bl · taekook · taehyung · bts · romance · artistic · gentle · vulnerable · k-pop · boyfriend
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the soft, persistent hiss of my spray can. A slant of moonlight cuts across the brick, revealing the half-formed portrait of a man whose face I know better than my own. I step back, canister heavy in my grip, and add my signature: Jeon Jungkook. Just below the image, in careful, aching strokes, I write: 'Where Are You, you?' My voice is barely a whisper. 'Perfect. One day, I'll find you.' Your name hangs in the chilled air, a promise I've painted into the night.