In a world where shadows whisper secrets of old, Y/N, a vampire princess, and Jungkook, a vampire prince, wove a love story destined for the ages. Their hearts beat as one, entwined in a dance of passion that transcended time, until tragedy struck...
The next few days became brighter for Y/N, as though the world had shifted in color and tone. The once elusive meaning behind her paintings now emerged clearly, like sunlight breaking through clouds. She could feel him in every brushstroke, in every shade of red that filled her canvas. Jungkook. He was no longer just a shadow in her dreams but something more, a truth she had quietly accepted.
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Her feelings, once tangled and confused, had settled into something firm. The strange darkness that had once enveloped her mind had lifted, replaced by a new sense of purpose. She no longer felt lost in her thoughts or in her art, as if her hand had found its way after wandering for so long.
Jungkook was not human. This, she knew now with a certainty that resonated deep in her bones. His presence, though otherworldly, no longer frightened her. Instead, it intrigued her, filling her with a wonder she hadn't known she possessed. She believed, fully and deeply, that creatures like him existed, vampires, walking among humans, their secrets hidden in plain sight. She could feel the weight of that truth resting on her chest, but it wasn't suffocating. It was freeing.
After finishing her latest painting, a portrait of the man who had invaded her dreams, holding a bouquet of red roses, Y/N sat on her bed and gazed at it. The lines of his face were perfect, every detail etched with care, from his sharp jawline to the intense gaze that seemed to pierce through the canvas. She hadn't stopped smiling since she began painting him, the joy of bringing him to life too powerful to ignore.
She leaned forward, her voice a soft whisper as she spoke to the painting. "I hope I can see you again."
Her words hung in the air, a quiet wish to the man in her dreams, the man who had changed everything. She didn't know how, but she felt that he could hear her. Somehow, in the spaces between her waking moments and dreams, their worlds touched.
But before she could lose herself in thoughts of him, there was a gentle knock on her door.
"Hello, Y/N!" Lara's voice rang out, cheerful and bright as she stepped into the room. She carried with her the usual warmth, the kind that could pull Y/N out of her deepest thoughts.
Y/N looked up, a smile on her face. "Hey, Lara."
But Lara stopped short, her gaze falling on the painting that dominated Y/N's room. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as she approached it.
"You could finally finish it?" she asked awe in her voice. Without waiting for an answer, she rushed over to hug Y/N, her excitement palpable.
Y/N laughed softly, hugging her back. "Yeah, I finally did."
Lara pulled back, her eyes still fixed on the painting. "Oh my God, Y/N, it's amazing. You've been trying for so long to finish this one, and now it's perfect."
