The muse's touch

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(Later that evening)

Jungkook's POV

As I watched Jimin's eyes light up over the paintbrush, I knew I'd made the right choice. He deserved every happiness.

"Let's test it out," Jimin said, his eyes sparkling.

I grinned. "Can't wait."

Jimin dipped the brush into a vibrant red paint and began to create. His strokes danced across the canvas, each movement fluid and expressive.

I stood beside him, mesmerized by his talent. The colors blended and swirled, forming a stunning portrait – of me.

"Jimin, this is incredible," I breathed.

He smiled, his eyes never leaving the canvas. "You're my inspiration, Kook."

My heart swelled. No one had ever captured my essence like Jimin.

As he painted, our shoulders touched, sending shivers down my spine. The connection between us pulsed, like a living thing.

Time disappeared, leaving only the art, Jimin, and me.

"Finished," Jimin declared, stepping back.

I gazed at the canvas, awestruck. The painting captured my soul.

"Jimin, this is...me," I whispered.

Jimin's smile softened. "It's you, Kook – through my eyes."

Our gazes met, the air thickening.

"Thank you, Jimin," I said, my voice low.

Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting.

My heart pounded. Was I reading this right?

"Kook?" Jimin whispered.

"Yes?"

Jimin's eyes opened, shining with vulnerability. "Stay with me tonight."

My pulse soared.

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