Unholy_Love
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- Parts 8
Kim Taehyung was built for structure - clean plans, sharp suits, polished presentations. A final-year Business major who believed in numbers more than noise, discipline more than distraction. The campus court echoed with the steady rhythm of his control, the basketball striking concrete like a promise he never intended to break. His world was precise. Calculated. Safe.
"I don't believe in distractions... but somehow, you don't feel like one."
Jeon Jungkook lived differently.
A Fine Arts student with paint-stained fingers and thoughts too large for margins, he saw stories in shadows and emotions in color palettes. While others chased internships and résumés, Jungkook chased light - the way it fell through windows, the way it softened edges. His sketchbook carried more truth than his voice ever did.
"I wasn't trying to draw you... you just kept appearing on every page."
Two different worlds.
One campus.
One quiet collision neither of them planned for.
Some things are built with logic.
Some are created with feeling.
And sometimes, somewhere between the court and the canvas....
a heart forgets how to choose.