❝The soulless sky only makes my dark thoughts thicker.❞

ACT I—THIRTEEN

UNLIKE EVERY night, Jimin found no star in the vast chest of the sky. His eyes held the reflection of the sky that was pitch black with no glitter.

The night was soulless, fully dark. A mimicry of his own soul.

Jimin rocked the chair. Back and forth, slowly and steadily. The wind blew, making his silky strands cover his eyes. Under the colorless sky on top of his roof, he sat there like a lone soul and with a mind that was swirling with several musings.

Jimin believed he had the ability of reading a person closely. It was a gift that helped him to survive in this fake glamour world.

Then why was he failing to read Aya?

Jimin rocked his chair faster than before. It was a try to escape his unyielding thoughts.

Aya－a name for a personality so strong that would make others quiver, had a demeanor like a Queen who ruled over the modelling industry.

Jimin knew all these things about her through a very detailed research during his starting days at Clover.

But after that fateful night of their meeting something changed. The girl he met that night was nothing symmetrical to the one he explored about.

Every time he met her he felt her colorful persona. Sometimes she'd wear her mask then sometimes, she was as simple as an open book.

If things were stopped here then it was not much difficult for Jimin to handle. But Aya didn't stop there. She invaded his mind fully. For she intrigued him to experience the emotions that he never knew of.

She was a beauty, true to that and like every other men Jimin admired her pretty face. But like every other men he didn't lust after her.

Unknowingly, unintentionally, Jimin developed a soft spot for her in that warm beating organ inside his chest.

He thought that was out of his nature to care more, worry more. But his actions of tonight with her told another story that made him doubt himself.

Along with anger, hurt, disappointment he felt that tug on his heart which screamed a new feeling that he never felt while touching women－even fairy like ones ever. And this feeling didn't bubble inside him in a small amount. It hit him like dangerous waves of the deep sea.

Desire. Want. Need.

Jimin halted the rocking of his chair and sighed deeply before pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt disgusted with himself to feel like that about Aya whom he wanted to befriend. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet he couldn't control himself, his urges to mark her pearl like skin or devour her soft lips.

Jimin wanted nothing but to forget the details of this evening. To damn his newly found emotions that whispered abomination to him. In try of that, he closed his eyes inhaling deeply. That is when the mishap happened.

Soft innocent face with parted pink lips, hands clutching onto him tightly that made his body weak with sensations. Eyes so dark, so mysterious that whoever would gaze in them would surely be a goner. And Jimin was a goner when he gazed in those void eyes of her.

And that was enough to make him gasp out with hawk like eyes. Despite his fruitless efforts, the memory of this evening was unwilling to leave his mind. Breathing unsteadily, Jimin lowered his head for a moment only to look back at the sky with fury.

"Why? Just why are you doing this to me?"

He didn't know who he was complaining to. It could be to the heaven, to himself or to her.

Jimin felt his heart getting heavy. Even though there was more than enough quantity of air to take, Jimin felt as if air couldn't reach to his lungs.

This was new for Jimin. The man who stayed always in control was now feeling out of control. He felt weak－something he despised with his entire being.

Lighting the dark atmosphere for a moment with his phone, he called the only person who would fight to any power of this earth to tend him.

"Hello, who the fu－"

"Jin Hyung."

Jin was utterly pissed at the person who dared to disturb his beauty sleep. His irritation did a flip and switched himself fully sober when he heard the voice of his little brother.

"Jimin? What's wrong?"

Worry latched to his voice as he heard no sound from the other side. If Jimin called him at such an ungodly hour then the matter was absolute grave.

"Jimin? You there? Talk to me please."

Jimin stared at the pitch dark sky that was taunting him at his powerlessness. His eyes were getting blurry as warm vapor exhaled mingling with his unsteady breathes.

"Hyung, I'm scared. I need your help."

And that croaked voice of his was enough to make Jin leap out of his bed and run to his car.

"Take deep breathes. Hold on. Hyung is going to come before you'll know."

Jin breathed out as he drove his car at an insane speed all while whispering comforts to his brother and not disconnecting the call.

UNDER THE same sky and a different roof the night was taunting another person who felt no different than Jimin.

She sat beside her window clutching her knees as muffled noises filled her serene apartment. Unlike Jimin she had no one to ask for nurse.

Teary eyes looked at the sky that bore questions, rage, complains in them.

"Why? Why would he touch me like that? Why don't I feel disgusted like always? Why did it feel different? Why?"

The lone soul of her wished looking at the moon, wanting nothing but answers to her questions.

They both had the same dilemma. Both were being tortured in their minds with unknown riddled feelings. Though Jimin had his Jin Hyung, Aya had no one to share her burdens.