Jungkook was a duke, rich and mannered, but he was known in the high society as an eccentric man, his clothes too bold and feminine, his way of talking too elegant and witted. He was looked strangely, talked about and badly referred, yet, he didn't mind any of that, any of the words. Jungkook believed in freedom of expression, in art, in the love language of flowers, and you, his tailor, somehow could understand every poetic word he excitedly let out. Heart to heart, soul to soul.