But later he told her the truth in pieces.
"I see pain in people. I trap it. It keeps me from becoming... like them."
"Becoming what?"
"Gone."
She should have run. Despite the fear, Yuju couldn't bring herself to leave.
Not because he wouldn't let her. But because something inside her didn't want to.
Jungkook was darkness- but in that darkness she felt seen. Understood. The pain she carried, the guilt, the secrets- he didn't ask her, but he knew. She felt whole.
They were both broken.
Twisted in their own ways
And in the end, they loved each other not in spite of the darkness, but because of it.
They made love that night in the studio.
And in the morning the painting was completed.
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Crimson Strings
Mystery / ThrillerA prestigious art academy in the heart of Seoul, where shadows linger behind every masterpiece.
