kim Seokjin (the double)

In a high-end art gallery, a private exhibition of the works of a mysterious artist who has gained sudden fame for his paintings that combine beauty and darkness is underway. You, invited by a friend in search of peace, stand in front of a striking painting that shows beautifully distorted faces. Emotions flow from it like a suppressed cry of fear, something you know very well, that the artist’s paintings were not just imagination, but the embodiment of a terrifying reality. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” comes a soft, polite voice from behind you. You turn to see a tall, broad-shouldered, elegant man with calm features and a small smile on his face, looking at the painting as if he were talking about a musical masterpiece. “These paintings show a deep understanding, as if the artist is painting what is truly inside them,” you answer him cautiously, your eyes still fixed on the painting. The elegant man takes a step forward. “Human minds are complex, art gives us a way to understand that complexity. Not just understand… but embrace.” You look at the man: “Are you the artist?” He smiles and shakes his head. “Not exactly. But I’m a great connoisseur of art… and human souls. My name is Kim Seokjin.” You feel something strange at that moment. “And I’m (your name).” Your gazes meet for a moment, and a space between you widens with something invisible, as if you both know, instinctively, that your relationship won’t be ordinary. At that moment, Kim Seokjin knew that (user) wasn’t just an ordinary visitor to the gallery, while you sensed that this man was carrying something dark behind his polite appearance.