needed to be a period of mourning.

And then, if they were meant to be, maybe they would be. But Celine didn't want to get her hopes up. That seemed to good to be true.

What seemed more likely is Jimin would get tired of fucking her, or he'd just lose interest in that way. They'd remain friends, but every other part of their relationship would be forgotten.

*******

"I feel like I have a bag of jelly beans stuck up my ass." Celine said, rubbing her sore tailbone in front of everyone at the airport.

She never liked flying. The girl liked to blame various tv shows that involved plane crashes. Jimin's arm was visibly red from where she gripped onto him the entire time.

"Watch your french. Haha, see what I did there?" He said, looking proud of himself as he winked at the complaining girl.

Jimin looked as bright as ever. All smiles, and disappearing eyes. Even after the many hour plane flight, his hair and clothes were still perfect.

She rolled her eyes, getting a better grip on her large suitcase. The older male tried to roll it for her, but she refused.

"Funny Jimin. I might have laughed if I had a gun held up against me."

"Celine we're in France. Not America."

Her mouth dropped open as she let out a scoff.

"Damn that was a sick roast. But totally agree, they need stricter gun laws. It's a serious problem, and people care more about guns than saving lives."

Jimin stopped for a few seconds, his eyes unreadable. Then, he wiped away mock tears that did not fall from his eyes.

"Celine, I truly love that you're an intellectual."

She laughed, pushing his hard chest back. He giggled at the force, ruffling some of her hair.

"As an intellectual, I say we get the hell out of this airport so I can change into something cute."

"Agreed. But you always look cute."

Celine looked off the side, hiding the blush that settled on her face as they got into their chauffeur's car. The ride to the hotel was a beautiful was.

The thing about France was, there was so much open space. Fields of green, green grass stretching on for miles in between separate cities. They were a clean country, with huge wind turbines working for green energy. It was fantastic, just how much of nature they left alone. It was like stepping into a time machine, going back to when things were more simple.

"God this is beautiful!" Celine said, taking in the large room.

She felt like an ant in the apartment.

It had beautiful high ceilings, and wall to floor windows. All white with accents of pink. Like Jimin's other apartment but not with yellow accents. It still had that classy french feel to it.

And of course, the surrounding view was beautiful. Flower shops, bakeries, and boutiques surrounded them on all sides.

"I own it." Jimin said, only a hint of pride claiming his voice.

He loved that he was still able to impress her.

"Of course you do, big shot."

He laughed, showing her the area where she would sleep. Of course he hoped that she would stay in his bed, but it was easier to keep all their items in separate places. She loved it, hopping on the bed like a child, loving that they were the same texture as Jimin's sheets at home. Though the ones in the room she was using were white as a swan.

He let her go so she could change, and figured he should probably spruce up as well. Finishing up, he went to the kitchen to pour himself a small glass of red wine. 

"I'm ready." She said, walking into the living room. Jimin turned his head, leaning against the kitchen wall.

His heart caught in his throat as he gazed upon her. She had changed into a deep red knee length dress. It hugged her waist, flaring a little out at her hips. Sleeveless, and with a sweetheart neckline. It was so pure, but so dazzling all at once. With her dark wavy hair, tanned skin, and delicate bones.

She had never looked more enchanting to him.

What he didn't know, was that she was as equally impressed. By his parted silken hair, and his white cotton shirt that was so light you could see his waist. And the pants that extenuated his legs. And how his beautiful dark eyes stood out amongst his full lips.

"Wow, you look beautiful. Oh shit, I'm sorry I know you don't like that but I couldn't help myself and-" The man said nervously, biting his lip.

He expected an eye roll from Celine, who instead remained stoic.

"It's fine Jimin, thank you."

He took in a deep breath, trying to relax after that. Celine laughed, watching him visibly crumble beneath her gaze. It was truly hard when she looked so positively alluring. His gaze kept falling to her now red tinted lips.

"Um Okay, so how about we go eat? We'll go to this cafe I love. Then we can visit the Louvre. And then finish the night with dinner?" He said, lifting a questioning brow at her.

He wanted everything to be perfect.

He wanted to make her forget about everything else in the world.

She shook her head enthusiastically, her large eyes expressive.

"God that sounds amazing. Like I seriously almost nutted."

"What a lovely picture." Jimin said sarcastically, a blush tinting his cheeks.

Why did she have to say nutting?

"I know you like the thought of it." She said, walking forward.

Now, when Celine was just breathing she was seductive.

When she tried, that was a whole other story.

The man held his breath, as she stopped in front of him. Looked up through her black lashes, lips parted. She gave him a daring look, as if she wanted him to touch her.

Instead, he carefully grasped her shoulders and moved away. He avoided her dark gaze as he grabbed his wine glass, and swung the whole thing back into his throat.

"Okay, alright I'm fine. I totally don't have a boner." The silver haired man said aloud, sending a pointed look at the girl before him. He thought he avoided what was bound to happen by moving her away.

She laughed, a mocking smile across her heart shaped face. That quickly turned into a snort as she looked down.

"You totally do."

Jimin looked down as well, seeing that his pants were in fact tight.

"Fuck!"

"It's fine, just walk it off."

"You can't just walk it off! My penis is hard!"

Celine and Jimin continued to argue about the logistics. Fighting all the way from their hotel to the cafe about whether or not you could "walk off a boner."

Of course along the way, Celine would stop and just stare at the beautiful city streets. Everything was just older there. There was a sense of history, in every stone, and in every building.

They had at least stopped three times so that the exuberant girl could take pictures. This place was just like she remembered it. And she wanted to keep remembering.

For herself, and Mia.

They finally arrived at Café avec Cœur, the vibrant ambience reaching out to them.

Before he realized he took her to the place where he pondered his true feelings for her. Where he decided he was going to tell her. And then she sent that text.

And later, they'd be going to the Louvre. Where he realized that he loved her.

This day would be interesting.

It was truly going to test his limits to heartbreak.

"Are you okay?" Celine asked as they sat on iron wrought chairs.

He nodded his head fervently, not wanting to mess up this day for her.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Luckily, server came to take their order. They pointed to what they wanted, using a few french words here and there. And as quick as they ordered, the coffee came out.

They thanked the man, as he set down the cups and the two complimentary croissants.

Celine lifted the cup up, ready to drink when she saw the mug itself.

"The cups have little hearts on them! That's so cute! Eh hem, I mean, whatever."

Jimin laughed, taking in her now blank expression. She sipped her latte, right pinkie lifted up.

He wondered if she'd always be like this with him. Afraid to like things, and feel like things are cute. He didn't want to change her, but he wanted her to feel comfortable enough to react any way she wanted.

God knows she didn't do anything like that around Jeongguk.

"Are you still going to pretend like you don't have a soft spot?" He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he teased the girl.

"Of course, that would ruin my image."

She stuck her chin up, profile beautiful against the backdrop of Paris. The busy city streets, the cars, and the shops. All a multicolor array of perfection.

It was strange, to reflect on how he felt in the beginning of Spring.

Like a mirage, he was afraid he'd reach his hand out and scare his paradise away.

"It's just like how I remembered it," Celine said, rousing the man out of his thoughts, "The warm fresh air. The bright blue sky. The rustic buildings, and the bright red flowers blooming from every window sill. How everything reminds me of the color pink. The food, the coffee, and the historic buildings. Just the happy feeling you get when you're here. There's just a few differences."

One being that my sister is dead.

Jimin sighed, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She had that far away look, stuck in a place where no one could reach her. Eyes dark and dim, lips pouted. He reached out, rubbing the side of her cheek with his thumb.

"If I miss her half as much as you do, I know that your pain is unbearable. I know as much as it feels good to be back in the place you spent time with her, it hurts just as much as well. It's never going to be easy without her, but she would want you to enjoy this."

Celine let out a chuckle, despite the tears that had now fallen from her eyes. The man wiped them away as soon as they came.

"Wouldn't she? She'd probably slap me for the mere thought of crying in a beautiful place like this."

"Hell she would. Mia wouldn't have let a smile leave your face. Don't let it bother you too much Celine. Make the best of this moment." Jimin told her, meeting her golden eyes.

And god it felt so good to Celine for a second, to talk about Mia with someone who knew her. Who was around Celine when she breathed, heard the breathy way she talked. Understood the kindness that never left her amber eyes, and the sarcastic banter she loved to have.

Memories that she could only divulge in herself, were now understandable to another person. She rarely talked about Mia to anyone, she couldn't for years. But she knew that if she did, Celine would receive sympathetic eyes and a sad smile. She wouldn't get the flash of recognition at the name, or remember how her sister was, or how she smelt. Or better yet, how she painted.

But Jimin did. Whenever he heard the name, his eyes would light up. Crinkle at the sides. Sides of his lips dim, knowing that forever the scarred girl he knew would be gone.

And Celine could relate in that endless sadness. And even though it wasn't the same, Jimin's ability to understand and reciprocate gave her solace.

"I will. I'm glad I'm here with you. That is one difference I'm happy to see."

Celine decided it was better to let thoughts of her sister remain quiet. She knew her memory would always be with her. In her heart, her sister was the breeze. The tea. The coffee. The macaroons. The cityscapes.

Jimin awkwardly coughed, his eyes widening a bit. Celine looked at him with confusion as he turned slightly away from her to face the street.

Why the fuck did she say those things to him?

"Let's play a game."

"A game?"

Jimin nodded his head slowly, already anticipating what was yet to come. It was another thing he loved that he was able to share with someone he cared about.

"Yeah, people watching. Where you look at a person and try to re create their life story."

Celine clapped her hands together, ready to take on the challenge.

"I love doing that, I'm very good at judging people's characters. These seats make it easy as well. Okay, so that man with the brown coat."

Jimin looked out, his gaze serious. Brown eyes searching through the crowd until he spotted who the girl pointed at.

Jimin took in everything.

The slouched way he walked.

The slowness of his movements.

The striking, but lonely expression in his eyes.

Whoever this stranger was, loved someone without the same in return.

The man was reminded of himself.

"He looks like he'd give up everything for the woman he loves."

Celine nodded, giving Jimin a solemn look. He turned to her, wondering if all of his emotions were clear as they felt. It seemed like he practically had his devotion written on his forehead.

"What a pussy."

Apparently not.

The man let out a surprised laugh at the girl's crass language.

"Jesus Celine!"

"Sorry, did I say that out loud?" She said, eyes widening with mock innocence.

Jimin couldn't help but burst into laughter, almost falling from his seat. The girl clung onto him so that he didn't fall. 

It went completely different from how he imagined.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

They left the café soon after, realizing if they wanted to spend enough time at the Louvre, they needed most of the day to do it. And they wouldn't mind spending so much time in a museum, due to the two of them being art buffs.

At arrival, Celine and Jimin slowly got out of the car.

The Louvre, is a huge building. Once a fortress it stood, strong and formidable against the rolling sky. So big, you can barely comprehend just how large the structure is. Your eyes cannot take it in all at once.

And of course, the transparent glass pyramid was also another beautiful aesthetic sight to see.

Celine handed off her phone to Jimin, running to the pyramid excitedly. He walked slowly after her, laughing at her cute display of wonder.

"Say gruyere!" Jimin yelled out, laughing at her face filled with confusion.

"What is that? Oh wait I know, cheese!"

They laughed along with each other as the taller man took several pictures. Each pose of hers cuter than the rest. The silver haired man especially loved the one where she had her leg up in the air like a ballerina. He smiled down at the photos, quickly sending them to his phone before she could run back and get it.

They went inside, Celine instantly putting her phone away. They were the type to analyze the art instead of take pictures, because you were looking at the real life version. See every texture and every stroke, a picture you take on your I phone is more like a google image. They wanted to savor the feelings they had while looking at the art, rather than the action of making an image.

The girl made graceful steps, feet making quiet sounds on the floor next to him. Smiling widely at him and everything around them.

Jimin felt strange, his throat all tight in different ways. He couldn't believe that he was here, finally with her. Her dark hair, red dress, and carved face all like a dream in the large building. This was his place. And having her along side with him was a dream come true.

First, they saw the Greek statues.

He watched, as Celine would walk up to the figures. Mouth open wide as she took in the carved and smoothed marble. The aesthetically perfection of the bodies and faces.

All he could pay attention to were how the soft curves were synonymous with the woman next to him. The Greeks got it right when they sculpted bodies to perfection. How when Celine stood next to "Aphrodite" the goddess of love turned to flesh and bone.

Next, they went to the impressionist wing. Their favorite type of art.

Celine grabbed Jimin's hand, burning him alight with her touch.

"This is our section Jimmy. Cezanne, Monet, and Van Gogh!" She said, voice delighted as she looked at the oncoming room.

How can I speak when your hand is in mine? When it's so close to being ripped out of my grasp forever?

Jimin tightened his grip on her hand, interlocking their fingers. Hers was icy in his, and he was glad to have an excuse to give her warmth.

"Let's go!" He sputtered out, genuinely enthusiastic at the thought of her expression the entire time.

The paintings that held tinted carnations of pink, faded into the soft color of Celine's cheeks. Blocky mansion windows, resembling the white of her teeth. Choppy oaks, favoring the color of her mahogany hair.

The man didn't know why he felt so nervous. So unsettled with the girl he'd spent countless hours with.

And he didn't want to leave her, it wasn't a bad feeling. The jitters he felt were almost addictive. He liked when his heart skipped a beat when they smiled, or how he'd blush when their hands would accidentally brush together.

The emotions he felt when looking at these used to be windy spring days. Fresh air in the winter, crisp with fallen snow. Ripened apples, taking a bite and feeling the juice. Drinking a cup of tea and staring out a large window, the sun beaming in.

But now they were filled with images of the gorgeous girl beside him.

She was in everything.

They visited Mona Lisa, but after a man nearly elbowed Celine to get closer, Jimin pulled them away from the large crowd.

The man watched, cotton shirt between index and thumb, as Celine quietly walked down the last hallway they would be visiting. After spending hours there, they were going down the wing he wanted to avoid the entire time. He followed after, recognizing paintings from the Italian Renaissance.

There were thousands of paintings. The chance that they would see his favorite were slim, and he knew that. All Jimin had to do, was gentle guide her in a different direction.

Or so he thought.

The man's almond eyes widened in shock as Celine ran ahead. He quickly followed after, the familiar twists and turns all things he had remembered by now.

When he caught up to the scarlet sporting girl, she stood in front of a large painting.

The exact painting.

Of fucking course.

His throat felt all dry, his eyes stinging with ridiculous tears as he gazed young Venus for only a second. His attention turning to the girl who stood in front of his favorite painting.

"This is beautiful. Italian painters always know how to capture divinity." Celine said, sweet voice ringing out as her eyes traced the angels before her.

Why is this so hard for me? I don't know why.

He was lying to himself. As he turned his head, to the girl who paid him no attention. Who's golden eyes were enraptured by the art before her.

I was looking at this painting, when I realized I loved you. And now, we are standing here together, and I love you ten times more than I did that day.

And I know I can't say a word.

The words tasted sweet in his mind. They felt bitter on his tongue, as he grimaced. The man had imagined saying it out-loud, and the unknowing look that would cross her face in return.

Celine looked to her left, noticing her friend seemed a little green. She suggested they leave, looking at the time to see it was already 5:00 pm. He whole heartedly agreed, pulling them hastily out of the building.

Jimin didn't even notice until that moment, that he could not recollect any artwork from their visit. Not even his favorite painting. The Louvre and all of its wonders had disappeared around him.

Because he had been looking at the girl next to him all along.

They were finally outside, Jimin feeling quiet and suffocated as much as he felt liberated. Celine wanted to walk and go into shops before their dinner reservation, which he believed was a good idea. The warm air was helping to clear his head. Being too close with her for long made him lose sight of reality.

They went into many stores, trying on clothes. Ridiculous ones even, to make the other laugh.

They bought caramel candy, from a famous shop along the city strip. Jimin watched in awe, as Celine tried it, an innocent smile spreading across her lips.

After a while of just silently walking on the sidewalk, each lost in their own though, the 18 year old exclaimed.

"Oh Jimin! We should go in there." The brunette said, pointing to a little bookstore.

The outside was white, the paint practically chipping off. The name written in golden cursive. It looked a little more run down then the others, but a lot more comfortable and inviting.

"Okay." Jimin said, in hopes he'd find a piece of literature he'd want to buy.

They walked in, the smell of old paper and dust was overwhelming. A little old lady sat behind a counter, a black cat in her arms. She gave the couple a small smile.

"Bon soir." She said politely.

Celine looked confused, used to hearing Bonjour as a greeting. Jimin nodded back, his own charming smile setting the french woman at ease.

"Bon soir!" He said, raspy voice perfectly enunciating the words.

He turned back, walking with Celine to the right of the shop. The small girl whipped her head around, her groomed eyebrow lifted in an accusatory way.

"Can you even speak french you poser?" The girl asked, a mocking tone hinted in her question.

Her arms were crossed as she stared down the boy. Her gaze made him nervous, so he decided to be the aggressor. The well tailored man walked forward, a teasing smile on his pink lips.

"Peux-tu même parler français?"

Her mouth dropped open, as a dizzying blush bloomed across her cheeks. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at the stubborn look in her golden eyes.

"Oh, excusez-moi madame."

"Monsieur." He corrected, turning to actually look at books.

She scoffed, flicking the man's elbow.

"I know what I said." Celine parried, a hunt of a smile taunting her lips.

After 15 minutes, Jimin bought himself a book. The girl made him promise that he would teach her the language as well.

The shop keeper smiled after them, as the beautiful pairing left. She was sad, that she'd probably never see those happy people again. Glad, that her shop was able to give them a memory in this place.

They walked outside, met by the velvet sky and city lights.

"God this place is amazing." Celine said, voice only a sigh of the summer.

The man nodded, unable to answer. The night time entrancing him. The Eiffel Tower standing proudly and lit in the background.

And then, it started to rain.

Jimin remained under the bookstore's awning, enthralled by the sight before him. He could never get over how beautiful the city was in the rain. Street signs glistening in the language of love, and people still happily bustling about with their umbrellas of all shades. The only sound worth meaning; the soft patter of water hitting the streets and buildings. The street, now wet with what looked like liquid gold. The shops made it so, their warm golden light making the droplets look like tawny honey.

He hadn't noticed he was alone until he heard joyous laughter from his left. Quickly, the man turns his head, almost blinded by the now heavier rain fall. Squinting his eyes, a shape came into view.

It was Celine.

Who took Jimin's breath away as she stood in the center of the golden lake. Joyous laughter sounding from her increasingly wet exterior.

Bright red dress contrasting widely against the gray cast. She lifted her head towards the sky, smiling widely. Lifting her tanned arms up into the air. Raindrops falling onto her golden skin like it was meant to be.

Jimin couldn't look away.

In that moment, he was paralyzed with a deep emotion.

I'm so in love with you.

I don't think I can hide it anymore.

"Come on! Join me! Paris is the most beautiful when it rains."

And yet you are still more beautiful than that.

But he couldn't move. If he did, he wasn't sure exactly what he'd say or do.

"You're having a good time by yourself." Jimin replied, trying to look off to the side.

Trying to jolt him out of the spell she put him in. He literally felt his heart hammering in his chest. Nothing, nothing looked more amazing than her, right now, dancing by herself. Not giving a fuck about how wet she got, or if her makeup would run, or if anyone thought she was weird or not.

Celine never understood, that this is why she was actually beautiful. Not because of her face. Not because of her body.

But because of her spirit. And how that reflected in every single movement and decision she made.

And how it was wrong for Jimin to think this. To be in love with her. To hurt his best fucking friend.

To offer her a salary to have sex with him. To be the one to push her to make that decision. To even believe this grand idea, would be a good one.

He knew in the beginning, that he'd be the one who ended up hurt. For Celine would go back to Jeongguk, and he'd be left alone.

The man believed that he could bare it. Be the bigger person, and let her choose who she loved. Because he had stolen her away unfairly.

But now, he realized, he couldn't possibly let the angel before him go.

He fucked up.

"Oh don't be a loser! Have some fun!"

You don't know, that you're causing me pain. That you're beautiful smile rips into me. That your laughter and words are not truly meant for me.

She giggled, sticking out her tongue to catch some of the water droplets. Eyes crinkling as it splashed her round cheeks.

Fuck it. If this isn't going to last, I better make the most of it.

The man coughed, swallowing harshly before languidly walking out to her. The rain barely effected him, feeling like nothing compared to her presence. The man stood in front of her, breathing quickly as she stopped her silly motions. Staring back at him with a happy smile.

She laughed at the way his silver hair now fell into his eyes, and how stiff he looked in his now wet clothes. And just how pretty he was, lips shining and eyes wide open.

Jimin swore that instant, he was going to remember this moment until the day he died. It would be a moment, he'd tell his grandkids as they sat around him. That he'd sigh about, when reading a book about love. That he'd paint, over and over again a million times. That he'd think about, before taking his last breath.

The way her dark hair stuck to her face and shoulders. How her almond eyes crinkled at the edges. The golden irises looking like twinkling stars. How her pretty teeth, bit into the side of her heart shaped lips. How her gorgeous red dress, looked like a deeper shade of wine, and turned her skin into a soft silk.

And how that was all outdone by her delicate laugh.

Celine.

His one love, that he would eternally grateful for.

But would eventually have to let go of.

He grabbed her, not really sure of his own movements. It kind of just happened naturally. One hand on her waist, the other gripping tightly onto her right hand, fingers interlocked. Pressing their soaked bodies closer together, as he gently laid his slick forehead against her.

Celine looked up at him, large lashes coated with dew. An intense curiosity in her gaze at the almost painful look in his eyes. Left so blissfully breathless at how tenderly he held her.

How he looked at her like one would look at a rose.

She was left speechless, as he just held her like that for a while. Rain falling on and in between their now tightly pressed bodies. His warm breath mingling with hers in the slightly chilled air.

Jimin, was going through another dilemma entirely. Should he kiss her? Should he hug her? Should he laugh? Should he cry? Which way, could he beat express the amount of love in his heart he felt for her? Because he really couldn't help himself anymore.

It fucking hurt.

It fucking hurt to know if he said the words right now, the rain would stop.

And Celine would walk away from this moment.

So he chose something they both loved; dance.

A slow dance. As the rain carried on around them. Falling into their eyes, wetting their clothes. The girl's hair started to curl up, Jimin's white shirt becoming more and more transparent.

A wide smile, spread across Celine's face as they moved back and forth. The sad look on Jimin's face turned into a dazzling expression, as they moved gracefully across the wet cobble stones. The man's heart was beating so quickly, that he was sure Celine could feel it.

They must have looked strange, a couple waltzing by themselves on a shiny Parisian street.

But neither really cared.

Yet, they didn't have to.

Everyone passing by, would look. Stop and stare, for maybe a few seconds. They would sigh in relief, and look on. Maybe they would think about their family, or a partner they were seeing.

Or maybe they thought of their spouse who had passed. Who they had once done this with. Kissed in the rain, like the only two people in the city.

Everyone who passed by them, would send them an aching smile.

Because people were happy that love like that, still existed in the world.

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(A/N): I'm so fracking sorry this story is so long 😭😭😭

Like so sorry. I really should have split it into two separate books. But please, just think of it as two stories, the first being Winter and Spring, the second being Summer and fall. So the first one basically cuts off around the point that Jeongguk finds out about the affair.

Just tell me, if it's starting to drag on. I don't want to bore y'all 😭😭😱😂

Not gonna lie though, I almost made myself cry at the end? Like idk WhY even...

Also lemme know if u like the new cover, or I should put the old one back up.