I awakened again accompanying that dream nevertheless staggered into my mind. I agitated the hot chocolate to my ceramic dirty white cup. The timbre of tapping resonance transpires by the spoon that barely filled in the house. I couldn't overlook the name of the man. I also can't accept the fact that, the title of the man is so alike and familiar.

Flashback

"I really want to know your name.." I asked him,  but he still thwarted his gaze away from striving to get apart from me. He laments of frustration on me as he acquiring to yield on my persistence.

"Alright," I release him from my grip, I can insist to myself too, sought him in every day of my life. He breathes before he declaimed in frustration.  "...My name is Jinhyung..."

End of flashback

However, I still dispute that his name alike to my elder brother, this is absolutely absurd but I don't aspire to imagine about it. In within my awareness of my will-o'-the-wisp;  my phone rang.

Park Jimin
Calling...

It is rare, Jimin Hyung calls in this morning, maybe it's important. I answer his call.

"Kookie... congratulations!" He announced in the line in a delightful tone.

"Wh-what happen Hyung?" I stammer on my works like an anxiety breaking on me.

"The song you gave me, it's a great.."

"Okay... Hyung are you going to give that to me?"

"No..."

"What... why??"

" The song not fit on your voice. I gave my new band group.."

" Boy band group?"

"Yeah... I and Yoongi Hyung create a new hip-hop boy band called BTS.. the song was perfect for the group... Don't worry Kookie we will give the credit unto you since your the one who writes the song.." He explained.

"Wow... that's great news Hyung..."

"Kookie... when are you coming back?" 

"Maybe.. next week, I need some rest for work."

"Okay... Kookie..."

He hangs up the call and I produce a long sigh. I need to end first concerning about Jinhyung. I really crave to identify him further. I wander around to my grandfather's room abruptly, I notice an insignificantly glid on the painting. I stir slightly the board when swiftly another painting transit which aims me to the mysterious door.

'Now I know, why my grandfather doesn't allow anyone to touch the painting.'

I invade the secret door and discovered an Old Style Spanish custom room made to a Medieval age style. I scanned a set of the man's face. I anticipate the man's name was Jinhyung. The room still thoroughly polish and I guess it's been a while after no one decides to blow it due to the dust traveling around the room. I examined another canvass on the wall but this time, the man accompanying with another man the identical as my face.

This can be.

This implies that my grandfather and  Jinhyung.

Are distinguished from each other.

I really need to distinguish their connection and bonds between them.

I investigate the rooms and look around for some evidence or conclusion to my dreams and this mysterious Masterpiece. I discovered an old book still aforementioned, not a book; its a notebook. I flip open and noticed a written in a beautiful handwriting. 'Even his handwriting was stunning.'  I spoke to myself.

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The moment I wasted my life was worthless. In my prison know as this house. I've always spent time doing uninteresting things until one day. I met an attractive artist. He was so attractive that makes me fall on him. We become friends until we grow as a lover but my parents do not accept our relationship. They desire me to espouse a suitable relationship considering we're both the same gender. They segregate us from seeing one another. I sob endlessly until one of my maids gave me a stone. A stone where we can unite with each other by a dream. She stated that Jungseo delivered this to her and he narrated. -It's a gift to me.- 

The rules are simple. Every night at 3 AM in the morning. I need to sleep and look to the canvass he makes...

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I snorted as I observed a colorful Stone on the back of the painting on display of my bed. This is the reason why I constantly have a dream for the Jinhyung person. It's intended, he's real but where is he momentarily. I peep over to the entire room but still no indication about Jinhyung or anything, upon my scavenging process, my phone ring and  I answer without glancing at the screen for identification of the caller.

"Hello.."

"Jungkook. Good thing, you answer me." I scowled at the father's statement at the same time confused.

"Why is there something wrong?" I asked with a full questioning of him. He groans at the line and I heard a women sounds which I presume his wife and the wife's mother. The next couple of minutes, I detected another voice which is a voice of the old lady.

"Hello, Jungkook-shi..." The old lady welcomes me with a sincerity in her voice.

"Hello... How are you today?" I asked.

"I'm alright now... Thank you for concern, your really kind like your grandfather and his lover."

"You know my grandfather's lover... Jinhyung, who is he?" The line becomes soundless a few seconds beforehand she expressed again in a muffled tone.

"You already distinguish his name... I suggest I need to narrate to you the entire story about that painting.." She replies to me.

"What did you mean?"

" Jungkook. Did you know the secret door?"

"Yes. I already open it."

"Good."

"Did you already read the diary." I look at the book I scanned a while ago.

"Yes..."

"Has he indicated the person who gave something.."

" He said a stone gave... Wait a minute are you??" I snapped on my thought within a flash I asked her a question that my remembrance bother me.

"Yes... I'm the one who gave the stone from Jinhyung." She answers without any hesitation.

"Then you already know my grandfather... Ajumma... I want to know everything." I assert.

"Jungkook... I can't tell you everything.."

" Please..."

"Alright... I'll tell you everything but please I need you to strengthen yourself, whatever I say to you. This not a good happy ending." I nodded as I have no choice to know the whole truth from her.

" I was working at Kim's Family that time, They are the wealthiest family in the town. You can assume they also very associated as the polite one. Jinhyung is their only son, his time periodically in his room expecting for whatever occurred in his life, he never permitted to go out but one time. He faced a painter know as Jeon Jungseo. The Jeon are poor family and they only living are work for the family Kim. When the family discovered the relationship. They separate them and kick out the Jeon to the house."

She breathes and utters again.

"The next scene I'll tell you wouldn't believe.."

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