Dedicated to yourlocalbyuntae

"I am painted over and over

I am carved everywhere

Keep Painting Me

.......

I am painted over and over like the paints

I am carved everywhere like a tattoo

Everywhere you touched is painted by different memories

In Different Colors"

-Paint Me

Mamamoo

"Jimin, you're over-reacting!" Sarang reasoned, following the red-head to his room.

Upon hearing this, Jimin spun around, his vein popping while his eyes narrowed at her.

"Overreacting! Y/N, did you just say that?!" He yelled, towering over Sarang.

"Jimin, please just calm down!" Sarang reasoned, dangling at the edge of losing it all.

"NO! I won't calm down! He's your ex-boyfriend for fuck's sake! I didn't even know you had an ex." Jimin bellowed, running his hand heatedly down his hair, disheveling it.

Sarang's blood was boiling and if it was someone other than Jimin, they'd have a bloody nose or a black eye by now.

But somehow with Jimin, the more he burst out every once a while, Sarang had the need to calm him down.

You know the story of Persephone being the only one who could dampen the rage of her husband, Hades, Lord of The Under World?

In this case, Sarang wanted to become the Persephone to her personal Hades.

She exhaled, cupping his cheeks, and leaning to rest her forehead against Jimin's chin.

Jimin, who had it been someone else, would have flung them sideways not even thinking about the consequences.

But the second, Sarang's cold hands had held his cheeks between them and she'd leaned to rest her forehead against Jimin's chin, he felt all the fury, all the toxin and all the unease in him dwindling away as he inhaled and pulled the girl closer to his chest.

Neither Sarang spoke a word nor did Jimin. Sarang's hands left Jimin's cheeks and encircled his neck, her hands entangling in his blood red hair while Jimin tightened his clasp around her waist.

They swayed on the spot, the silence in the room curtaining over the uncomfortable buzz of adrenalin in the room, that made it seem as though, something big and bad was gonna happen in just minutes.

"We just stopped fighting. I don't wanna fight anymore." Sarang sighed, her eyes fixated on Jimin's arm adorned with the inky black message inked on the skin in a cursive font.

"Hmmm, let's not fight anymore." Jimin agreed, slightly shivering as Sarang's cold fingers traced around the script, his eyes gazing down at the beautiful woman in his arms.

"I'm sorry Sarang." He whispered, aligning his mouth to her ear, making her shiver under his lips.

"It's because I was scared that I was gonna lose you because of my stupidity. Because I wasn't sane enough to think before I spoke. And when he turned up, I just couldn't help but get angry at the fact that he's someone that was close to you. I'm sorry baby."

Sarang's cheeks heated up at the sound of the nick name but she tried her hardest to not show them.

"Someone seems happy." Jimin teased, smiling his eye smile.

Sarang stared at his face, the adorable cute baby face, which had twisted up and transformed into angry raging monster's face just hours ago.

She silently shook her head to remove the vision of Jimin's twisted face as he had shouted at her. Sarang couldn't decrypt the sense of his anger until he had spat it on her face.

Her emotions went up in a frenzy as agitation shot up to her mind, making her question her decision of trusting the red haired tech freak! But now she knew, that like her, he also had some bad personae.

His anger and his trust issues. The fear to loose anyone he cared for.

The man she had seen then and the man she was observing now was the same person with just different traits in dissimilar statuses of his thoughts.

"Already regretting the decision to walk with me?" Jimin tested, his gaze fixated on Sarang's eyes. As though he was trying to deduce her eyes and hunt for the truth.

Sarang sighed, holding Jimin's hands and leading him to the bed. She made him sit down and then she did, wrapping her hands around his arm and snuggling her face in his shoulder.

"I don't regret anything Jimin. I don't. I'm glad that no matter what, you put your family first. You care for them, more than anyone. That's what I like about you, Jimin."

Sarang spoke to his shoulder, her voice dripping of sincerity and Jimin could hear the honesty in her voice.

"What did I do to meet you?" Jimin smiled, kissing her head.

"You were a red headed brat, when you meet me. Maybe that's what you did." Sarang teased, giggling.

"Looks like my baby is bold today." Jimin's eyes darkened and his grip on the red headed one's waist tightened.

Before she knew it, Sarang was involuntarily straddling Jimin's waist. Jimin's sinfully plump lips curved in a smirk as he flipped them around.

"My baby needs to be disciplined." Jimin said, before slamming his lips on Sarang's.

(Babies, slight 16+ ;)

His hands held down Sarang's wrists on either sides of their head as he kept on kissing her lips with bruising force. Jimin's thick tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking for access.

But much to Jimin's apprehension, Sarang did not part her lips.

Jimin's hand's trailed down to her waist, just on the top of where his girl had his mark.

His Vine of Roses. On His Girl.

Jimin's warm hand sneaked under Sarang's t-shirt and he began tracing the design that he knew by heart.

Sarang gasped at the sudden touch and Jimin took the chance to slip his tongue in her mouth.

They both kissed and those kisses felt like first kisses.

As though they were expressing their inner feelings to each other through these kisses.

Jimin kept on kissing Sarang with every bit of passion he had, tangling their tongues with each other. He tried to lift his lips but she held him close.

Jimin looked at her eyes, which were soft and glassy as though she begged him through her eyes

~Keep painting me with more memories

Paint me quickly with your unique scent

Don't allow me to remove them

So that nobody but you

Can be painted in my heart~

Jimin smiled tenderly before kissing her lips with more love and adoration than anything. Sarang sighed softly as she internally screamed,

'I FUCKING LOVE YOU PARK JIMIN'

They both kept on kissing and holding each other for the rest of the night.

At last when Sarang fell asleep, being held close to the man, whom she now realized that she loved, she vowed.

Never to hurt this man.

Never to break his heart.

And, never to give up on him.

~Yes, paint over

Don't stop

Without you, I am nothing.

Fill me with the colors

Don't make any empty spaces

You're my only painter~

Long time babies

The Vine of Roses has been updated and I promise I'll make it regular.

Special thanks to yourlocalbyuntae

for that heart warming review on my book.

Borahae

Fay💜