lissom fingers of his hand held a paintbrush in between that danced over the canvas with regular strokes. he had a palette grasped in the other.
with tired dark eyes solemnly focused on the canvas, stood a nineteen year old boy. his blue hair overlaid his sad onyx eyes like clouds concealing stars in the night skies. he had a straight nose with a mole on the tip and pretty pink chapped lips.
he was in his second year of college, majoring in art and his name was kim taehyung.
he was a boy with a story worth to be told.
in which jungkook meets an art major student, whose skin mirrored his canvas and bloomed with purples and blues.
in which a young boy loses himself to the cracks of the world.
from a boy with onyx eyes that were hidden behind shadows and long strands of dark brown hair.
he was no older than 19, neither any younger. he laid upon his bathroom floor with the door locked and keys sitting next to his feet.
the beats of his heart were short and fast and loud even, washing away the silence with echos that resonated between the bathroom walls and reflected on the mirror.
his long fingers were wrapped around a knife desperately, as if his life depended on it, although it was exactly what he planned to cast it away with.
"So, you come here often?"
"This is my fucking house."
In which Taehyung meets Seokjin at a party and falls in love with his pretty midnight eyes and charming nature. what happens next?
- I'm bad at summaries, goddamn just read it if you want to.
"I love you, taehyung."
In which Taehyung is cursed. He has the same curse as Medusa, a monster in Greek mythology. Whoever looks at taehyung, turns into stone. While Jeongguk, a young boy with a weird condition, searching for a job, comes across a man, and then, is given the task to kill Taehyung.