Jimin is tired. Tired of songs he doesn’t get to write, stages he doesn’t get to choreograph, outfits he doesn’t get to style, and a schedule he doesn’t control. At this point he’s just going through the motions, perfectly practiced smiles and speeches after years of training, and given up any hope of autonomy in his career no matter how much the people around him try to convince him otherwise.

And then he meets a busker during a late-night walk who is painting along with music, and his entire outlook goes from monochromatic to multicolor.

  • Rated M/E

  • Strangers to lovers

  • Angst & misunderstandings

  • Idol Jimin and Artist Jungkook

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