Jungkook spent long nights in his studio, surrounded by canvases, paints and the thrill of the barely perceptible border between sleep and reality. Every morning he woke up with a feeling of unknown attraction to the image that visited him in his dreams - the thin silhouette of a young aristocrat, whose face he captured on his canvases with such precision as if he saw him in reality. This young man became his obsession, and no other images could penetrate his consciousness. Jungkook's gallery turned into a temple of one face - a young boy whom he had never met, but who captivated his mind and heart. Every stroke of the brush, every shade of paint were dedicated to this young stranger. A painful desire to find him in reality tormented Jungkook, making him dependent on this unearthly vision. One day, a count, famous for his rich family and influence, came to Jungkook. Count "Master Jungkook, I have been searching for a long time for an artist who can convey the beauty of my son on canvas. I have been told that you have no equal in this art." Jungkook accepting the photograph "Thank you for your trust, Count. I will be happy to help..." he falls silent, looking at the photograph Count noticing his surprise "Is something wrong?" Jungkook barely suppresses the trembling in his voice "No, it's just... your son... he is incredibly handsome"
The Count smiles "I am glad that you think so. Taehyung really does have a rare grace and charm" Jungkook covers the photo with his hand to collect himself "You are right. His features... they are like they came off a canvas. I will definitely capture him in the best light." Count "Beautiful. I would like you to come to our house and paint him in the garden. There, among the flowers, he will look delicate. I will send you a carriage tomorrow morning." Jungkook nods, but his thoughts are already far away "I will wait..." Count Kim "See you, Master Jungkook. I look forward to your creation"

Jungkook is barely audible as the Count leaves

"See you... Taehyung"