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Mon Chéri 1 | KTH | Teaser
Teaser! To be posted somewhere before the 12th of February, 23:59pm KST.
Once you were lovers in Paris, up to no good. But one small mishap caused everything you two had to shatter. There was no goodbye, no last je t'aime — just an empty bed. Now, you are given the opportunity to confront the man you once lovingly called mon chéri. Can you forget and forgive love, and take back what was taken from you?
This is part of the Luv Library Valentine’s project from Ficswithluv. ›› AU: Art frauds / Criminals ›› Genre: Angst / Smut ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content and violence) ›› Pairing: KTH x Reader, minor JJK x Reader & KTH x PJM ›› Word Count: 17k (2 parts, +/- 30k total) ›› Warnings Include: Sexual content, violent content, criminal activities, romantic angst. Mentions of criminal activities and romantic angst in this teaser.
L’art est plus que ce qui est visible.
Art is more than what meets the eye. If you don’t get the same sensation the second time, it can be the consequence of only two things. An internal, personal change. Or a change in the painting. As subtle as a change in strokes or hues. A slight tilt leftwards — a change in emotions.
Your eyes glide across the set of paintings of Dutch tulips. The fields filled with colours, the spread of the paint — not unlike Van Gogh, but far too subtle for him. This set, painted years before Monet’s famous waterlily series, is more vibrant. Yet there’s something too bold about the one to the far left.
You take a shaky breath, swallowing thickly. The texture of the brush, the vibrancy and ambiance. It brings forward a sickly feeling of familiarity. For a moment you think your mind is playing tricks on you. That it wants to see him in this painting. But you can’t deny your heart’s ache.
This is him. His uncanny ability to mimic impressionism to the stroke. Precision to match imperfections. A mirror of another’s emotions that’s slightly clouded by his own.
Your chest constricts, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. There’s a quiet night in Paris, a warm and gentle embrace. His lips caressing your skin, paint streaks on your body from where his fingers had been stained. Silken sheets and words of love. Words of love that had been erased by a single mishap. A forgery fell through and you’d never seen him again. No last goodbye, no last je t’aime — nothing but an empty apartment and a broken heart.
Jin calls your name and you startle. “Are you alright?”
“Jin, this painting,” you whisper, no faith in your own voice. The memory of him burns in you, scraping your insides until you’re shaking. “It’s Vante’s.”
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