If You(Fanfiction) VKook Vs. Vmin

Chapter 7:

One day later:(At the art gallery project)

Taehyung's POV:

I don't even know, why I'm here. In my defense, I was just really curious. I mean, I love Arts. And, it just so happened, that I haven't lost the tickets Jungkook handed me yesterday. I am wearing a face mask to hide my identity. Coz, probably I don't want him to feel fluttered about himself.

The first thing, I notice from the art gallery is a sculpture made up of woods. It looks like, they are holding hands. I'm amazed at the art exhibit. Well, I know that he is a great artist. But... He just stopped doing any kind of Art, when we got married focusing more on his carrier in the company. Then thoughts hits me again.

What if, you remain as an artist? Would we be a happy family? Will things get better? Won't you meet that girl again? Would everything end up like this?

I shrugged my thoughts away. What am I even thinking? Destiny, won't never change. And Jungkook will always be Jungkook. I continued looking at the beautiful arts that surrounds me. And then, I came to a certain area where people are eagerly waiting for something, I guess. Must be the best art of the gallery.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you the LOVE."

Then all the people around gusped and applauded when they saw the art, well except me. I don't want to applaud yet, and I don't know what's the reason to applaud especially when it's about this man. I'm just pissed off by him.

I looked away, feeling uninterested by him and whatever it's about that he is saying. Until...

"The woman, lost her beloved child."

Those words are enough to caught my full attention. I am now heading my way to take a better look at the art.

At the first glance, it was just a simple painting of a boy in his mother's embrace. But, at the very first time I saw it. I teared up. I know who it was. The woman, hugging the dead body of her son. It was me. How can I ever forget that scene? How can I not recognize myself at that, helpless situation. I tried to forget about it, but it haunts me. And, now I'm just staring at myself in his painting.

The following that had happened was out of my control.

"The... The woman in your painting. Did... Did she died?"- I asked suddenly without even me realizing.

He tensed up, and I sensed it. But soon enough, he calmed his gaze and turn towards me.

"The woman had lived."

Wait? What?! Did he already know? But how?! It's impossible. It can't be. He shouldn't know!

"For a heart that loves, there wouldn't be any ending. She will be forever alive in someone's heart. Eternally, she'll live until the hearts that loves her dies too."- he sounds like a great announcer who tells his own story with the use of third person.

Somehow, I felt sad because of his answer.

Is he still in love with someone who had died already? No! It cannot be. Remember, he cheated on you! So particularly, he is just doing this to get some sympathy. There's no way, he'll going to love you like that. There are person who can love like that, but unfortunately... It's not Jungkook. Jungkook  doesn't have a heart made up of gold like that.

"I just wonder, who are your persona. I mean, your subjects. They aren't real human right? I mean, you're just making up things just like any other artists, who are audience thirsty."- I said trying to collect everything that I had said in mind.

He glares at me, his glare is cold and could kill anyone if he wants to  just by staring.

I took it as a cue.