Nocturne || Taekook
KIM TAEHYUNG
People called him gifted.
As if talent alone could explain the countless sleepless nights, the aching shoulders, the fingertips worn raw against violin strings. As if brilliance simply appeared instead of being carved painstakingly from sacrifice.
Taehyung is the conservatory's golden boy ethereal, elegant, and devastatingly beautiful. The kind of person who turns heads without trying and leaves strangers wondering if they've imagined him. To the world, he is perfection incarnate: a prodigy whose music flows effortlessly from his fingertips.
The truth is far less graceful.
Behind every flawless performance lies years of relentless discipline, exhaustion, and pressure. Music is both his sanctuary and his prison; the one thing that has carried him through life and the very thing that demands everything from him in return. He loathes it on some days, worships it on others, and has long forgotten how to separate himself from it entirely.
Like a flower that continues to bloom despite being stretched toward the sun until its stem begins to crack, Taehyung survives beautifully and silently.
JEON JEONGGUK
The city knows him by reputation.
Arrogant, sharp tongued, and frustratingly difficult to impress, Jeongguk moves through life as though consequences are for other people. Born into wealth and fully aware of the power it grants him, he wears confidence like a second skin and indifference like a tailored suit.
Black ink winds across tattooed skin. Motorcycle engines roar beneath him. Rumors follow him wherever he goes underground fights, reckless nights, and enough scandals to keep the city entertained. He knows exactly what effect he has on people.
The lingering stares.
The stolen glances.
The curiosity.
And if there's one thing Jeongguk enjoys more than attention, it's proving he deserves it. Cold enough to keep people at arm's length and selfish enough not to care, he is the kind of person who leaves an impression long after he's gone.
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