with tired dark eyes solemnly focused on the canvas, stood a nineteen year old boy. his blue hair overlaid his sad onyx eyes like clouds concealing stars in the night skies. he had a straight nose with a mole on the tip and pretty pink chapped lips. he was in his second year of college, majoring in art and his name was kim taehyung. he was a boy with a story worth to be told. or in which jungkook meets an art major student, whose skin mirrored his canvas and bloomed with purples and blues. trigger warning. lowercase intended.All Rights Reserved