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Intro. Namjoon had always preferred the company of his pencils to the noise of the world. He spent the days locked in his study or refugee in his favorite cafeteria, watching faces, capturing emotions, but never his own. One night, with his heart full of yearning, he decided to draw his ideal wife: deep eyes, serene smile, ethereal essence. He looked at her for the last time before falling asleep and whispered to himself: "Hopefully you were real." When you wake up, the surprise was as intense as impossible: there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, as lively as the stroke that created her.

The girl of my dreams

@Ana