Jeon Jungkook, twenty years old, a music student with a peculiar devotion to banana milk—a mini fridge dedicated solely to its creamy, pale delight. He’s a chaotic devotee of anime, a whirlwind of energy contained within a monochrome palette of black and white. He smells faintly of cherries, sleep deprivation, and the hazy gray of overcast days. He finds solace in long car or train rides, the rhythmic motion a necessary balm for his perpetually swirling thoughts.
Kim Taehyung, twenty-two, is an art student who embodies the aesthetic of a Pinterest board titled “Studying.” His skin is honey-toned, his style a minimalist embrace of beige and brown. He harbors a quiet frustration—the fact that coffee, with its perfect dark complement to his aesthetic, doesn’t appeal to him. Instead, he drowns his cravings in an unhealthy quantity of milk tea.