Celine strutted into the living room like she hadn't just flipped someone inside out and left their soul in a suite.
Her strawberry-blonde hair was in a bun, oversized sunglasses hiding her hangover. She sipped on coconut water.
Her three girlfriends were waiting like the CIA. Arms crossed. Judgment in their eyes.
"Okay," said Gia, hands on hips. "Bitch. Spill."
Celine blinked. "Good morning to you too."
"Don't play dumb," said Monique. "You came home at 5am. Your hair was wrecked. You were limping."
"I wasn't-"
"You left with a bra, and came home with your boobs bobbing, you left your bra on that guys doorknob like a goddamn war trophy again didn't you??" screamed Sol. "Girl, WHO?"
Celine rolled her eyes, but a smirk betrayed her.
"I don't know his full name," she said. "Just Jimin."
All three of them SCREAMED.
"The Jimin?! The baby-faced one with thighs of a Greek god?!"
"His face is like an angel's but his hips scream demon."
Celine raised a brow. "Demon's accurate."
"DID YOU SEE HIS TONGUE?!" Gia demanded.
"I felt it."
Monique fake-fainted. "I'm living vicariously through your chaos."
Celine sipped her coconut water again, legs crossed. "He's fun. Just fun."
"You walked like you got hit by a bus full of sins," Sol whispered.
Gia giggled. "I'd commit crimes for that man."
Celine smirked but stayed quiet. A part of her wanted to say more. Another part knew: it's safer to stay detached.
Because if she said what she really felt...
She'd admit it wasn't just fun.
It was something else.
***
[Jimin's Hotel Suite]
Taehyung was mid-toothbrushing with Jimin's electric toothbrush (uninvited, of course), when he leaned into the bathroom mirror to check his jawline.
That's when he noticed something in the reflection.
"...Wait."
"Hmm?" Jungkook was scrolling through his new phone on the couch. Grunting angrily that he had to download all his apps again.
Taehyung squinted. Then stepped closer to the mirror like he was in a horror movie.
"Wait. WAIT. WAIT-"
"BRO."
He BURST out of the bathroom, foam in his mouth, and pointed toward Jimin's bedroom door with all the drama of a telenovela lead.
"Y'ALL. LOOK. LOOK AT THAT." he gag-laughed.
Jungkook followed his gaze-and then he saw it.
The Bra.
Lacy. Black. Still hanging on Jimin's doorknob like it paid rent.
"OH MY GOD-" Jungkook howled.
Taehyung flung the toothbrush across the room.
"I THOUGHT THAT LIPSTICK ON THE MIRROR WAS PEAK BUT THIS?? THIS IS CINEMA."
They both collapsed on the floor, literally in tears.
"WHO IS SHE? A NINJA? A SORCERESS???" Taehyung cried. "WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU, JIMIN?"
Jimin-shirtless, coffee in hand, soul halfway to the grave-walked out rubbing his neck, which looked like it lost a cage match with a vampire.
He blinked at the two feral hyenas rolling on his hardwood floor.
Then looked at the bra.
Then sighed.
"...I don't remember half of it," he muttered, sipping coffee.
Taehyung screamed. "YOU ANIMAL-"
"But I know one thing for sure." Jimin leaned against the wall, smug glint in his eyes now.
"I didn't even have to lift a single fucking finger."
That sent Jungkook reeling. He threw a throw pillow at Jimin's chest.
"BRO GOT DOMINATED AND IS BRAGGING."
Taehyung threw himself dramatically onto the couch. "She left a lipstick signature. She marked your body. She left her bra. If she left her earrings here too, I'm calling an exorcist."
"Check under the couch," Jungkook added. "Maybe her soul's still here."
"Should we get a Ouija board??"
"Don't. She might actually come back."
Jimin only smirked. "I wouldn't mind."
That sent them both shrieking again.
Somewhere across town, Celine stirred her iced Americano like it owed her money. Her oversized sunglasses covered half her face, but not enough to hide the smug smile curling at the edges of her lips.
She was glowing.
Her phone buzzed.
GROUP CHAT: SLUTTY SABBATH 👠🖤
Tori: bitch be fr who rearranged your guts
Mina: why u walking like you survived a war and still smiling like u won
Jada: tell us or we're staging an intervention. or a reenactment. whichever hurts more.
Celine took a slow sip of her coffee, leaned back in her chair, and finally typed:
Celine: wouldn't u like to know, weather girls 😘
Celine: just know he's a dancer. and he doesn't talk with his mouth. mostly.
The chat exploded.
Tori: CELINE.
Jada: bitch.
Mina: WE KNEW IT. dancer = stamina. i hate you.
Tori: did u leave anything behind?
Celine: maybe just my bra. 😌
Jada: i hope it haunts him.
Celine: oh it is. trust.
Celine smiled wider. Then opened her phone gallery.
And saw the lipstick photo she left on his mirror: "Celine 💋"
Her grin turned devilish.
MEANWHILE... BACK AT JIMIN'S PENTHOUSE
Jimin sat cross-legged on the couch with his phone uncomfortably close to his face, typing furiously into Instagram.
Search bar:
"Celine"
"Celine dancer seoul"
"Celine strawberry blonde"
"Celine devil incarnate pls dm"
He scrolled. And scrolled.
Jungkook walked by with a bag of chips, peeked down. And Laughed.
"Bro..." he blinked. "Are you trying to find her on Instagram? With those?"
Jimin didn't look up. "She's real. She exists. Somewhere out there."
Taehyung caught wind of it and walked over, chewing a banana like it was a cigar. "You're down bad, bro."
"I'm not down-"
"Bro you're trying to CSI your one-night stand based on a lipstick font."
Jungkook snorted. "Next he'll go 'enhance' the lipstick reflection like those FBI shows."
Taehyung gasped. "WAIT. WE TOOK PHOTOS."
He sprinted for his phone.
"Let me send it to the GC. Seokjin hyung will scream from the barracks."
"NO-" Jimin lunged at him, full panic.
Too late.
Taehyung hit send.
Group Chat: MILITARY BOYZ 👊💥
📸 Jimin looking like a post-war lover boy, hickeys blooming like cherry blossoms
📸 A bra hanging like a flag of victory
📸 The infamous lipstick message
Taehyung: More morning content for you, hyungs ❤️
Jungkook: He didn't even lift a finger. She broke him with eye contact.
Yoongi (read):
Namjoon (read):
Jin (read, typing...)
Jin: you disgust me. but i'm proud.
Yoongi: LMAO. jimin-ie got DOMINATED?? finally.
Namjoon: can we frame the bra. historical artifact.
Jimin groaned and face-planted into a pillow.
He didn't even know her last name.
And yet-he was obsessed.
It was that same night when Jimin finally found her.
His thumb hovered mid-scroll on his phone as the search result loaded.
There she was.
@celinedoesdamage
📍Seoul | Dancer | Model
"Too much is never enough 💋"
The profile was viciously curated: runway clips, dance videos, blurry selfies in mirrors with red lighting, and just enough chaos in her captions to scream trouble. She had thousands of followers-naturally. In one clip, she was performing in a studio, hips sharp, attitude sharper. Jimin's jaw slackened.
"Holy sh-" he whispered, volume barely above awe.
Jungkook peered over. "You found her?!"
Taehyung jumped from the kitchen like he'd just heard lottery numbers. "DROP THE @ RIGHT NOW. We're archiving this moment."
Jimin exhaled dramatically, "Her name's Celine. Of course it is. A girl like that couldn't be named... Minji or something."
Taehyung blinked. "Why Minji catching a stray?"