Chapter 1: The Man I Never Meant To Draw

Jungkook liked the quiet.

His small apartment, tucked above a convenience store, wasn’t much—but it was his. A place where the world stayed outside and his thoughts stayed manageable. Tonight, the only light came from his tablet as he sat cross-legged on the floor, stylus moving steadily across the screen.

Just one more sketch, he thought.

Drawing had always been his escape. Between college classes, part-time work, and a life built entirely on his own, art was the one thing that never failed him. One day, he wanted to publish his own comics—stories where worlds made sense.

The lines on the screen began to form almost on their own.

Broad shoulders.

Sharp jaw.

Dark eyes that felt… too real.

Jungkook frowned. “Huh…?”

He didn’t remember deciding on the details, yet the character felt right. Familiar. Like someone he’d known without ever meeting. Exhaustion crept in before he could question it further.

The stylus slipped from his fingers.

When Jungkook woke up, the apartment felt wrong.

Too quiet.

Too full.

He pushed himself up—and froze.

A man stood a few steps away.

Tall. Dark-haired. Real.

Jungkook’s breath caught. “…What the hell—?”

The man looked just as startled, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. “…Where am I?” he asked, voice low and confused.

Jungkook’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew that face. Every sharp line. Every detail.

“…You’re not real,” Jungkook whispered.

The man frowned. “I feel real.”

“That’s impossible,” Jungkook muttered, staring at his trembling hands.

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

“…Did you make me?” the man asked quietly.

Jungkook’s gaze dropped to the tablet still glowing on the floor. The unfinished sketch stared back at him.

“…I drew you,” he admitted.

The man studied him before a faint, unreadable smile curved his lips. “…Then I suppose I belong here now.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened for reasons he couldn’t explain.

“No,” he said softly. “…You belong nowhere.”

The man tilted his head, eyes darkening slightly. “…We’ll see.”

Jungkook didn’t know it yet, but in that moment—between fear and disbelief—his quiet life had already ended.

(A/N:This is my first short story, a short one only, and it's my own work, I didn't copy it from others, I just let chatgpt correct some of my grammatical errors. It's already edited, I have thought about publishing from a long time, but I always forgot about it😅. It has been in my drafts from a long time, my best friend also help me make this story. It's quite angst story, but not much, since I also don't like angst that much. And also again, I didn't copy this from others, it's really my own imaginations, I've been wanting to create this story from my mind from a long time, since I got busy in school I forgot to upload it here. So I hope you'll like this story😊)

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