I found him in a sketchbook I didn't draw. In a dusty thrift shop on a rainy evening, I stumble across an old leather sketchbook-blank pages, fading edges... and a single unfinished portrait that looks exactly like Jeon Jungkook. The weird part? I didn't draw it. The stranger part? Every time I add to the sketch, he feels more real. Now, strange things are happening-dreams that blur into daylight, drawings that change when I'm not looking, and a boy who shouldn't exist but somehow does. He says I brought him to life. But the more I draw, the less I recognize myself in the mirror. And I can't shake the feeling that once I finish the final page, I'll lose him forever... or lose myself.
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