𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Muse 3.

Jungkook's pov:

Seorching for a job,emigrated. It was on stage In
Paris that my destiny inadvertently,clearly manifested before my eyes. There,where Paris was dyed in colours for one dream like night,illuminated in the mysterious light were the pinheels that adorned the feet of those half naked show girls.

I quit my job as a cleaner and through my connections,i started working at the abalkin's show factory in the suburb of paris. In this world where everything followed the same pattern,i dreamed of creating a new motif with my own shoes one day. And it was there,where i was given a chance.

"Did you draw these?"that was the first time,i laid my eyes on julia abalkins. The founder of the Abalkins. "Would you like to come and work by my side?"and i said yes. I said yes to work for her.

"Y/n,this is jungkook and he'll be working as my personal aide from now on"the first time i laid my eyes upon y/n,she had an ice cold gaze that could cut you off. Her blonde hair in a perfect bob,face features as sharp as knife,she held so much hatred for me from the first day she saw me.

I tried to smile politely at her but to her hatred,she didn't even spare me a glance and left the house,passing beside me in silence. "She's always like that,just leave her be"and i looked behind me,seeing her walking away with her head hung low.

Every night,numerous artists and fashionistas gathered at her residence. Y/n never came home till midnight when everyone was gone. Meanwhile,i borrowed a corner of julia's study and started to work on my heels.

Basic necessities,top of the line materials,first rate professionals and above all,the knowledge and the tools for making the perfect shoes,this house had it all. From the little gap of my door,i always saw julia on top of some guys or magazine owners every night in the living room.

"Jungkook,you're still studying at this hour?"after she was done latching onto them,she would come to me in her most drunken state,wobbling around with her upper clothes disheveled,disgusting me.

"Julia,i've drawn a new design. What do you think about it?"i would gladly hand my designs to her,as she would look at them with a pale gaze. "They're alright i suppose"she would drop down the designs and lean in to capture my lips,making me taste the high quality whiskey that she just had and the gross taste of semen.

"Jungkook,you know i'm doing this for your sake right?"i knew i was being used. My designs were released as julia's. Her faculty which reigned over a generation ago simply is no longer in vogue for today's generation.

"Julia,what do you think about these materials?"i approached a drunk julia to discuss something one day,having me hopes high. "Should i emphasise femininity with velvet or draw out power from leather?"she laughs out like a maniac,making me raise my eyebrows.

"Jungkook,are you playing at a debut designer? Stop being so old fashioned and going into details. Customers don't think about those things just pick the one that fetches a higher price"she was fucking worthless.

My muse ought to be sagacious and innovative not so fucking money hungry. I wanted my muse to have a sense of aestheticness,a sense of being perfect in my shoes.

"Stop!"just then,i heard the screaming's of y/n coming from the entrance as i approached down. "Come on,just a bit. I know you're like your sister,that whore worships our dicks"i saw one of the owners of vogue trying to assault her,rip away her clothes.