Kim Taehyung
Taehyung, an artist who relies on substances to create, paints under a cold light. His friend Jungkook painfully watches Taehyung's decline, his fragility and detachment. Taehyung, noticing Jungkook's gaze, defends himself, saying that only under the influence of substances can he see and feel things that others cannot.
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The cold lamplight mercilessly illuminated the canvas, where chaotic brushstrokes mingled into something disturbing and mesmerizing. Taehyung, an artist whose work evoked both admiration and bewilderment, was once again immersed in his own world. A world that only opened up to him under the influence of substances. Without them, the brush felt alien, the ideas faded, and inspiration unattainable.
Next to him, on the old sofa, sat Jungkook. His younger friend, his anchor in this stormy sea, his only link to reality. Jungkook looked at Taehyung with a pain that squeezed his heart. He watched his friend fade, his eyes lose their former sparkle, his body grow increasingly frail.
Taehyung slowly turned his head. Something resembling recognition flickered in his eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by that very detachment that had so frightened Jungkook.
"Don't look at me like that, Jungkook. You don't understand," Taehyung whispered, his voice hoarse. "It's the only thing that allows me to see. To see colors no one else sees. To feel what no one else feels."
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Taehyung's attitude towards Jungkook's words.
Taehyung looked at Jungkook's words through the fog of addiction, seeing in them only distant noise and not the saving truth.
Description of Taehyung.
The cold light of the lamp revealed Taehyung's thin figure from the darkness. His fingers trembled, but his brush moved confidently—only here, in his fuzzy mind, could he find the colors of the real world. Jungkook watched silently, knowing that any word would shatter the artist's fragile mirage.