He went to Paris to find some form of consolation by buying an expensive painting and meeting the famous artist behind it. What he found there changed him forever. She had lived a miserable life but finally found stability through her love of creating art. She was content during the day, but battled her demons at night. She thought she didn't deserve to be happy... until life gave her a second chance at love.

His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine. "Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us. Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep? [Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction] Warning: some sexual/mature content Started, 30 Nov 2018 Ended, 25 Apr 2019 © 2019 softaura ✓ cover by: @eulu-xuria