The Muse Behind the Glass
First encounter
Kim Taehyung was a name that needed no introduction.
You didn’t need to know fashion to know his face.
It was everywhere — on billboards, in magazines, between blinking ad panels in subway stations. He wasn’t just a model. He was the model. Ethereal bone structure, eyes that held mystery, lips that bordered on cruel or kind depending on the light. Fashion houses called him divine. Photographers called him effortless. The world called him perfect.
Jungkook didn’t think much of Kim Taehyung.
Handsome? Sure. Striking even. But in Jungkook’s world, beauty was common — easy to find, easy to forget. And Taehyung, a top model loved by everyone, seemed like the kind of person who relied on looks alone.
Jungkook wasn’t impressed.
It was a quiet bar — the kind you only find when you’re not looking. Jungkook had wandered in to clear his head, exhausted from editing, thinking, overthinking. He needed something.
Perhaps a chance to finally breathe.
A violin. Soft. Haunting. Full of something he couldn’t name.
He looked up — and there he was.
Taehyung, under a single warm light, eyes closed, bow moving with raw, graceful emotion. No cameras. No audience. Just music.
And for the first time in weeks or even months, Jungkook breathed.
The noise in his head went still. His thoughts melted. He didn’t think about angles, lighting, perfection — just that sound. Just that feeling.
but also it was as if, perfection was right in front of him.
The way his moved his hands, compassionate and most importantly. Full of life.
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