JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Art Exhibition

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When a man keep appearing on your dreams and you started painting him.

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Ever since that day, I've been having strange dreams. And every time I wake up, the face of a man lingers in my mind, so vivid, so familiar, yet completely unknown.

I began sketching him without even thinking. One drawing turned into many. Before I knew it, I was painting him, again and again. I didn't know why. I couldn't even tell if I had met him before... or if, perhaps, we had known each other in a past life. I've heard people talk about that, about soulmates from another time.

My manager eventually noticed the growing collection of paintings. He was intrigued. "Who is this man?" he asked.

I told him the truth. "He's... someone from my dreams. He keeps appearing to me, and he feels familiar somehow."

Without hesitation, my manager insisted on displaying the pieces at tomorrow's art exhibition. "This could be your breakthrough," he said.

I couldn't say no. It was a huge opportunity, even if it felt personal, even strange.

That night, I posted one of the dream-man paintings on my Twitter account. I didn't expect much, but within hours, it went viral. People were mesmerized. The media picked it up. The mysterious painting of a stranger had captivated thousands.

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The day of the exhibition, I was a bundle of nerves. Would anyone actually appreciate my art? Would they understand it?

Meanwhile, at the same exhibition, another guest arrived, Park Jimin, a renowned artist known for his emotional depth and mysterious presence. He had never shown his face publicly. His identity was protected, private. He let his work speak for him, and it spoke loudly.

"Mr. Park Jimin! What an honor to have you here," greeted Mr. Yoon, the gallery curator. "You're even more striking in person. It's incredible to finally see the man behind all those masterful pieces."

"Thank you, Mr. Yoon," Jimin said, offering a polite smile.

"We'll be gathering shortly to introduce the featured artists," Mr. Yoon continued. "But in the meantime, feel free to look around."

"I'd like to start with this one," Jimin said, pointing toward a nearby wall. "It's... elegant."

The tour began. They strolled past sculptures and canvases, but Jimin suddenly froze. Mr. Yoon and the staff stopped with him.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Park?" Mr. Yoon asked, concerned. Jimin stared at a painting. "What is my face doing here?"

Gasps followed as everyone turned to look. A painting hung on the wall, his exact likeness. No one had noticed it before, and none of them had ever seen Jimin's face until today.

"M-Mr. Park," Mr. Yoon stammered, "Perhaps the artist used you as inspiration..."

"Inspiration?" Jimin's voice sharpened. "Call the artist. Now."

You could see the panic in his eyes. The anxiety. He had guarded his identity for years. He had never shared a photo, not even on social media. So how could anyone have painted his face with such precision?

Moments later, a staff member brought me over.

"Mr. Park, this is the artist," They said. "Miss Kang Y/N."

I bowed nervously. "Hello... I'm Kang Y/N."

Jimin's voice was firm. "May I ask, young lady, what is my face doing in your painting?"

I blinked, confused. "I'm sorry—your face?"

"Yes," he said. He stepped beside the canvas. "Look at the painting. Now look at me."

My breath caught in my throat. It was him. The face I had painted again and again. The face I had dreamed of, night after night.

"It's you?" I whispered.

"How did you know what I looked like?" he asked, his tone demanding, but his eyes filled with something deeper, fear, curiosity... recognition.

"You appeared in my dreams," I said softly. "Not just once. Over and over. That's why I painted you. I didn't know who you were until now." A slow, stunned silence fell between us.

"I... I never imagined I'd meet you," I added, a gentle smile forming. "But you've been the man in my dreams for a very long time."

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