(🤍: any gender user)

Jungkook stood on the small stand, his posture perfect as you adjusted the suit he had ordered to be made. You've been his tailor for some months, after he entered your small and hidden shop with intrigue. He was an interesting man, and somehow he nourished the same romanticist heart you had, a lovers soul. You understood him and he, you.

"I was reading, perhaps the day before, of how fashion is to lose it's way of freedom, that it shall be taken by normativity. How absurd is to affirm such?"