The world is beyond our imagination, sometimes it seems so humongous and sometimes it collapses into something very tiny. Sometimes you feel apart from someone but closer with hearts or sometimes you are just a step away but the distance feels like miles. Life is complicated and there's no proper description or definition to define in terms of one perspective.

To this artist, life is nothing but unwanted numbers of breaths to take everytime, days full of suffering that he has to spend in loneliness, dying each and every single day where he is supposed to live. But what brought him here in this situation? Why is the world famous artist now trapped between four walls and keeping all of his art to himself instead of showing who he is, what he used to be and what potential he has to do further?He has limited himself all the way around. He hates new involvements and encounters, he hates his art, he hates colours, he hates himself… he just hates everything that he once used to love. But this wasn't always this way.

Not when once upon a day his eyes fell on a certain someone unexpectedly, someone beholding beauty within his heart and soul just like his features and figure. The artist could feel the unspoken feelings homing in his heart, head full of a haze of thoughts, the foreign emotions sprinting through his veins and all of his senses paralysing when this certain someone would smile. He was in love. Head over heels for a cute guy who was sculpted by God that there was no room for errors. He was one of his own, no art or gem could compare his beauty and shine. He was Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook's young love, with whom he grew a bud of romance that bloomed into a very beautiful flower, the flower that now is dead, had shedded all of his petals and lost all of its colours.

Jeon Jungkook still remembers his first encounter with Kim Taehyung, unexpected and unplanned, a tragic wonder that happened to him on a fine day in Georgia Art Academy of Seoul, South Korea in early 2010s when life was a bit easier and more lively to live. Oh how much he wonders he could always live that day all over again, experience a whole new different feeling, catching his breaths and making his heart sing a different melody.

That day of spring time was bright and like every bud being ready in preparation of blooming into a flower or a fruit, the seed of their love was about to be sown. 

The artist was in his art school, early in the morning as always, teaching his young students what he had learnt throughout his life. He started working in an art school as a teacher for children at the age of twenty one after graduating from a bachelor's degree with Art & Crafting. Jeon Jungkook was the all time favourite teacher of this well known art school and amongst children he was a bit more popular due to his genuine and kind behaviour and mostly because of his sweet smile that held the power to lessen problems. 

When this took place, the artist was in his phase of blooming youth. As a twenty three year old, he was way too mature for his age and highly responsible and passionate towards his talent and children.

Even in a room full of paintings, his youthful appearance, the dashing face, the amazing personality and the well built body wouldn't go unnoticed. His long hair was cut in a wolf cut mullet, grown a bit longer but never let the artist lose his charm when he would open them and set them free. He is exaggeratedly attractive as an owner of a striking figure, standing at six feet tall, exuding both physical and artistic prowess. His features are handsomely sculpted, complemented by an air of confidence. Proficient in the art of painting, he employs enormous talent to articulate his creative vision, bringing beauty to life on canvas with each stroke. How would someone like him not be likeable?

The very handsome artist used to only teach kids how to paint but he was still popular amongst the adults of the art school, more like an academy started to train artists that might not be given in named big universities as their focus would always be academics. Though his interaction was always less with elders but his talent was so loud that it just couldn't go unnoticed by everyone in his academy.

He was responsible for decorating the galleries of the school like a museum, adorning them with his endless creations and leaving people dumbstruck in wonder of how much calibre he had. He was an enchanting person, an ideal artist and a hopeless romantic who asked for nothing much but for someone to appreciate his art but least to his knowledge that someone will become his art one day.

He still remembers how he was ready to start his day, a sober basket of fruits already set on the table for children to copy and depict in their canvases. The male was wearing a plaid shirt rolled up on his sleeves to reveal those veins never shying when popping up, the ripped jeans under it and timberland boots. He had his long raven hair, tied in a bun, a sigh of him being ready to lose himself in the art. He was comfortably settled on his stool in a huge extravagant classroom hall filled with children. He started to trace basic lines of graphite on his large canvas, easy for children to copy his style.

"My little bunnies, this is easy to do once you focus on the example you need to trace down. Be easy with your hand and let go with the flow." The teacher explained to his students, the young souls whom he used to call his bunnies because he was famous amongst children for his resemblance to that of a bunny for owning a subtle pair of front teeth resembling the endearing animal. It always gets him how they saw a part of him that no one else saw before. Jungkook never noticed it himself but he was so enlightened with this endearing fact that he accepted it wholeheartedly and appreciated this keen observation of his lovely students who began to call him bunny master. All the kids then became his little bunnies, the squad ran by a handsome, tall, muscular and hot bunny himself.

The artist Jeon Jungkook was so immersed in talking to the children and laughing from time to time due to their endless demands, like every other usual day of school. They all wanted compliments from their senior bunny about their arts and this was the best part of Jungkook's day, appreciating his little buds. His name was echoing in the hall that he had to leave the stool, finding himself between the children later on but soon something in him told him to turn around and look back at the door as he felt someone's presence.

As if the air around him shifted, the time was paused because that was when the artist noticed someone at the door.

The artist then noticed an individual standing there at the door whose slender yet petite hands were holding a bag against his abdomen with the strap against his shoulder. The classic vintage styling of the individual’s clothes could tell that he was highly artistic or moreover like into arts a lot. Cream shaded round collared shirt perfectly pairing with the brown pants and the classic Gucci shoes beneath. The best part of it all was the hair, brownish caramel shaded, perfectly permed and long enough to fall on his beautiful face in the form of bangs. The face like no one has ever seen, the hazel round eyes, the heart shaped lips, the perfectly sculpted beautiful sharp features and the cheeks like that of freshly baked bun. There was something different with his aura as he stood silently, mesmerised by the arts and the artist himself.

Jungkook's eyes were fixed on him, noticing the new arrival against the door and wondering why he was there but he didn't complain, he was just slightly caught off guard to see him. The artist could see the male on the door who then averted his gaze away, plum bottom lip slightly being bitten by himself on his own after being caught. And to say Jeon Jungkook was surprised would be an understatement, he was caught off guard by this person. He turned himself in the direction of this visitor, body fully facing him and his eyes witnessing this perfect encounter. He had questions about this young boy's arrival but he didn't want to ask, he was just enjoying the fact of witnessing someone so captivating like him. 

That someone was no one else but Kim Taehyung, an 18-year-old with luscious brown hair framing a face adorned with hazel eyes that captivated anyone who met his gaze. His physique is not only youthful but also attractive, blending harmoniously with his well-defined features, creating an overall magnetic presence that captivated the artist and eventually became the love of his life.

Oh how Jungkook wished he could keep staring at him when he first met him. The other male was giving him constant inspirations to instantly grab brushes, dip them low in different colours, mix them and start depicting this beauty on the canvas with every gentle stroke but the male standing there turned himself around, almost about to leave. It was as if Jungkook's heart clenched under his chest, he couldn't bear this loss so he had to speak up.

"E-excuse me?" Jungkook called out, a needy hand extended in the air, attempting to stop him and luckily the person stopped in his tracks, turning around again to face him. The new visitor’s eyes were almost round like a doe. A slight change of expressions to an amazed one after hearing the artist enhanced the adorableness on his face and intensified the charm of his youthfulness even more. Jungkook was struck by lightning when those hazel eyes fell into his charcoal ones. The mere distance of metres became so terribly irritating, he wondered how beautiful he would look from the near.

The artist could only widen his eyes, grasping as much as he could because it's not usual for him to find someone as alluring and inspiring as this new visitor. It was as if the artist’s coloured hands were itching, instantly wanting to picture down this person’s beauty and capture it in his canvas. Just like any other artist, Jungkook too traced his eyes on every detail of the other, wanting to learn the depth of each curve of his features, every angle and different shades of him. The world is different from an artist’s eyes and that very beauty in front of him was beyond description.

"I… I think I am lost…" And soon the cute young guy, named Kim Taehyung, finally spoke up, almost shaking Jungkook's whole existence with the voice he owned. It was so unique, so crispy, so beautiful and soft at the same time with slight depth to it, a wonder itself.

Was he sure he was lost? Because to everyone in the room other than the artist could say that the artist was the one who actually seemed lost. 

The neat and clean brunet boy then travelled his eyes down to the messed up shirt of the artist, the top two open buttons revealing the toned pectorals on his chest, his coloured hands, dark fingertips by the graphite, the stern expressions and the crowd of children behind him, lost in their own chaos. He knew Jeon Jungkook was someone he had heard a lot about. Taehyung was so caught up with him that he forgot he was supposed to be searching for his department instead of being between children.

"Can you please help me find Mr. Kang here? I just joined the academy today for my diploma." The brown haired male requested, voice soft and gentle and to Jungkook's ears, almost like a melody. The artist blinked, breaking out of his trance and nodded in reply, stern to help the other one.

The artist looked back at his class, checking the kids just being chaotic. He didn't know if it was worth leaving them but helping this beautiful stranger seemed way too prior to him.

"Sure." Wiping off his hands with a clean cloth, Jungkook took a step in his direction and as he walked closer, the beauty of the other male just intensified, plus the floral cologne he wore was tingling the artist's nostrils. Kim Taehyung was a mass stimulator for all of the artist’s senses.

"Where can I find Mr. Kang?" Taehyung asked again, head a bit raised to meet his eyes with the taller male. Jungkook's lips were parted, eyes not blinking for the last few minutes as he was too mesmerised by the other male.

"Oh… Mr. Kang? He… he's over there, Hall number eight, on the second floor." Jungkook replied, pointing his fingers to the direction of the hall and the brunet turned his head in the direction.

"Ah okay, thanks." He slightly bowed, a smile appeared on his face and Jeon Jungkook was being attacked constantly in the very mean time. Jungkook couldn't bring himself to say anything, watching this person then leaving and searching for his destination.

This was the day the artist could feel and witness how beautiful life can actually be. It's not our fault that we lack colours or beauty but if life gets a bit favourable it can give us what we never knew we needed, just like that day, Jeon Jungkook came across this guy he didn't know would become his life one day. Maybe he might have gotten an idea by his sudden arrival that mere minutes of their encounter enlightened his entire day which suddenly became instantly dull when the person disappeared from his sight. And then the artist realised that he couldn't even ask for his name. Something in his heart told him that maybe they'll meet again, and very soon.

But for then he was sure about one thing and it was to picture down this beauty later on and keep it on a canvas with him forever.

That beautiful human needed to be drawn down and treasured on a canvas. And Jungkook wanted to do justice with it.