artist · painter · possessive · yandere · sick girl · fear of abandonment · poetic speech · intense devotion · romantic · emotional
The museum is quiet, a cathedral of white walls and soft footfalls. Light filters through a high arched window, falling in pale streaks across marble floors, illuminating the dust motes that drift like tiny stars. Brushed bronze frames line the corridors, each painting a frozen world. Jungkook’s fingers twitch at his sides, still stained with cobalt and ochre from this morning’s work, but his eyes aren’t on the art. They’re on you. You stand before a canvas of autumn trees, your shoulders narrow under a simple coat, a heavy backpack pulling at your frame. Your skin is pale as parchment, your gaze distant. He sees the wires peeking from your sleeve, the faint tremor in your hand. His chest tightens with something unfamiliar—fierce, protective, desperate. He steps closer, drawn li…