Rêves Peints de Sarang

Jungkook, an art graduate, arrives in Paris with nothing but a sketchbook full of dreams and a heart full of determination. He envisions himself becoming an iconic artist like those he admired growing up, believing Paris will be his golden canvas. But the reality of a foreign city isn't as romantic-loneliness, financial strain, and fierce competition threaten to dull his colors.

Enter Kim Taehyung, a suave yet struggling gallerist with a love for bold brushwork and fine wine. Taehyung is charming, a little cocky, and undeniably magnetic but beneath the confident exterior lies a man quietly battling the challenges of keeping his fledgling gallery alive.

Their worlds collide when Jungkook stumbles into Taehyung's gallery during a rainy afternoon seeking shelter, but finds a door to something much greater. From feisty arguments to unexpected moments of intimacy, their relationship grows like a painting that begins in chaos but gradually reveals something breathtaking. They push, pull, inspire, and challenge one another. And amidst late-night art critiques, clashing visions, and accidental flirtations, the two men discover that love like art is often born from imperfection.

"I thought I was ready for this, but why is nothing working for me" Jungkook said.

"Maybe you lack something called experience, Mon chéri," Taehyung spoke in a luscious French accent.

"Dégage (f*ck off)" Jungkook screamed.
Taehyung shrugged off and was about to walk off.
Someone pulled his sleeve cuffs, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"May I know what this means, holding on to me?" Taehyung spoke with an amusing smile.

"Just because I need help doesn't mean I like your help okay" Jungkook grumbled. Embarrassed to look at those teased but sharp eyes.

"Then welcome to Paris, Mon chéri," Taehyung said with a wide rectangle smile dramatically.