Things happen for a reason, but Taehyung was trying to comprehend all the unreasonable things unfolding around him. Firstly, his life had changed entirely, and he didn't know whom to blame. Secondly, when he tried to find tranquillity after trying so hard, he lost it again. A messy desk, filled with paper cuts and numerous coloured pens, were where Taehyung's heart belonged. Slender fingers held the scissors so gently as he cut through little paper pieces in his other hand. The tender press of little cutouts onto the empty page would subdue his urge to fight the present, and that's how he found sanity in a few little things he would do. Holding the tip of a pen, swaying it along his fingers to write down his words, he would peer into the cutouts of paintings he had seen before. A set of memories would spark before his sight and play like a film on plain white pages in front of him. An artist, himself, and a feeling full of solace in a warm home. Paintings and colours all around him, with so much to learn and see. What he experienced wasn't easy to depict on the empty pages, but he tried his best to bring words that described the actual worth of the paintings he would see. Because the artist who made them all didn't just deserve minutes of mentions in some magazines. His art and talent were incomparable to the brunet. He did his best to describe their importance on his behalf, treasuring and adorning it all in a journal. Gradually, every page told a different story about the various paintings displayed in exhibitions and sold out in auctions with a significant value. On the left pages, he would paste cutouts of magazines with their descriptions, while on the right ones, he would write his own descriptions from his own perspective. How he saw that painting, what he felt about it, and any incidents that were connected to the painting. That's why the journal belonged to his heart. Every page consisted of a memory, meaningfulness, and a lesson. He would spend hours writing and decorating those empty pages, carefully adorning them. He tried his best not to stain them with his tears falling down on the blue ink, but every page was tear-stained. Every memory was refreshed like a wound in him when he finished and tried to appreciate the final result. Flashbacks would play in front of his eyes, and things suddenly would make no sense anymore. That one notebook was a collection of his emotions, his sanity, and the belongingness to his lover. His dedication was evident in how he visited local libraries in Milan, searched for the section of art magazines, and bought them if they contained anything related to the 'anonymous painter'. Bringing them back to his dorm, Taehyung worked on his precious journal. Jimin observed this process, often filled with curiosity and questions. However, he respected Taehyung's boundaries, trying to stay within the limits set by him. Jimin understood that whatever Taehyung was engaged in was close to his heart. Patiently, he waited for Taehyung to express it in his own time, recognizing that it brought happiness to his friend. Jimin had only seen his branches, but he sensed that Taehyung had deep roots that were not immediately visible from afar. That's why hardly anything could keep him happy; he would appear relaxed while sketching portraits or jotting down thoughts in journals. However, one day, even this source of joy disappeared. Things began to change for Taehyung when magazines from his hometown stopped featuring descriptions of Artist JK’s paintings. No magazine sufficed anymore. He tried his best to search various libraries and brands, but the artist's absence from the media became increasingly noticeable. He waited patiently, extending his search every weekend, but flipping through pages without finding any mention of the artist became routine. Until one day, he stumbled upon a mention—not in the way he had hoped.