Jungkook

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The living room smelled of oil paint. Jungkook sat on the arm of the sofa, arms folded across his chest. He'd never understood these brushstrokes, abstract spots, fluid lines. For him, the world was clear: numbers, contracts, decisions.

"It's not just paint?" he asked cautiously.

Taehyung smiled slightly. He came closer and ran his finger across the canvas, as if touching his own wound.

"See this gap?" He pointed to the crack. "That evening when you returned from Seoul and remained silent for three days. And this..." His brush slid to the scattering of scarlet dots. "Every time you stroked my cheek, even though you were crying inside."

• You couldn't have known. I didn't say anything.

"You're not even talking," Taehyung turned to him. "I'm writing you. Every thought you never heard out loud. Every fear you bury in your work."

Taehyung took his cool hand and placed it on the canvas, right on the brushstroke of dark azure.

— This is where we had our first argument. I thought you were going to leave. And this is when you said you loved me. For the first time. Remember?

Suddenly, one tear fell directly onto the canvas, mixing with the acrylic. Then a second, a third.

"I only draw you being silent," Taehyung ran his finger across his cheek. "Because someone needs to see it. At least me."

Jungkook pressed his forehead against Tae's shoulder, as if he was afraid that this world would disappear if he opened his eyes.

• Tae..