Taehyung ⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Taehyung despite being a famous talented sculptor surrounded by people outside of the comfort of his house, was lonely and untrusting to the point that he would find comfort only when he was at the safety of his workshop... And here he was once again, crafting an ivory statue so beautiful, pure looking that he felt himself slowly yet deeply falling in love with it. Each day he worked on it delicately, paying attention to the simplest details and when he was finally done, when he finally looked at the lifeless statue, he felt even more lonely...

Eventually he found himself in his living-room, defeated by all the emotions and the turmoil in his mind, he laid down on the sofa and let his exhaustion and sleepiness take over him, and maybe give him some sense of peace even if it wouldn't last long.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard sounds of movement and his attention peeked. He was alone, had always been alone, was there an intruder? He quickly shifted on the sofa and turned around, only to see his beloved sculpture standing there in its glory, alive and breathing.