A/N: Before reading this chapter please listen to this song that is given above, as it sets the whole mood for this chapter... "Name" by Justin Bieber ft. Tori Kelly. If you're listening in audio then you can listen to it while reading the chapter. Happy Reading(◕ᴗ◕✿)
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If LUCK were a person, Tae would surely beat the hell out of that.... At least, after landing at Haneda Airport in Tokyo, this is what his exact mood is.

He was supposed to be here, way earlier in the morning. But, the flight got delayed for almost 3 hours, so right now, he barely has 30 minutes left before the program in which he is invited. And, now here he is... Just being restless over completing the formalities at the airport and as usually clumsy as fuck. He completes them, runs towards the baggage carousel, almost blindly picks his red Prada trolley bag and again runs towards the car that was waiting for him outside.

Oh! I forgot to introduce him to you people. He is Kim Taehyung, the world famous writer from Seoul, South Korea. For the last 4 years his novels and other literary works are taking the world of literature by storm.

He's invited in this year's Annual International Cultural Meet in Japan which is organised every year during The Sakura Festival by a society of Asia's most influential figures of arts and literature. Writers, painters, musicians, singers, dancers and various world famous artists from across the Asia, gather and celebrate the beauty of arts, literature and cultural diversity.

Today's the first day of the program which is going to start with a huge press conference. And, Tae has only few minutes left to check into to his hotel, freshen up and change into a formal attire to join the conference, otherwise he's going to be late and he hates that.

When finally, he arrives at his hotel room, he has just locked the door and about to rush into the washroom, but before that he hurriedly opens his bag to take out the formal clothes, only to find a bunch of over sized full sleeve t-shirts, sweat pants and a pair of shirts and ripped jeans.

Bam!!!

It's just like the time has stopped for Tae. He has just realised that this bag isn't his and shit just got real when he finally checks the name tag on the bag : Jeon Jungkook

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Right now, when Tae is entering into the conference hall, trust me, it's a scene to remember... All the reporters and paparazzies are so excited to see this man who's donned with brown chinos and white shirt which is of course, over sized. But, he is Kim Taehyung, almost a fashion icon of his college days, he can pull off literally anything with utmost grace.

No, it wasn't easy for him. Though, his wallet, passport, all the important documents, laptop everything was with him in his backpack, only clothes were there inside that missing trolley bag. But, Tae was shaking and feeling a sharp pain in his chest and it was not because of his lost clothes or bag. It was the name that was written on the name tag of this exchanged bag. Jeon Jungkook, the name which was like a music to his ears once upon a time... The name that ghosted his soul... Yet, the name from which he never had a closure....

Suddenly, a thought hit him and he took out the invitation card of the program from his backpack. He checked the guest list and in no time he understood the situation when he read -

" Jeon Jungkook
[Artist, Master of Expressionistic Art in Post Truth Era ]
from Seoul, South Korea"

Tae understood that this person was also invited in the programme. Probably they were in the same flight and their trolley bags which coincidentally look-alike were jumbled up with each other... And, being as absent minded as Tae is, he noticed nothing before.

He felt shocked, hurt and too drained to even think or do anything else. But, after few moments, he wiped out the tears and with all his ability he tried to put himself together. He said himself that he didn't do anything to deserve this pain, he did never do anything to lose his self-respect. Tae took a deep breath and washed his face cause he didn't have time to take a full shower. He opened the 'wrong' trolley bag and took out a random oversized white shirt, clenched his fists, tightened his jaw and a sudden stubbornness took over him....

Cut to now, Tae is here in the press conference, laden with the white shirt from the 'wrong' bag and his old brown chinos that he was already wearing from before, and looking drop dead gorgeous with messy black hairstyle.

Wuhu!!

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The MC starts speaking to begin the conference. She starts giving introduction of each and every renowned guest while every guest is appearing on the stage accordingly. After two or three guests the MC announces Tae's introduction...

"Our next guest is a person who has become a living phenomenon in the the world of literature, at the young age of 25. His unconventional ways of writing novels, amazing characterization, and bold massages have created a brain storm among the readers of all ages as well as the critics. He's the winner of several awards including the Booker Awards of 2021... We are honoured to have Mr. Kim Taehyung among us today, all the way from Seoul, South Korea."

Tae appeares on the stage and all the crowd and media burst into a round of applause. The MC greets him and Tae takes his seat.

The MC keeps on introducing all the other guests, one by one... At the end she announces :

"Now, Last but not the least... Our last guest is called The Master of Expressionistic Art in Post Truth Era, for his amazing artworks and masterpieces in the style of Expressionism makes him a sensation in the world of fine arts. This year, he is awarded The Vincent Award by The Art Society of Amsterdam. We are honoured to have the very talented Mr. Jeon Jungkook among us today."

A man with a heavenly smile, appeares on the stage, wearing white shirt, black tie, grey short blazer and black pants. He's sweating but looking as handsome as a Greek God. His eyes are looking tired but as bright as the Polaris. His black hair is looking gorgeous with a slight undercut hairstyle.

After, greeting and thanking the MC, Jeon Jungkook takes his seat....

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The press conference starts. And, a eventful evening begins. And, of course, in no time there eyes meet... Tae's eyes meet with the eyes of Jungkook.... Jeon Jungkook, his Koo, who was once his Koo.

The stubbornness that earlier took over Tae, isn't able to mess up his glance towards the eyes that once were most familiar to Tae. His days used to begin with the gaze of those dewy, beautiful eyes and his nights used to end by getting lost, deep into the ocean of those eyes. He saw those eyes when they were briming with happiness... He saw them when they were half closed in moments of pleasure... When they were overwhelmed with emotions... When they were filled with tears....

Though, the owner of those eyes, is now quite muscly and has a sharper jawline.... But, the eyes are just the same as Tae saw four years ago. The eyes that hold endless innocence ....

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To be continued...

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- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
12/04/2021