''When people first saw Park Jimin they forgot how to breathe''.

Jungkook smiled cheekily the moment he saw the name written with black ink on the abrasive piece of paper. It took him two hours to think of a suitable name and one hour more to think of how the man should look like. He wanted to make his character stand out from the rest, giving some unique touches here and there.

Park Jimin had to be handsome. The name surely had a taste, a drop of silk honey on it's sound. Yet, the man who was bearing it had to possess the velveteen touch of a sinner. Sins intrigued Jungkook to the bone, considering that he was not a holy man himself.

Park Jimin needed to look expensive. Red silk and black velvet had to decorate his muscular figure. Suits and lavish jewelry should compliment his ensemble. Yes, red had to be his favorite color. The color of strawberries and blood.

The color of sins.

As a gay man himself, Jungkook wanted the character to be pulchritudinous not just for his readers but for his eyes as well. He had no preference in heights and weights but he wanted to add specific details that were driving him, Jeon Jungkook, insane.

Park Jimin should be a seductive, ethereal existence. Maybe with a pair of sharp, narrow eyes, a mixture of cognac-whiskey amber drowning in his glimmering irises. Eyebrows unruly when he is angry or arched when he is surprised. A golden, bronze skin that was soft as a feather and tantalizing as bitter, melted chocolate. A body that could easily bruise yet could easily hurt his opponent...or lover.

A face sculpted by the greatest ancient Gods. A broad forehead, with high cheekbones and a prominent jaw. His chiseled nose perfect to accompany the luscious pair of lips that he would lick from time to time as a habit.

Oddly Jungkook found himself licking his own lips just by the thought of his own creation. Drawing in another puff of his cigarette, the writer continued pressing the keys, thinking of the perfect pair of lips.

They had to be pink or soft red, like a rosebud ready to bloom. Lush and luscious, with a deep Cupid's bow, always glossy over his gleaming, white teeth. A mouth ready to be kissed and ready to devour.

A smooth-shaven face with a salient Adam's apple, an angel with black wings, a man attracted by the darkness and sinful acts.

Maybe with sandy-blondish hair. Yes. With glossy, shiny hair where the lustrous light of the sunrays could play hide and seek in the mornings. Probably slicked up or sometimes parted in the middle...or disheveled and messy.

A man who couldn't be tamed yet a person who loved chains at the same time. A calm, composed demeanor that could easily turn into a beastly, amatory behaviour.

This was Park Jimin.

A beautiful twenty-five year old he had created in his head.

And Jungkook couldn't be more proud of himself.

Hell, he almost fell in love with his own, fictional character.

The sound of his cellphone woke him up from his trance. What did Jin need this time of the day?

''Hello Jin, how are you?'' he questioned the man, one hand on his phone while the other was holding his addiction.

''I just wanted to ask if you had made any progress with your book. Didn't you see the news this morning?''.

''No, I was writing'' Jungkook muttered and raised an eyebrow curiously.

''Min Yoongi, your competitor...he is planning to publish another book. Maybe in the beginning of Spring''.

''But it's late November now! I won't be able to publish mine first...I am not that fast'' Jungkook gritted his teeth.

''Did you think of something? Did you consider writing a monologue just like I was telling you about ?'' the older wondered.

''I am actually writing it right now...I have already finished with the main character's exterior...I am pretty content with the outcome. All I need to add is some personality traits and a few special characteristics. And then I will find a title... maybe even begin the first chapter''.

''That's amazing! That's wonderful Jungkook, I am so proud of you... So, what's the main character's name?'' Jin asked the younger, his voice stable, hinting the tiniest bit of curiosity.

''I won't tell you...Drown in agony'' Jungkook mocked through the phone and ended the call, chuckling with his own mannerisms.

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Jungkook fell on the bed, his forehead dripping sweat and his voice almost stuck in his throat.

''You were so tired, you didn't even have the urge to top me today'' his partner mumbled and fell on the bed next to the younger.

''I haven't slept or eaten at all...I was working non stop. I only stood up from my chair to grab a cup of coffee'' Jungkook uttered between his breaths.

''Making coffee surely is an exhausting procedure'' the raven haired chuckled and Jungkook kicked him under the covers.

''I was writing, okay? I finally managed to untangle the snarl in my head. I had almost finished the first page before you knocked on my door'' Jungkook mumbled and searched for his wallet on his nightstand.

''Why do you want to get rid of me that easily? We have just finished and you are already ready to pay me''.

''Isn't this the deal? You almost look sad'' Jungkook smirked and without even glancing at the man next to him, he handed him over a sufficient amount of money.

''You are a good fuck'' the man remarked and gave Jungkook a dirty look.

''I know that...anything new?''.

''Will you call me tomorrow or should I just pay you a visit unexpectedly?''.

''We'll probably won't see each other tomorrow. I am planning to focus on my book and I want nothing or in our case, nobody to interrupt me'' Jungkook rattled out coldly.

''Oh...I should better wear my clothes and leave then'' the man spoke, a sad tone evident in his voice.

''You do that. I will go downstairs and continue my book'' Jungkook scrunched up his face feeling the pain between his legs, yet he tightened his robe around his body and climbed down stairs to continue on his novel.

Minutes later, he heard a soft ''bye'' and the door closing afterwards. He thought he was a little harsh with the man but after all he was paying him for a night of lust. Nothing more and nothing less. He had more important topics to think about and most significantly how to finish his first page.

All the introduction paragraphs were neatly written and Jungkook finally believed that this was his big chance. A book about a man with the perfect coverage yet with a deep pain in his heart. Three lines, maybe three and a half were needed for the first page to be completed.

''...despite his delicate features and effulgent figure, Park Jimin had many inner imperfections. His baleful past was trying to catch up to him while his legs were running fast and a little faster in the future. Park Jimin didn't want to be numb. And he achieved that''.

With these three lines Jungkook felt like the first page couldn't be more appealing. His book despite being a monologue included everything, from an extraordinarily pretty angel to the little devils that were jumping from his mind.

Perhaps Jungkook could capture the daily problems that were going to trouble Park Jimin, a simple story of a rather endearing creature.

He wanted to make the readers fall in love with the man he had created cause Jungkook was certain, someone so perfect and munificent couldn't exist in the real world. Or in the small town he lived at least.

He decided to maintain an optimistic way of thinking, completely neglecting the fact that Min Yoongi- one of the most popular writers right now- was supposed to publish a book yet again. Besides, he believed that he could turn people obsessed when it came to Park Jimin, make readers search for someone as exquisite as him.

And without realizing, his fingers were again on the typewriter, pressing keys fast, his words forming beautiful sentences. Beautiful like Jimin, his own creation.

His eyes averted on the clock near his huge library. It was almost three at night yet he felt he had so much to give, so many things he was being inspired from.

''Park Jimin woke up at nine o'clock and he instantly jumped from his bed, his silk shirt sticking on his back muscles. He rolled his fingers between his blondish locks and his expression brightened when he saw the sun. Park Jimin preferred tea rather than coffee. Tea with two drops of rum to start the day. He enjoyed all the shades of red and especially ginger. Park Jimin was loving but not yet loved...''.

He was sure now. People would die to meet Park Jimin.