"Truth is bitter, Kook....... Your parents hid it from you because they feared losing you. They wrapped their secrets in a warm embrace, shielding you from the harsh realities of life. But the weight of their silence hung in the air, a constant remi...
Jungkook stood before his latest painting, the colors still wet on the canvas. The arts room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above.
His brushstrokes had been bold, almost frantic, as if driven by a force beyond his control. The painting depicted two young men, one seated on a majestic horse, the other standing beside him
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But it was their faces that captivated Jungkook's attention. Indistinct, shrouded in mist, they seemed to hold secrets and stories he couldn't quite grasp. The brushstrokes blurred and blended, refusing to reveal their features.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, analyzing every stroke, every color choice. He'd painted from memory, from visions that haunted his dreams. Who were these two young men? Why did their image linger in his mind?
The painting seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if the colors themselves held the answers. Jungkook's heart pounded, his mind racing with questions.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Seokjin stepped inside. "Hey, Kook, what's going on? You've been in here for hours."
Jungkook spun around, his eyes guarded. "Just working on a piece."
Seokjin approached the canvas, his eyes widening. "Whoa, this is intense. What inspired it?"
Jungkook hesitated, unsure how to explain. "I...I don't know. It just came to me."
Seokjin's gaze lingered on the painting, his expression thoughtful. "It's like they're trying to tell us something."
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Did Seokjin sense it too? The secrets hidden beneath the surface?
Seokjin's words hung in the air, echoing Jungkook's own thoughts. He nodded, his eyes locked on the painting.
"I know, right?" Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like they're trying to communicate something."
Seokjin stepped closer, his eyes scanning the canvas. "The faces...they're so vague. On purpose?"
Jungkook nodded. "I couldn't see them clearly. It was like my mind was blocking the details."
Seokjin's gaze snapped back to Jungkook's. "Your mind? You mean, like, visions?"
Jungkook hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Seokjin's expression was open, encouraging.
