Part 1: Paintings, paintings

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"Hyunggss are you sure about this?" I asked my hyungs, eyeing the very old man surrounded with various paints and canvases.

It was my vacation from the Idol life. A 1-month vacation to be able to do all the things I want to do, and that led me to this moment. In an old antique shop, paying an old man who "supposed" can draw my significant other.

Bah! This is a scam, I mentally grumbled. In no way, do I have a significant other.

Welcome to the Idol life.

Flashy on the outside. Lonely in the inside.

However, the old man assured me, "This is sure alright. I will be able to dream of your significant others and draw them in these canvases." He assured us. The Wooga squad.

"Seojoon?" Sunhwan-hyung (more known as Peakboy) asked the eldest in our group.

"Oh we'll do it!" Wooshik-hyung on the other hand, butted in. Smiling at the excitement of this experiment.

In the end, we paid the old man, before heading back to the hotel they're staying in, settling into the night.

The next day, we got the paintings.

A young woman around the same age as I. Entrancing black eyes. Long gorgeous hair. And skin that glowed even as painted.

"I told you guys it's a scam," I joked as we headed back to the hotel. "He probably got some ulzzang pictures on google and just painted it," they all chuckled.

"At least we got these paintings of wom —"

"What a pervert," we all laughed.

I ended in my room. In all honesty, I didn't like it. It's too close up, I felt like a perv.

However, I took my phone and took a pic of it. Punching it into a picture search on google, anticipating some kind of answer.

What if... this woman really will become my significant other?

But as no names, social media, or pictures showed on screen, bits of my heart broke.

Maybe... A little part of myself was hoping for a love life. Who knows?

But... Maybe love is never meant for me after all...

Part 2: Answers

3 pov

Pacing back and forth, Taehyung was nervous.

Beep beeep beeeeep

Her phone dialed slowly, the answer to his problems.

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Taehyung was walking through the hallways of BigHit building when he overheard conversations with trainees.

"I got her name," one said. "Go Miyoung, a trainee at JYP."

"Really? Even number?" The other asked.

"Mhmm! Hwan Seoyeon is very reliable."

"Okay okay, give me her number!"

"026594214." Taehyung listened carefully, whipping his phone from his pocket to type those numbers.

This may be the answer to his problems.

Hwan Soyeon...

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"Who is this?" He snapped out of his thoughts hearing a female answering the other line.

"Yes hello..." his heart was beating fast. "Is this Hwan Seoyeon?" he asked, her name meaning felicitous omen.

"Mhmm..." she slowly answered.

"Well I need help in getting the number of this girl... I heard you can help me?" he pleaded, the voice of Kim Taehyung all too familiar for the girl in the other line.

'The guy who hates me... now asking my help to find the number of a girl,' her thoughts were sinister as a smirk was placed on her lips. 'Interesting,' she noted.

"You do know this is... illegal, right?" she said, still smirking.

"I know... It's complicated," he answered, although he knew too little.

"Well, it's fine with me. Just make sure to give me the payment, alright?" she added, while Taehyung nodded. However, the man remembered that she can't see him, answering a 'yes, I will' instead.

Oh boy... What has Kim Taehyung — BTS's V, gotten himself into?

Wieeee a new fic guys!!! I hope you like it!