The gallery was filled with elegant whispers and soft clinks of champagne glasses. Taehyung stood in the middle of it all, dressed to perfection, his smile practiced and poised. It was a familiar scene—bright lights, high society, and the constant pressure to be the perfect son, the perfect heir.
But his mind was elsewhere. Across the room, tucked away in the shadows near a massive canvas, stood Jungkook. His presence was a secret even here, amidst a gallery full of people marveling at his art. No one knew that the artist who kept the world guessing was the same man Taehyung returned to every night.
Their eyes met briefly, a flash of something raw and real passing between them. But then Taehyung turned, back to the crowd, back to the role he had played for so long. He felt the weight of it all, the tug of expectations, the slow suffocation of secrecy.
And yet, as the world looked on, Taehyung’s heart was anchored to the one person no one could ever know about. A secret love, delicate and fragile, teetering on the edge of exposure.
But how much longer could they stay hidden?
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Secret Marriage
FanfictionTo the world, Taehyung is the golden heir-polished, perfect, and destined for greatness. But in the shadows, he's hiding his most precious secret: Jungkook, a mysterious artist whose paintings captivate millions, yet whose identity remains a well-gu...
