10000 Hours | liskook

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❝In every cold portrait encapsulates a warm smile; the one that narrates a beautiful tale.❞
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Word Count: 4328 (long-!)

Requested By: anonymous (username undisclosed as per request) for artist!Lisa and idol!Jungkook. I'm glad you requested for this anonie! I hope I could fit into the aesthetic theme as you suggested and hope you will like it?🤍

«JUNGKOOK»

The view outside my car was a faint vision of the street-lamps that illuminate the sidewalks. I was particularly thrilled, the city was foreign but welcoming in so many ways; for some reason despite landing here almost an hour back, it already felt like home.

What a strange feeling of hiraeth, I wonder as I look out to catch a glimpse of this medieval town of Saint Émilon — one of the oldest towns in ancient France, lauded for its intensive wine production. It had always been a place in my wishlist since trainee years, apparently because I could picture myself in this panoramic landscape in my dreams, despite not having known its name.

My group is known to be the biggest Kpop group on the planet; but as they say, everything did not come in a silver spoon. We had seen bad days and had been blacklisted many times that we've lost count. Hobi hyung would always regard to look at it from the positive perspective, yet I still drift back to the golden days before I was a trainee. Being the youngest and greatly introverted, I mostly stood out of the crowd — it was equally difficult to make friends and I missed school, get envious of my classmates having fun whilst I put tons of hardwork throughout my career. There are nearly a hundred people I can regard as my close friends — I have millions of fans loving us around the globe — yet a feeling of loneliness engulfs me from within.

There have been incidents in the past where my thoughts would clash against others and I would be stern to appreciate their views. Does it mean I am cold hearted and egoistic as some people say? Some say I don't deserve anything I hold — everything should be credited to my group mates, I am worthless — could they be right? Questions, questions, questions — there are so many questions and answers that somehow seem long.

Maybe this is why I was here in my much needed break. In this small town, away from all the mess and hurdles in the city life.

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The sun shone softly on the city streets, a flurry essence of the rosy hue pearled over the sky. This was prolly the first solo trip I had in a while — without my manager. The day had dawned, expounding new hopes with itself. It was already noon by the time I set out for sightseeing. A fresh gust of wind blew past the narrow streets, stimulating a tickling sensation to my skin that was still cold after a shower.

I fished out my film camera to take a bunch of pictures of the beautiful landscape. Looking around the picturesque scenery, my eyes fell upon a certain female around the same age as me, her chestnut tresses fell over her eyes, making her face a beautiful fortress. She was intently focused, a beret loosely sat on her hairbun as her gaze was fixed on the canvas before her, painting a scenery for a young girl and her grandfather in it. She subconsciously swiped her tongue over her lips as she focused on her details, some paint stains on her apron. It took me only a few seconds to realise that I had been staring at her direction for around a mere ten seconds or so and luckily she hadn't noticed it yet.

After all, what if she might've taken me for a creep had she glanced back?

But in those few seconds I could catch a glimpse of all her features. Her pale beige skin, her slim frame that held a palette in her hand and the glasses that added glory to her round shaped feline eyes. It was the most exquisite attraction I had ever felt — somehow the connection had been established long back and maybe I was meant to find her, my soulmate perhaps? My hyungs would've brushed it off laughing about my obtuse beliefs, because the idea of seeking attraction at the first sight seemed impractical and transient to them.