There was a man. A man with honey smiles and hands that could paint the heavens. A man who loved tea and sweet conversation under golden sunsets. His name was Taehyung. But when the moon bled scarlet, the man changed. The smile stayed, but the hands craved something darker - a canvas made of flesh and fear. His name was V. Jungkook came searching for a story, chasing whispers of a killer lost in the beauty of his own art. Instead, he found himself inside the painting. Love twisted into obsession. Pain became the brushstroke. And desire - desire was a knife-edge dance between heaven and hell. In the end, every masterpiece needs a muse... And every muse must bleed.
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