Taehyung was looking that portrait again, like he always did on Sundays... seeing that smile, that sweet face and that loving aura... the portrait is all he sees on his ideal woman. Maybe it's stupid to love a portrait, but it's like he knows that person, that woman on the painting, all his life... a past lover? Maybe, or even better, in another life... she was his, if he was lucky.

He continues seeing the portrait in that museum, relaxing his hands in his pockets, looking at it once again, and turning away when he feels someone else there, someone that maybe he was looking for...

She was there, he knows it, and feels the most intense love he ever felt. It's like seeing the portrait alive... his love, his all.