Korea’s Pride And Art!

The park at the side of Han River, Seoul, witnessed a rather busy morning on this fine day. It felt like, as if everyone took a day off on the busy Monday, because they all wanted to have a peak of the glowing sun, they all wanted it’s honey like iris to smile upon them all. Instead of feeling irritated from the way the heat prickled their skin, they rather felt contented and chatty, smiles in many shapes and forms eloped their lips and their eyes sparkled with joy.

It was probably because it was the ending days of winter, and the sun who was waiting for its turn to shine, finally decided to peak out of the cloudy mists to wrap them all like marshmallows. And the citizens of Seoul weren’t complaining, they rather felt joyous, letting go of their extra layers of sweaters and coats, and bask in the warm winds in their most cotten and silky attires.

It was a perfect start for the summer which was around the corner, and a perfect end to the winter that had them tattered and teethereed in its frosty-like sensations . But they weren’t complaining for either of the snow or winter, this season was part of nature and nature should be admired with open arms in this modern age of technology and science.

But on this same morning, the citizens that decided to stroll down the park, hadn’t expected the most unexpected. They were shocked and hoodwinked. At one point, they were simply in awe and mushy too.

Because this fine Monday afternoon, they had not expected the pride and art of South Korea to bless them with his presence.

Aged 46, the man was true to the description and an art, a beautiful one that was undefinable, and it was true that he looked nothing like his age. He could easily beat over the handsomeness of many young men, and the beauty of many women around the park.

The passerbies stopped for a moment, every time when they passed by a particular bench that had the perfect view of the distant mountain around the Han river and the glimmer of sun swimming in its crystal clear bluish waterbed.

At first they all held shocked expression, blinking to confirm they weren’t dreaming but instead living a reality, that the graceful man was blessing them with his existence. And once the realisation hit them that it was indeed real, the man was as real as the breath they took, their breaths hitched away in awe and astonishment.

They have heard of him, heard of his talent, heard of his impeccable and undefeating artworks. They have seen his work through social medias, through the prideful voices of anchors of many televisions where everytime they sing song of his achievements and success. You see, this man who looked so normal, wearing a normally loose white shirt with a brown trouser pant, was anything but normal. He is a risen star of South Korea, who grabbed fame both internationally and domestically with his artworks. He is this generation’s biggest artist and there was no match for him.

So forgive these passerbies for being a little giddy at the sight of this great man who was unfazed and paid no attention to his surroundings. His eyes rather stayed firm on the river before him, the landscape of mountain that looked like a shadow that was casted above the river. The man was so engrossed with this hands occupied with painting equipments, his few soft slender fingers were dipped in paints of summer. He was so transfixed on the nature and to capture it on his canvas, that he was detached from the reality, the ruckus and heart arrows his mere existence was doing to these poor souls.

Many eyed him, stayed around him, some pulled out their phones to capture this great moment, maybe to share all over the world that this great man was amidst them like a normal human, but creating yet another masterpiece. The girls gawked and giggled at his manly and yet ethereal beauty, and , the men were embarrassed of their own existence because they were no match to this great man. He was elder to many to them, and yet he looked more younger than them, maybe because he was also a health freak, who liked to keep his body in check.

With a majestic and heavenly beauty, the great man was rather odd with his appearance. Few girls couldn’t look pass from the artistic tattoos that adorned his slender fingers and they all knew there was more to it. They just knew it in their guts, that there were more arts hidden under that white shirt. Meanwhile, the men couldn’t help but feel shy, at the piercings that loosely hung over this great man’s luscious cherry lips, and bushy sharply knitted eyebrows. The women felt dreamy, while the men couldn’t help the feeling of self-conscious. While others were more eager to see what he was creating on that canvas, so some tried to walk behind him, and to say that they were spellbound was an understatement.

It wasn’t exactly like the Han river, but an inspiration that this great man took to create his own unique perspective to the nature. The snowy mountain behind the river which was now engrossed under the glow of sun, spoke of the ending of winter. The wintry mountain that was casted like a bed of melancholy, a lifeless frost that would succumb the poor and vulnerable, was suddenly coated in summer glaze. Like the meaning that after every cold dark night, the sun is always eager to shine. To magnify the masterpiece, the lone tree signified the essence of living, and underneath it, they were spread like shadows of galaxies, uneven, and colourfull, Looks like life is something like that if you want are rooting for the “grass is greener” kind of optimism rather than the “cold is unbearable!”

And still, the great man paid no heed to the commotion around him this fine Monday afternoon. His hazel brown eyes that sparkled in a pair of doe, couldn’t look away from the nature, his fingers played its own music with the paint brushes and colours. He was in his zone, so lost, and no one could disturb his peace. Even the very world before him, if crashed right in the moment, he wouldn’t be unhinged. Because when he finds a muse, he doesn’t glance over them, he rather permanently make a picture of them in his mind. He was that great!

Just as he added the last touch to his masterpiece, it was the buzzing of his phone that irked his ear. He still continued, because he couldn’t stop once he begins with his work which he worshipped more than life itself. So he let the phone ring couple of times, and many passers who wanted to point that out to him, feeling the urgency of the constant ringing from his phone, couldn’t do so. It felt like they will commit a crime if anyone of them disturbed this great man, so they admired him and walked past him, giving him his space and respecting his privacy.

It took another half an hour, and the man was finally done, he looked at his art, and they pooled like the cover page of a movie in his eyes. He was satisfied with his work and one could tell from the way his thin pillowy lips curved into a light smile. It was a smile that wasn’t child like, or simply like the ones which would appear on anything beautiful, positive or good. It was a smile of success, a sense of achievement, but it was him and hence his smile still looked so graceful. People around him who couldn’t look away from him, who were hoodwinked to stay in the proximity of his shadow, clapped their hands, loud and thunderously at just his mere smile.

It was then his eyes tore off from his masterpiece and finally grasped in the reality, the people around him and their heart eyes for him. He was a successful and famous man, he knew how to keep his fans happy. So he smiled at them, and bowed too. They were so lost in his beautiful existence that they completely missed out on how his smile never reached his eyes, how his hazel orbs were rather dull and deserty! He wasn’t sad, his eyes were just like that, while he created the masterpiece of vibrant colours, there were no shine of the beautiful life in his eyes.

Was the great man bored in his life, has he lived this fan moments enough that nothing was new to him anymore? Didn’t he care about the old-school quotes “live your life to the fullest”. But it wasn’t like he was mad or complaining, he was content as long as he had his work, everything to him seemed normal.

The people finally started to scatter away, as the great man decided to pack his stuff. It was just one those out of the blue inspirationtional moment, he was led by the force of beauty that nature held as he was passing by the Han river in his luxurious car. He held many years of experience to never ignore his muse, because every time he was driven by the force of art, he has only blessed the world with a unique and mind-blowing picture perfect moment. So here he was finally doing what he did best, and once satisfied, he felt the day was well spent.

As he shoved his painting content into his work bag, he was careful enough to never dirty it, because he worshiped and held his work dear to his heart. Probably, the only loyalty and commitment he has shown growing up all this while, was to his artwork.

Minding his own business and ignoring the way this warmly wind would caress his hair, making them fall off his milky forehead in a messy art, his attention was once again pushed to his phone which boomed loudly because now he can hear it finally.

The great man, finally swiped his phone to green button and put it against his ear. In a matter of seconds, his ears were blasted with the voice of an angry woman, he knows that voice all too well.

“Where are you?” The woman asked with a pissed tone.

“Why? Am I forgetting something? Were we supposed to meet today?” The great man rather questioned back, as his eyebrows knitted into a frown, trying remember his day’s schedule.

He could hear the woman take a sharp breath before she roared again through the phone. “Forgetting something? Are you kidding me? It’s your son’s 17th birthday, you were supposed to meet us two hours ago at the theme park,” her voice turned tired by the end of her statement.

“Oh” that’s all the man could say, because he once again forgot his own son’s birthday. It was the fourth time, was he the worst father of the year or what!

Her voice snickered but it wasn’t funny. “Yeah, did you perhaps forgot that you have two sons and your elder one has turned 17 today,” she questioned him, trying her best to stay calm but she was failing miserably.

“I lost track of time” the man simply answered because that was the truth.

She almost growled, and it didn’t suit her because the man knew her face was too beautiful to be angry. And yet, he was the reason why she was so angry. He was once again brought to earth, when she spoke, “jungkook, I am tired making excuses on your behalf. Our kids aren’t children anymore, they’re growing up and with your absence all these years in their biggest moments of life, is enough of a proof to them that their father is too busy to care about them.”

“I don’t have enough lies to make up for your ignorance towards them. They deserve better, they aren’t mine alone,” she sounded disappointed, nothing new to the great man, jungkook.

Jeon jungkook, the great man in his late 40s, sighed. He was disappointed in himself too. Everytime he made promises to his own children, he was always failing at keeping them. His eldest son, Jeon Dae-Hoon who has turned 17 today, has already started to express his displease with his absence and lack of attention towards him. He was a sweet boy at an early age, very energetic and bubbly, he would always hold a bright smile every time jungkook visited him to his mom’s, there was no complaints, no disappointments just simple pure joy of a son meeting his father after a long gap. But as they say, the young teen years are filled with hot heads, and Dae-hoon was no exception. The young boy had even made it his mission to be reckless and unapologetic, just to get his father’s attention, but he was sad to face failure at his attempts because his father wasn’t the one to feel emotions of such. Instead jungkook had lashed at him for bullying others, giving his mother an headache and worrying her so much. Jungkook still remembers how scared dae-hoon was of his anger last year when he was caught by the principal for sneaking up booze in the freshers party. Dae-hoon received a warning from jungkook himself, and that was all it took to turn the tide of hot blood inside the young boy, he has behaved decent ever since. but jungkook was faraway from the emotions that his young boy felt, the feeling of not having his father around is always heavy, and jungkook chose to be oblivious.

His second son, who is just 10 years old, is just a sweetheart, but naughty too, just like his age. He never complaints, he barely asks anything from jungkook, never shows tantrums, in fact his second son jeon Korian never had expectations from his own father. Was this even healthy? Jungkook wouldn’t mind it, because he was content with the flow of his life.

Jungkook, the great man, took a moment to reflect on himself. And no matter how hard he tries, the reality was that he failed his elder son today. Gulping down the lump that formed in his throat, jungook spoke again, “I can still come to the park, send me the location. I will be there.” His voice was rather calm, but he heard a scoff from the mother of his children. Jungkook closed his eyes and again opened them, the sun making his hazel brown orbs ignite like a ball of fire under the heated afternoon.

“So hee, give me sometime, I will be there,” jungkook attemped yet again.

The mother of his children responded, “Forget it, Dae doesn’t want to enjoy the park anymore, he wishes to go home.”

“It will take just few minutes,” jungkook retorted but he knew he lost the battle long ago. She once again spoke, “jungkook, the only reason why we decided to go to the theme park is because it was your plan in the first place. You were only free in the afternoon, you have an interview in the evening.”

Jungkook sighed the nth time, and as cruel as it sounds, he remembered his scheduled interview of this Monday evening than his own son’s birthday. “I am sorry, i will make it up to him,” jungkook finally said.

“I find it so hard to believe, he doesn’t want you to make it up to him. he wants you to be present in his life, be beside him as he turns 17, but clearly that isn’t happening. jungkook, have a little mercy on them, on me, I can’t keep making up for your mistakes,” she cut the call right after.

Jungkook had an headache by now. He looked around his surroundings, people still stared at him but he was glad none of them were pestering him or invading his personal space. Taking a hard look of the Han river, jungkook sat on the bench, as he thought above his life, years passed and he still feels empty.

Jeon Jungkook was meant for greatness. His parents knew that when at the age of 5, he won a national award of best painting, after competing against renowned and adult artists. His mother was the most proud because she is an artist herself, she was always nervous that she would not have anyone to pass on her legacy. But was so greatfuk that his son had a similar quality. Jeon Yumi, born from a wealthy family, was never the one to take on her parents. she was unique, and instead of joining her family’s trade business, she rebelled and fought with them to pursue her passion to become an artist. But she learned about life and dreams the hard way, that not everyone was meant for greatness, and she couldn’t touch the tip of success, But nonetheless, she was an artist, and she was a good one, which is why she earned a good fame in South Korea which was enough for her to fulfil and continue on her dreams.

Yumi, who is now in her late 70s, had a similar tale. A young woman with dreams, falling in love with the most basic and normal looking man, her eyes fell upon. But she didn’t just marry anyone, instead she fell in love at the first sight of Jeon Myung-Dae, a civil services employee who had seen his life from only 9-5. He was simple, basic and very realistic, she was dreamy and madly in love with his charisma and the ability to personify even with his basic nature. How did they even meet, two worlds apart, it sounded so unreal. But they met, they definitely did because of destiny. With the title of new artist in town, 26 year old Yumi, met 30 year old myung-dae in a cold night when she was running away from a stranger who simply decided to showcase his undying twisted love for her. she didn’t know the stranger, she was rather stalked by that stranger and she confronted him right outside a supermarket when she found the stranger lurking closely to her. It was her biggest mistake, because in the thick of the night when the sight of humans were minimum, the stranger decided to maker her his, panicked she ran for her life. Not knowing where she ran, she bumped into the hard chest of myung-dae who walked out of a bar, a big tipsy in his steps.

But even with alcohol in his system, myung-Dae fought the stranger, protected the woman and even ensured that she was safe until she reached her home. His simple act of kindness, had Yumi trapped in love. It wasn’t just that, myung-DAE was the most beautiful man she has ever seen in her life. Tables turned, she ensured to make a place for herself in his heart, and myung-dae returned similar feelings. They didn’t date for long, they were too blindly in love and got married in just few months of meeting. Yumi who had dreams of achieving greatness with her talent, had a major shift. All she dreamt and cared about was myung-dae and everything that he desired. Soon after when they welcomed their first and only child, jungkook, the parents were thrilled and on top of the moon.

Growing up as a child, jungkook wasn’t aware of the greatness he was mastering without any efforts. You know some are born great and some achieve greatness, jungkook fell in the first category. He was achieving greatness without any efforts. His artworks were enough to make the world fall head over heels for him. By the age of 10, jungkook was already compared to the big artists in the world, he was called the next big thing of the world of art. He was called the modern age great artists, even when he barely understood the greatness of that title. But as they say, all good things have roadblocks too, but in case of jungkook, when he had to say goodbye to his father who died in an car accident when he was just 10, his life was never the same. Why? Because of his step father. His mother who remarried after 3 years of her first husband’s death because she was a mess and Lee Seong-Min a well-to-do businessman who took a like to her, happens to be just there. They married and a 13 year old jungkook had a new father who was compassionate about art as jungkook, the difference was that his step father wasn’t gifted with the ability to paint. He was a pure businessman and he made it his personal mission to take jungkook’s work internationally.

Achieving success was only matter of time. Jungkook is now the most successful artist both in west, east, south and north world. He isn’t compared with the new competitors, but rather he is acknowledged and celebrated by the world just like the ones who achieved same greatness as him and passed away.

But as he was achieving so much of greatness, one wasn’t aware, jungkook was the epitome of failure when it came to his personal life.

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Han So Hee, a 44 year old beautiful woman, looked at her children with a small smile, she wanted to lighten their mood but she knows it was too late to do that. Her sons have heard her conversation with their father. But she tried again! she can’t see sadness in her sons eyes, their dull and disappointed faces were breaking her heart.

“Dae, baby, appa couldn’t come because he had an important matter to take care at work. He is very upset and he really wanted to be here. He said he is going to free up this weekend just to spend time with you,” she spoke with a faltering smile, but she knew she was lying through her teeth. She also sighed, realising that she will have to ask jungkook to keep his schedule free for Saturday or Sunday to be with their eldest son.

Speaking of the eldest son, Dae who was named after his dad’s biological father, scoffed with an irritated look. It’s the same old story, he was so done with his mother’s attempt to paint a good picture of his father who for sure wouldn’t even appreciate this beautiful mother of his.

“Mom, I have heard enough. Can we just not do this here. I am tired, I want to go home,” he spoke annoyed. Her eyes turned sad. She spoke again, “at least let’s cut the cake, we’re already here, just for few more minutes let’s enjoy some rides and cut your cake, hmm?” Her voice was soothing just so much filled with motherly warmth.

Dae wanted to protest but he couldn’t see sadness in her eyes. He would do anything for his mother, she deserved it.. but for his father, he doesn’t care about him anymore. His father has given him enough of reasons to feel this way.

So, Dae nodded his head, he would do anything for her to smile again and she did smile brightly and booped his nose at the change of his decision. They both heard the 10 year old younger who just finished his ice cream cone.

“So, what reason appa gave this time? Was it an interview, or he is travelling or he just didn’t have time to wish his son?” Korian spoke with a mischievous smile but received a smack from his mother who eyed Dae nervously.

“Ouch, mom, it hurts” Korian complained with a pout but received a glare from his mother. “Because you’re being insensitive now, why would you even say something so stupid,” so hee asked.

“Because that would ruin hyung’s mood, and I will be happy,” Korian chirped with a sweet smile but was about to get a handful from his eomma again so he rushed behind his elder brother,

Dae sighed and held Korian behind him as he faced his mother who was trying to pull his younger brother’s ear and bring him out of his shadows. Now, Dae couldn’t allow that. Irrespective of the age gap between them, they were more friends than brothers.

Dae filed up the empty spaces of being an elder man in korian’s life, more like making up for all the times their father missed on the 10 year old jeon. It wasn’t just all of a sudden that Korian didn’t feel much infatuation for his father, that’s because he had his brother and mother to lighten up his life. That’s all he needed than the presence of his father.

“Mom, it’s okay, I am not irritated. I will do the rides, let’s go.” Dae spoke gently and his mother smiled. “Great” she chirped happily. But soon her smile fell when Dae spoke again.

“But can I go with my friends for dinner tonight. I don’t want to go for the family dinner,” dae spoke calmly and he knew his mother won’t deny it, not when his father missed his birthday.

“But, we have dinner plans with your grandparents,” so-hee spoke. Dae smiled in understanding but soon his smile disappeared from his face as he spoke again, “I am sure, you can make grandpa and grandma understand with your excuses for my desires to spend my birthday night with my friends. Can’t you help your son, just like the way you have been covering our father’s mistakes?” Oh dae was playing with fire now, but he really wanted to stay away from this family dinner because he doesn’t want to face his father at the dinner. His famous dad never missed a dinner when it involved his mother and step father and the elderly couple had decided to throw a birthday bash for their first grandchild, and jungkook was supposed to attend it after his interview.

Dae smiled brightly when his mother nodded. She spoke, “you can just greet your grandparents and leave the party, I can’t stop it from happening because invitations were already sent out. But I will an excuse so don’t worry, you have fun with your friends.”

Dae nodded his head. Soon the family of three, if not included their father, walked up to the rides. So-hee who was near Dae, whispered to his son, “dae, your appa works hard for a good life for tug and your brother. Don’t misunderstand him, he is really a good man.”

She is a good woman. A catch which shouldn’t have been let-go, but sadly, jungkook did let go. They did divorce many years ago, when they both realised there was nothing called marriage between them.

“It’s funny mom, my father works hard for me, and all I want from him, is his time. Is it too harder to get? His time,” Dae asked, and so-hee’s heart broke upon the sad glint in her son’s eyes. She couldn’t speak anything, she had no answers, because she herself couldn’t get the same answer.

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Evening arrived in a rush, and jeon jungkook, the greatest artist of South Korea, stood before a flashing sea of Medias who were all present to capture his mightiness. He smiled at them, it was so forced because of how the flashes almost hurt his eyes.

Jungkook could see his most trusted manager, actioning him to give widen his smile. But jungkook didn’t comply!

..

Right after the hectic interview, jungkook was travelling to his art gallery. He was running late for the dinner party at his parents house for their son, but he had some important files to look into which were safely kept in the office of his Seoul art gallery. He owns many galleries, all displaying his art work and some noteworthy ones from few artists that his company hired along the years.

Just as he reached, the front gate of his art gallery, his car stopped and the drive immediately rushed to open the back passenger seat for him. Jungkook walked out of the car with his manger striding huhrriedly beside him.

“Did you confirm the exhibition dates?” Jungkook asked his manger of an upcoming exhibition in Seoul which was the reason why he was here to go through some important documents for the event which couldn’t be delayed.

“Yes, I have confirmed it. Just the way you wanted and when,” the manager replied softly. He was also admiral of this great man, who wouldn’t be?.

Jungkook smiled as he questioned his manager. “How did the interview go, was a presentable enough?” He asked his manager who suddenly only felt a little hesitant. Jungkook knows why, it’s the same old reason.

“You were absolutely stunning sir, it’s just, maybe, a little more smile, a genuine one would be the icing on the cake” the manager carefully spoke. It wasn’t his first time, he has been advising jungkook on his appearance which looked rather robotic on many occasions. His smile was always a give away, revealing the truth that jungkook could care less of the media and the cameras, he didn’t care any one of them. His greatness was such that the industry desired him the most, it wasn’t the other way round. Jungkook only desired and loved one thing, to never loose the magic of his hands, that have created the world’s one of the best paintings.

Nonetheless, jungkook smiled in understanding, which they both knew would never find a resolution, at least not anytime soon. Poor manager, gives his advise with zeal and sincerity, unaware of the fact, that the great jeon jungkook doesn’t know what a genuine smile looks like. Then again, what was genuine happiness for jeon jungkook? how about asking that question first!

Just as they neared the doorsteps of the gallery, suddenly there was a blackout from the inside, and sounds of thrashing, breaking and glasses being crushed, filled their ears. Jungkook looked around, the guards and everyone were as shocked as him.

“What the hell?” Jungkook asked in alertness to no one in particular. He heard his manager speak in rushed and worried voice, “jungkook, let’s take you back to the car, driver will take you home. We don’t know what’s happening inside and it can be dangerous, you’re our first priority.”

He was about to hold jungkook’s hand and guide him back to the car, but his hand was yanked away from the great man himself., jungkook’s nose flared and eyes wide saucer-like mad.

Jungkook hissed at his manager, and said, “my paintings are inside, I would die before letting anyone destroy it or worse rob them and sell it in black market.”

That was the last jungkook spoke before running inside the gallery, unaware that after this moment, his life will never be the same once again! His mangers and guards followed him, someone had already called the Seoul police who rushed in bulk of cars to the gallery after all it was related to jeon jungkook, the pride and epitome of art of South Korea.

Sirens were bursted like mayhem on the street of Seoul, as police rushed to jungkook’s gallery. In the meantime, jungkook was already ahead of everyone and in search of the intruder or intruders. He could hear his manger’s voice, calling out for him constantlyy, but he was too lost to even listen to anyone. His heart ached every time he walked across the many rooms of the gallery and found one of his heart destroyed. The intruder was so cruel that he didn’t even for once took a moment to think about all the hardworks jungkook poured into these artworks, instead the intruder had knived his many paintings, sprayed paints on them and even broke glasses of some.

Jungkook was loosing his mind, it felt like someone was hurting him instead. He sacrificed and gave up a lot of himself, a lot of his family, a lot of his everything to paint them, to pay attention and to nurture these paintings as if they were his own children. He was extremely disturbed by the hatred that was expressed by the intruder on his paintings. His eyes moistened and threatened to be filled with bundle of tears.

just as jungkook was about to collapse from the pain of seeing his beloved paintings in such tortuous manner, he heard footsteps in another room of this gallery, which was further deeper in the place. It couldn’t be his guards or manager or the police, because jungkook was ahead of them all. It only meant, the intruder was ruining yet another hard work of his, so jungkook rushed to the room, paying attention to the sound of heavy boots clashing against the marble floor. Jungkook was in an adrenaline rush, as if his life depended on it.

He walked pass a door which was already flung few seconds ago. Upon entering the room, jungkook was met with darkness. His wide doe eyes, wavered with a lot of emotions as he slowly stepped deeper in the room, trying to confront his intruder. Jungkook’s breath hitched when he found few writings on one of his painting!

“You’re pathetic, you deserve to suffer”

Jungkook closed his eyes as the words sink into his heart. Was it the truth? Deep down, jungkook believed he was pathetic and deserved suffering, look at his family they were disappointed because of him. He walked slowly as he met another painting with new writings.

“I will always hate you. I will never stop until you get what you deserve. I willll ensure that you deserve the worstest.”

By now jungkook’s whole body was numb. He didn’t know what to feel or how to respond, the stinging feeling of pain in his heart rather than breaking him apart, gave him an inspiration to paint his pain, create yet another masterpiece.

Jungkook halted at one particular painting, it was about a man on the moon. The man who looked at the flawed moon as a new world, that had enveloped living creatures inside his bubble. so the man travelled all the way to be in the same bubble. The journey was of great hardship, the struggle to reach at the tip of the moon wasn’t easy but filled with dispair and miseries. Just as the moon welcomed the man to enter its belly and join the many others like him, the man decided to take one last look of what he was leaving behind to join the creatures like him, he believed it, the creatures in the moon were just like him, a misfit of mankind. But as the man looked under his feet, he felt utterly disgusted because he in his zeal to chase his dream, he left destroyed it all. Was this painting giving a glimpse of jungkook’s life? Who knew the truth!

Everthung and nothing, is Jeon Jungkook!

Jungkook’s breathing turned harsher and difficult as he read on his best seller painting, the most cruel words he has ever heard!

“You deserve to die, Jeon Jungkook”

Blinking rapidly and feeling his heartbeat thumping loudly and blaring his ears, jungkook took backward steps and he decided to run away. He stumbled and he choked, and just as he turned into the corner he saw the silhouette of the intruder. Feeling a wave of emotions rush through his veins, jungook ran to the intruder, his fingers getting hold of any clothing piece of the intruder. It looked like, the intruder had stumbled on his feet, giving an opportunity for jungkook to get a hold on him.

Jungkook forced the intruder to look at him, and that’s when he heard it this time!

“You deserve to die, jeon jungkook!”

(Chapter-1 ends!)

(I am making a new attempt. Hopefully you guys will like it and give the same love as my other novels. This will be a slow update, as you guys know I am working on other books as well. But I couldn’t stop my muse, so here you go.!

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