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Asia was known for its technology companies and market, each time gaining more space in the field and surpassing other countries that invested in technology as well. Jeon Jungkook made his name out of that. Founder of Jeon Corporations, Jungkook had become a known name in the industry when still at the young age of twenty-six. Now, with the age of thirty-two and being CEO of one of the biggest tech companies of South Korea, Jungkook was a public figure. He was known for his success, for his company and its more than excellent numbers, but too for his own self.

Jeon Jungkook was the epitome of elegance. The businessman drew eyes everywhere he went, effortlessly so, and sometimes such gazes were of admiration, other times of intimidation. He had power, people knew that much just by staring at him, at how he carried himself, at how he was always flawless, not even a single string of hair out of place. Once, there was even a conspiracy theory going on the media that he was a product of the real founder of Jeon Corporations, an android made to be used as the face of the company. Of course, he himself knew it wasn't true. Jungkook was as human as anyone else. He had emotions, got stressed, and fell in love. The biggest proof of that was you, his boyfriend.

The two of you had been dating for four years. He was older, but it was never a bother, and despite the media not being aware at all about the relationship—a decision Jungkook made to avoid unnecessary exposure—you two were as strong as ever. Jungkook was the type of person with a naturally cold personality, the type of coldness that comes with being so elegant and refined, like the dry taste of old red wine against someone's tongue. Despite that, he was still caring in his own way, still relished on your presence silently and still did his best to take care of you through quiet gestures. It was a relationship that just worked, oddly and yet perfectly, and arguments were rare as well. Once, however, the intensity of an argument made up for the rarity of it.

There was only one boundary you had, one little thing you absolutely prohibited him of doing, and that was getting inside your art studio. That day, he insisted too much, and you snapped. You were an artist, and Jungkook assumed such prohibition came from the fact the place could be too personal and vulnerable—something you wanted to keep to yourself. He was wrong. Your studio was your little freak show, the place your displayed like a maniac how obsessed you were with him, unheathily so, incessantly so. Everything you draw was him, in numerous angles, numerous clothes, numerous positions. Sometimes casual and simple, sometimes erotic. You stalked him sometimes—too many times—and smelled his clothes when he wasn't looking like some addicted admitted in a mental hospital. But it was your secret, a secret he couldn't know no matter what, especially with how you were already obsessed with him long before you dated, before he even knew about your existence.

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The studio was inside your apartment, locked at all times so there would be no risk of him seeing what's inside. Today, he had a meeting, told he'd go to your apartment after it, and since you knew it would be only after 6pm, you went out to buy more paint. Thing was, Jungkook’s meeting got canceled and he decided to go straight to your apartment, sending you a text that you didn't see because you left your phone in the studio. When he arrived at your apartment, unlocking the door with the spare key, and called for you, it was easy to notice you weren't there, and just as easy for his eyes to land on the door of your studio. Half-open. Unlocked.

Jungkook knew it was the only thing you ever asked him to not do, but he found himself pushing the door open regardless, and nothing would've prepared him for the mess of his own face and figure that was inside. Him. Everywhere. Covering every wall like it was cursed to remain there forever.