Art is a lie that tells the truth. Our marriage was the opposite. It was supposed to be a temporary sketch. A frantic, midnight outline drawn between a girl fleeing a gilded frame and a boy with enough fire in his soul to burn the whole gallery down. Genevieve de Pury was raised to be a masterpiece in a Swiss old-money empire- admired, controlled, and destined for a life behind glass. To escape a future she didn't choose, she needed a shield. She found it in the raw, untamed energy of a stranger who understood that some things are worth rebelling for. Their contract was a masterpiece of deception. A secret alliance forged to buy her freedom and give him a sanctuary the world couldn't touch. For years, she remained the quiet shadow in the background, a silent curator of a life hidden in plain sight, while his voice became a global roar. But every medium has its breaking point. As the spotlight intensifies and the distance between their scripted roles and their unscripted reality collapses, the art of survival becomes an agonizing truth. The midnight debates over poetry and canvas turn into a lifeline they can no longer pretend is fake. When the past finally demands its due, the distance between the legacy he is building and the dynasty she escaped vanishes. Some secrets are too loud to stay hidden, and some cages are too expensive to break. In a world where every move is monitored and every glance is analyzed, they must decide if their love is a fleeting exhibit or the only thing worth saving when the gallery starts to burn. The contract had an expiration date. Their reality didn't. ·༻𐫱༺· DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS, BiGHiT MUSIC, their associated agencies, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, or any of the real-life public figures and brands mentioned in this story. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. 05|10|26

'Try me. If you fall in love, I win.' It was supposed to be a one-time sneak-in. A quick visit to a fling that turned into a permanent complication. When Park Jimin catches Cacy Solara in a place she shouldn't be, he doesn't see an intruder. He sees a challenge. He sees a woman who treats his world like a rough draft she's ready to edit. Cacy is everything Jimin isn't used to. She is sharp-tongued, fiercely private, and treats his curated legacy as nothing more than a well-worn trope. Their relationship is a battlefield of bicker and banter, a high-stakes game of who will break first. Every sharp retort is a shield. Every lingering glance is a betrayal of the meticulously edited subtext she's spent years reinforcing. When the challenge becomes a consequence, the game loses its rhythm. A winter goodbye leaves the narrative unfinished. It's an abrupt period at the end of a sentence that was meant to be a comma. But as the years pass and the world changes, the game gets out of hand. Some secrets are meant to be kept, and some goodbyes are meant to be final. One man enlists to protect a truth he can never speak. One woman disappears to hide a heartbeat he'll never hear. Eventually, the prologue catches up to the epilogue. In the heavy, unsaid weight of a reunion years in the making, the distance between the life they left and the truth they found collapses. Jimin realizes that in their game of hearts, the silence was the loudest lie of all- and no one was playing fair. ⏮ ✐ᝰ.ᐟ ⏭ DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS, their associated agencies, CJ ENM, or any of the real-life public figures and brands mentioned in this story. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 05|19|26

Professionalism is a mask. Ambition is the mission. He is the distraction. Ciela Solara knows the numbers, the demographics, and the trends. She reads the pulse of the public with flawless intuition, yet she remains a hidden ghost in the competitive world of Corporate Marketing. But Ciela is playing the long game. She built high walls to protect her focus. Her eyes are locked on a singular goal. She wants to become the youngest Communications Director in the history of Calvin Klein. To her, the position is not just a title. It's the finish line she sacrificed her sleep, her relationships, and her own peace to reach. When she's chosen to orchestrate the biggest global campaign of the year, she accepts without a single hesitation. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. The certainty lasts right up until the confidential pitch deck is opened and the new face of the brand is revealed to be BTS's Jungkook. If she executes the project perfectly, the promotion is hers. If she falters, she loses the career she bled for. To the rest of the world, he is an untouchable global icon. To Ciela, he is the secret inspiration that kept her going when the industry tried to break her. She supported him silently for years. Working in his immediate orbit threatens to unravel every boundary she carefully constructed. As the pressure of the campaign mounts, Ciela finds herself caught. She must choose between the ruthless professional she needs to be, and the vulnerable girl who just wants to drop her armor for the boy who saved her. Can she maintain her flawless facade to secure her hard-earned future? Or will her iron-clad ambition soften under the weight of a love that was never supposed to be real? ・・・・・ DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS, their associated agencies, Calvin Klein, or any of the real-life public figures and brands mentioned in this story. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products 04|17|26