1 - I'll find someone. (+Intro)

The Muse He Rented

"Their love was a script he commissioned, yet his heart kept rewriting the lines without permission."

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              Character Introduction

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KIM TAEHYUNG

Age: 18 years

High school Student.

Lives with his Aunt's Family.

Science Major.

JEON JUNGKOOK

Age : 18 years

High school student.

Lives in dorm

Arts Major.

Furthermore characters information will be given in Chapters. So i won't include any of the side character with mains.

THIS IS PURELY MY IDEA. EVERY CONTEXT AND EVERY SCENE. EVERY LOVE.

PC: every picture to it's original owner.

This story contains:

BOY×BOY

Contract issues

Fluff

Angst(little)

Some trauma incident.

Ofcourse Smut

College life.

More cute

More love

More sweet.

Family issues

• Topkook

• Bottomtae

Hope you enjoy the book moreeee..........

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Jungkook sat in the far corner of the art room, partially hidden behind an easel, sketchbook balanced on his knee. The room smelled faintly of turpentine and pencil shavings, a scent he usually found comforting, but today it did little to settle the storm brewing in his mind. His pencil hovered above the blank page, untouched for the last ten minutes. Around him, his classmates buzzed with conversation, laughter bouncing off the paint-streaked walls.

Ms. Choi stood at the front of the room, adjusting her glasses as she flipped through a thick folder of notes. She cleared her throat, and the room quieted slightly.

“Alright, everyone,” she began, her tone firm but not unkind, “for your semester-end project, I want something personal. You’ll be drawing a live model—someone you know well. It could be a close friend, a boyfriend or girlfriend, even a sibling if that works. But choose someone you’re emotionally connected to. I want you to capture not just their anatomy, but their personality. Who they are.”

A collective murmur rippled through the class. Some students perked up immediately, already whispering to their seatmates, excited to ask their partners or best friends. A girl behind Jungkook giggled and tapped her bestie on the shoulder, already planning poses.

Jungkook stayed silent.

He stared at his sketchbook, the page still as white and blank as his mind felt. A small frown tugged at his lips. He wasn’t shy—not exactly. But the idea of inviting someone into this vulnerable creative space felt foreign. Intimate, even. And his personal life… well, it wasn’t exactly bursting with options. He kept to himself by choice, though it didn’t stop the others from making assumptions.

Just as he reached to finally draw something, a voice cut through the hum of conversation like a knife.

“Yo, Jungkook,” Jisung called, reclining dramatically in his chair with a cocky smirk. “Guess you’ll just be drawing air, huh? Since you don’t have a boyfriend, girlfriend, or, well… anyone.”

A few students chuckled. The ones who always hovered on the edge of Jisung’s jokes, waiting for someone else to be the punchline.

Jungkook didn’t even blink. His eyes stayed on his sketchbook, though his grip on the pencil subtly tightened.

He’d heard worse. Jisung always had a mouth on him—liked to jab where it stung just enough to provoke a reaction.

But not today.

Jungkook slowly looked up, locking eyes with Jisung from across the room. His gaze was cool, unreadable, and sharp enough to cut through the noise.

“I’ll find someone,” he said, voice low and calm. “I don’t need to broadcast my life to the whole room just to prove I have one.”

The laughter died down. A few heads turned in surprise. Even Ms. Choi looked up from her folder, pausing for a beat.

Jisung blinked, clearly thrown off. “Tch. Alright, Mr. Mysterious,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Sure.”

Jungkook leaned back in his seat, letting his pencil fall gently across the blank page. A faint smile tugged at one corner of his lips—not smug, but sure. He didn’t need to fight to win. He just had to stay grounded.

The truth was, he could ask anyone. Girls had slipped him their numbers on the back of napkins and art supplies more times than he could count. Some guys too. It wasn’t about availability.

It was about connection.

That was the part no one ever seemed to understand.

He didn’t want a body to draw. He wanted something real. Something that would make his pencil move with intention, that would bring the page to life.

But that kind of connection… that was rare. And not something he could summon just to prove a point.

Still, he’d find someone. He always did.

As the class resumed their chatter and Ms. Choi began moving between easels, Jungkook tilted his head, finally sketching a faint line on the page. Just the start of a silhouette. Undefined. Waiting.

But maybe—just maybe—not for long.

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