Art Lovers, 24 hours (BTS / V / KTH ) (Completed 7 parts)

(1) Paris Street, Rainy Day

(Seoul 2:00am KST Tae's house)

It's the middle of the night in Seoul, Korea. Taehyung is in his apartment alone, tossing and turning in his empty bed, unable to wipe away the thoughts of the day and let his mind rest. He did an interview, a photo shoot, and spent hours in dance rehearsal for the band's next music video. His body is too full of adrenaline to sleep even though his mind is exhausted. He scrolls through apps on his phone, hovering his thumb over the Weverse app, considering, then he creates a post, "Help me get to sleep with good thoughts." He takes a selfie of his face close to the flash, looking worn out and a little bit sad.

(Chicago 12:00pm CST Aria's POV)

At the very same moment, Chicago, Illinois, USA, it's 14 hours earlier in the day.  I'm  at the Art Institute museum standing in the Impressionist wing when I see the alert on my phone that a new post by "V" has been made. Curious, I open the alert and look at Taehyung's tired face, feeling there may be some sadness behind his eyes. I look up to the painting in front of me, "Paris Street, Rainy Day" with it's soft lighting and wet cobblestones. It doesn't feel sad even though it's raining. The bustle of the street goes on unimpeded. The couple standing together seem focused on their journey and their life together.  I raise my phone and snap a picture of the painting.  I post it with the words, "It's raining here but the wet street smells of Spring and new beginnings!"

(Seoul KST)

Tae's fingers scroll  through post after post. He looks at the time, so early in the morning and no sign of rest, he groans. An alert pops up that an image post has come in that's he's tagged in and he scrolls down from his post to see the picture of the painting hanging on the museum wall. He smiles at it curiously. It's familiar, but he hasn't seen it in a long time.  He reads the message, "It's raining here, but the wet street smells of Spring and new beginnings!" The sentiment makes him think of rainy days and busy cities, and the freedom he once had to wander the streets unobserved and he smiles at the memory. He looks back at the painting in the post.  He sighs, feeling a little more encouraged. His fingers hover over the user ID "Puccinis_Aria" which is a recent half picture of Aria's face, showing off a painting canvas in the background though it's difficult for him to judge what's on the canvas. He clicks on the image to read the profile, "my name is Aria which means 'air' and is also the term for a solo in operatic music.  I study Photography in Chicago." He tries to look closer at the image, but he is frustrated that he can't see it large enough.  He has access to additional information through his account and he can see on Weverse that there is a linked Twitter account. He opens Twitter and searches the screen name and location. He looks over the Twitter account picture, a different image, the same face looking back at him, smiling from under a big floppy hat. Late at night, alone in his room, he decides to reach out and he sends a DM on Twitter from an rarely used account "VVVV3012":

"Thank you for the beautiful picture of the Caillebotte, but instead of sleep, my mind is racing with thoughts Aria."

(Chicago CST)

I'm still holding my phone, looking at the picture of him in his bed when the DM alert comes in.  I read it, a little stunned he's responded to me personally, a rush of excitement fills me. Then a little suspicion when I realize he's sent the DM to my Twitter account. How did he get to my Twitter account? I wonder, confused. The name sounds like someone just made it up, and they don't have official individual Twitter accounts, I reason with myself. Maybe it's really just a friend toying with me.

Respond to VVVV3012: "Just picture yourself walking through the streets hiding from the rain under a big umbrella, holding someone's hand, and listening to the sounds of the horses footsteps as the carriages pass by."