It's you and me
And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places

Running Up That Hill- Kate Bush

(1 year before Celine became a sugar baby)

Today was like any other for Jimin.

Dreadfully, painfully dull.

All of his friends were busy. Or at least, that's what they've been saying ever since a week ago.

When Jimin and Jeongguk had gotten into a huge fight.

Well, a huge fight that Jeongguk mostly fought in himself. All Jimin did was confront him about sending Seulgi dick pics. Which resulted in Jeongguk calling him a pussy for not being able to keep his woman. Jimin had checked out after that, staring off into space as he tried to drunkenly justify his actions.

Or, maybe Jimin should've corrected himself, he ignored his friends since last week. Jin, Tae, Yoongi, and Hoseok had all tried to reach out. Yoongi said he laid into Jeongguk after Jimin had left. But he was embarrassed. It made him feel weak, unlovable. Unlikable. To not be chosen, again.

But the man didn't care anymore. He had decided a long time ago he wasn't ever meant to get who and what he wanted. Not when Jeongguk, his charming best friend, was around.

He had thought maybe Seulgi was different. From Emma, Akahni, Song Hi, Yeri, Kiara, Charlotte, and all the other girls that had left him after they met him for the first time.

Even if Seulgi wasn't different, Jimin made himself different. He had lost weight, started going the gym, and even got his eyebrows micro bladed. He'd met Seulgi at the club when his hair had been dyed orange.

"You look hot. In a different way." She had said.

Jimin felt different too, when he dyed it. More confident. At least a little bit. He'd become a little more forward, a little more suave. And it seemed to work on Seulgi, who wanted to have sex with him multiple times a day after that.

It wasn't enough though. Not when he saw Jeongguk's snap username flash across her phone. She admitted it when he asked, barely looking sorry.

She didn't want him anymore.

It seemed like the only girls who wanted him were the ones he paid. Which is all he would do ever again, relationships didn't seem to work out. And these girls he wouldn't have to form attachments. He could just treat them well, and never see them again. Maybe if he paid them well enough, they could leave their jobs, and never have to sleep with another man again.

It was all he said to himself to rationalize.

In reality he was lonely.

He just wanted, needed one person who wanted to hang out with him just for him. Maybe even just a friend would be nice at this point, a girl who wasn't impressed by what Jeongguk could offer more of.

Jimin walked to the gallery downtown, the only place he knew he could get away from it all. It was a huge building, with a large main room. It was almost sterile, giving all the attention to the art. But in the back was a large garden, a place he often ate lunch and answered boring emails for his father's company.

Today he walked in more solemn than ever. The new pieces he had commissioned from another young artist were added, courtesy of the gallery curator he was becoming close to. He was trying to learn the ropes, so one day he could own his own gallery. Sharing his own beloved works and other peoples.

It brought him peace. To know that other people saw the world in the romanticized way he did. Who were able to paint more beautiful things and moments than nature even offered.

He took a deep breath, taking in the painting before him. It was right in the center of the gallery, under the brightest of lights.

It was of a girl. The background was of a large house, the pillars framing the person in the middle. Columns and white drapes fanning across the image.

But the girl was smiling. It only showed the side of her face, but it was easy to see the joy on her face. Happiness emanated from her, as she seemed to twirl across the canvas, in a pink satin sundress. Jimin's heart seemed to twinge a bit, as he took in the girls golden skin and brown wavy hair that fanned out behind her. Arms fanned out, third position like a ballet dancer would.

He wondered if she was real, if someone that bright in our world could even exist.

Jimin decided in that moment that pink was the most beautiful color.

Kim Mia? He hadn't seen the name here before. He would try to get her information.

His momentary peace, staring at the beautiful ballet dancer was broken when his phone rang. The man groaned, running a hand through his silver hair as he stared at the god forbidden name.

The man walked to the doors showcasing bright sunlight. The harsh sound of metal grating his ears as he opened the building to the outside. His linen shirt basking in the light, rolling his eyes as he finally picked up the phone.

Pacing back and forth between two rose bushes. The sound of the fountain in the center making him feel less tranquil than it usually would.

"Jimin, hi." Her voice started, making him clench his fists.

Months, months with her had been wasted. As he tried to numb himself to it, it all came rushing back at the sound of her.

"What do you want?" He asked, softer than he had wished.

Jimin had never been good at standing up for himself.

"Jimin, I made a mistake. I like you. I want you back. Jeongguk was just a..." Seulgi whined out, voice crackling over the phone.

The man tried not to laugh, feeling his eyes prickle and sting. His chest a little hollow.

"Mistake?"

"Yes. A huge mistake. I mean, the sex wasn't even good. You're way better, and you care about your partner getting off."

Why? Why would she say that? The man felt nauseous, his hand coming to rest on his stomach. He didn't want to talk to her anymore and he definitely didn't want to hear about her having sex with his best friend. Even if Jimin was "better".

"Is that it Seulgi? Really it was all about sex to you? I don't date people who want to cheat on me. I don't date people who don't take relationships seriously at all. I don't date people just to throw them to the side when someone new and shiny comes along."

"Are you serious right now? Come on, you're a guy. You have to be joking." The girl laughed on the other line, her condescending tone clear.

Mocking him.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" Jimin got louder, losing all signs of the careful control he had.

Seulgi sighed, her voice raising with annoyance.

"You have to be fucking with me Jimin. You're 17 years old. You're an early starting freshman in college. We were causally dating. I thought you were mad because it was your best friend. Not because I fucked someone else?"

Jimin kicked at the ground, his smile turning sour and brittle. The tears in his eyes becoming more prominent. How? How could someone think like that? Was it just a game to people? Life was already hard enough, and everyone just wanted to make it harder.

"Well, you are mistaken. Get fucked, and now it can be anybody else you like. Just not me." His tone was unrecognizable to him. Deep from unshed tears, unfeeling.

Numb. He was becoming numb. To be hurt was to live an average day.

"Wow, okay. Grow the fuck up. You're fun to fuck Jimin, but it's all you're good for. I mean who wants to sit and talk about fucking different types of paint for hours. You're not all that, a fuck buddy at best." Seulgi's voice was deflective, dismissive.

Jimin had dodged a bullet. It was like the world had reminded him that it was better to hurt people first. Because people punish and shame those who don't forgive, and not the ones constantly begging for forgiveness.

"Yeah I'll definitely take that into consideration. Can you stop wasting my time now? I'm meeting up with someone who's way hotter and doesn't bite when she gives head." His voice was shaking by the end of the sentence, but satisfaction won over guilt as he heard the girl gasp on the other end.

"Fuck you Jimin!"

The man smiled, gritting his teeth.

"Again, you can't. Ever again."

Seulgi hung up the phone before he could. The man sighed, immediately blocking the number after. He grabbed the ends of his hair, turning towards the gallery doors.

"Trouble in paradise?" A raspy voice called out, quiet amongst the chirping birds and the gurgle of water.

Still it startled the man, him yelping a bit as he turned to face the sound.

It was a girl, sitting on the concrete bench. Easel and canvas set up right in front of her. Head trained forward, not missing a beat as she stroked along the canvas.

He walked closer, stopping to the right of the mysterious girl. She had pin straight black hair so deep it looked blue, small and half moon eyes, her skin a pale olive. She was wearing a lavender tank top and long white skirt, understated but Jimin could tell from the materials used that she came from wealth. There was something about the set of her swooped nose and slightly smiling mouth that seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out what. At this point, he could only see half of her face. The rest had faced away from him.

Jimin could've yelled. Asked why she thought it was okay to eavesdrop. But it was definitely his fault for wondering into the garden and not checking to see if anyone was there before he answered.

He never liked taking his frustrations out on others. And she seemed to have one of those friendly faces you could never put on frown on. So he answered honestly.

"More like trouble in hell. Expected and never ending." He tried to say with a smile.

It came out awkward instead. He coughed, shuffling a bit on his feet.

"Jesus. How old are you? You sound like a pessimistic 80 year old." She asked, again in her own world as she swirled away on the canvas.

A knot forming between her brow, as she squinted her eyes.

"Who are you?" Jimin asked after a pause, shoving his hands inside his pockets. Quirking his head to the side, and wondering how he was able to miss her.

Feeling sheepish that she probably had heard most of that horrible conversation.

The girl sighed, placing down her paintbrush. Probably realizing he wasn't going to leave. He smiled, noticing that she was probably introverted, just like him.

"Mia. Kim Mia. And you are?" She spoke out softly, finally looking up at him.

His eyes traced quickly along the deep scare across her face, the one she seemingly wanted to hide. He watched for a second as her cheeks reddened, waiting in silence as if she expected him to make a comment about it.

Instead, he was much more concerned about her name. The name on the painting that had entranced him inside the gallery.

"Jimin." He answered quickly, hoping his surprised expression was not taken the wrong way.

The girl nodded, turning to the side. Letting her hair fall back across the scar.

"Okay, Jimin. If you want to talk and vent to me you can. I mean what are the chances we'll ever see eachother again? If not, please move. You're standing in front of the flowers I'm trying to paint." Mia said with assuredness, that came out more polite than anything else.

The man laughed genuinely for the first time all week. That was enough for him to realize that maybe this meeting was just meant to happen. He walked over slowly, hands still in his pockets.

Sitting beside the girl quietly so she could still concentrate. He took in the blue flowers that weaved across the canvas, blending seamlessly into the landscape in front of them. In awe, he took in the way she added new colors and tones without much thought. She was a genius, and she had definitely painted what he had seen inside.

He took in her form at a closer glance. She couldn't be much older than him, if at all. How did she get in?

"So, what's got you so riled up?" The ebony haired girl asked, breaking the silence.

Jimin accidentally ignored her, not being able to hold back his curiosity anymore. For some reason, he felt comfortable enough to talk.

"That painting inside. That was you?"

Mia rolled her eyes playfully, nodding her head.

"Thanks for answering my question. Are you surprised?"

Jimin cleared his throat, looking back out at the blue flowers she was painting. He was shocked someone so young was so skilled.

"No, of course not. Um, your work is amazing." Jimin finished awkwardly, not wanting to offend her.

He hoped his voice came out evenly, and not too suggestive.

"Well, I have a great model." Mia commented with a laugh, giving him a look that made him realize he wasn't that slick. At least not around her.

The man swallowed harshly, his heart skipping a beat.

The girl you painted was beautiful can I have her number? She made me forget that I ever met Seulgi or any other girl.

"She's real?!" Was all Jimin was able to stupidly blurt out.

"She's my sister." Mia deadpanned.

Jimin ran his hands through his hair, cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

"Oh, um, sorry." He blurted out sheepishly, squinting towards to sun to see if Mia was pissed off.

He didn't want to make her feel weird, because he very much so liked her company. But it seemed okay, because she smiled brightly. Seeming to enjoy his sudden shyness.

"It's okay. She's beautiful. There's no doubt about that. I wouldn't mind it if she ended up with a guy like you."

"But you don't know me." Jimin said softly, not wanting to sound harsh. He didn't want her to feel like an outsider.

But he was so lost, he wasn't sure he was good enough for anyone. Or deserving of this stranger's kindness.

The girl dropped the brush again on her messy palette, focusing all her attention on the boy now. Her eyes were coal black and seemed to hold all the wisdom and secrets of the world. For a second, she seemed to forget about her scar, the pink and red ridges on full display.

"'I don't date people just to throw them to the side when someone new and shiny comes along'" She said, repeating his words back to him, "Sorry, that I eavesdropped. But it was nice to hear a boy so young say he dates people he actually wants to love. It's so rare for people to mean it."

Jimin took in her words, his heart aching inside of his chest. It felt good to be appreciated for once. It sucked that it was the bare minimum, and shouldn't be rare of men or boys. The girl seemed to have experienced something that made her feel this way, which made him a bit angry.

Whoever had hurt her was a dick.

Still he took her sudden vulnerability as a green light. To finally answer her question from earlier. He sunk into the bench a little more, staring away from her all knowing eyes and into the fountain at the center of the garden.

"My best friend slept with my girlfriend. He isn't sorry. He's done this multiple times. He said it's my fault for not being able to keep them interested. And that he's doing me a favor, because if they really liked me they wouldn't have done it. And I guess he's right, because they all just seem to like him better once they meet him. I'll always just be second place." Jimin finished sadly, finally looking up at Mia.

She was solemn, her eyebrows scrunched with sympathy.

The man groaned, "I sound pathetic don't I?"

It was quiet before Mia snorted, her hand clapping at Jimin's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's not funny, but it is. I think your issue is a confidence one."

"It's fine, you don't get it." Jimin said, his smile wry.

Suddenly her sunny expression was cloudy.

"No Jimin, my situation is worse. Because at least your friend is a dick who tries to hurt you, and you can blame him. You can get mad and feel resentment towards him. Imagine you were me. Imagine if your sister was beautiful as she was sweet, who wouldn't hurt or lie or cheat anyone unless forced to. Who feels sorry when people ignore me. Who stands up for me and calls out the men who reject me just to try with her. Who tells me I am more worthy of love than she, who is given all the love in the world. I love her. I wouldn't want to be seen as second place to anyone else but her. It still hurts immensely though."

It was quiet, as Jimin felt the sadness as he took in the expression on Mia's face. That must have been so hard, to be constantly compared and out against her own sibling. A sibling who tried her best to make her sister feel just as accepted. He felt dumb for even suggesting she wouldn't get it.

"I'm sorry. I mean, I also don't get it though. You are pretty. You are fun to talk to. Why wouldn't anyone-" Jimin trailed off, as Mia lifted her long black hair and gestured to her scar.

"The people I'm surrounded by rather have the heiress without the scar."

Heiress?

Shock hit Jimin as he registered the last name again, "The Kim family? Like THE Kim family? I only thought they had a son."

Mia smiled wistfully, "Of course. Sky. You probably met him, I mean my parents show him off at every event. I love them, but I wish we didn't always have to constantly perform for other rich snobs."

Jimin sat up more, taking the girl in in awe.

"You and I are definitely much more alike than I thought."

"Of course we are, Park Jimin."

The man looked at her with scrutiny and shock, wanting to know exactly how she knew his last name. Before he could even ask she spoke again.

"I'm in a group chat with that mean girl Seulgi. I kicked her out after she sent a picture of you into the chat and called you fuckable because you were the heir to the Park fortune. I hate snobs."

The man let him out a loud laugh, clapping his hands together in shock. For the first time in his life happy to meet another person who hated the way their world operated. The glitz and the glam was fun.

But if you took all their money away, what would most of them have?

Jimin had art. And it seemed like Mia did too.

They sat quietly for a second, before Mia took his hand. He waited patiently as she lifted his up, using his pinky to wrap around her own. Determination showed in her dark eyes, her mouth set in a curved line.

Her words, being some that Jimin would never forget. Words he didn't realize at the moment, that he would cherish long after she was gone.

"How about we stay each other's secret? That way no one can steal the other away. At least for now. Maybe one day you'll be my brother in law." The girl said, lightening up her needs at the end with a joke.

He knew it then. She needed a person to be her own just as much as he did. Not romantically, but a person who wouldn't leave. A person who understood everything.

"Shut up. Either way I'll still be your friend." Jimin said casually, flicking her hand before getting up from the bench.

He had to leave for class.

"Friend?" Mia asked, hand covering her eyes as she looked up to him. The sun shunting directly where she was sitting.

"Yeah, friend."

With that, the man turned and left. Knowing that he would be visiting the garden more often than he ever had. The thought of his new found friend lighting up his heart.

Fate, had always been a kind to Park Jimin.

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(A/N): I hope you guys love this chapter! I love this chapter. A reader gave me this idea to write so thank you!!!

I forgot how important it was to show how they knew eachother and how they met. It's actually one of my favorite chapters of this book ever. I also connected this more to Celine, like the painting Mia made of her. That's why Jimin was soooo drawn to her instantly.

Also with the ages, Jimin his bday is in the fall, hers the summer. That's why she's 18 and he's 21 in the first chapter, because her bday is in the Summer. So in this chapter she's 15 and he's 17 cuz it's the summer and it's not his bday yet.