He was always meant to be my muse. I just never thought he'd become my everything.
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Lee Kihoon never forgot the dancing boy from art school, the one who moved so delicately and smiled so bright he lit up his entire world. Years later, when a creative drought leads him to a BTS pop-up store, Park Jimin's face reignites a fire Kihoon thought had died with distance and time. One painting. One viral moment. One dinner invitation that changes everything for him.
On the other hand, Jimin is drowning under the weight of the expectations of his fans and the people around him making him unable to write the songs his solo album desperately needs. Then he meets Kihoon, the artist who sees him not as an idol but as a person worth knowing. Their connection is immediate, terrifying, and inevitable.
What begins as artistic collaboration becomes something neither can name, and it doesn't need to be.
Kihoon loves quietly, deeply, without demanding anything Jimin can't give. Jimin learns what it means to be seen, to be wanted and to be free. For the first time in years, they both remember what it feels like to create art, not for the world, but for themselves.
But love doesn't exist in a vacuum, and secrets don't stay hidden forever. When their relationship is exposed, Jimin faces an impossible choice that will either shatter them both or make them stronger.
After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire.
Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever?
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He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done.
"Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me...
I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed.
He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly.
I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in.
He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."