Summary: You never expected an art show to bring such mystery to your night
Word count: 1,095
A/N: I wrote this in the car, so it’s nothing special. Just something I wanted to get down~
When
your childhood friend said she wanted to make it big as an artist at only
fourteen, you were the one person that stood beside her and supported her
through the entire process. Whether it was lending her the money she needed for
supplies or simply just offering her an encouraging word every now and then,
she was always so grateful that you stuck with her all those years. That’s why
you weren’t at all surprised when she chose to invite you to the grand art show
where her favorite piece was being displayed for the first time.
You
weren’t exactly sure what to expect. All you knew was that it would be “quite
formal,” a description that proved very accurate. The venue was filled with
artists and art lovers dressed head to toe in beautiful clothing. Everyone
looked like royalty to you, and though fancier events weren’t really something
you were used to, you were admittedly pretty excited to bust out a new dress of
your own. A gentle blue with just the right amount of sparkles to make you
stand out to all the wandering eyes in the room.
You’d
lost your friend somewhere near the front door where she broke away to mingle
with a group of similar minded people. You took the chance to explore the
event, making your way to the main gallery. The art that covered the walls was
just as gorgeous as the people who filled the room. This was definitely a place
of sophistication, yet you didn’t really feel out of place. You met the eyes of
strangers as you slipped through the crowds, each of them offering you a kind
smile and a few head nods. You smiled back, though a bit more shyly than you’d
have liked. It seemed like the best idea to avoid conversation, that way no one
would know that your art knowledge was in fact extremely limited.
You
broke out of a cluster of people observing some rather interesting pieces and
brought yourself to a stop not far from the bar. You scanned the room, hoping
to find your friend. Instead you met the dark, brooding eyes of another
stranger. The man was sat with a drink in hand, and unlike the others in the
room his face remained without a smile. The sight of his serious expression
shook your core for a second, and though he wasn’t as outwardly welcoming as
everyone else, you found yourself drawn to him. For some odd reason you
couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with him. It wasn’t like you to
stare back at strange men, but you felt an unexpected sense of peace from him.
Before you could decide
what to do with yourself, the man turned his head away from you and brought his
drink to his lips. You took a deep breath, shaking off the frozen sensation
from your body. You were surprised when you found yourself walking up to the
bar, slowing down when you reached the empty seat beside him.
“You look beautiful,” the
man said before turning his head. When he eventually looked to you, he motioned
his hand towards the seat. You took his offer without hesitation.
“Thank you,” you managed
in a quiet voice. “You look nice, too.” For the first time you actually noticed
what he was wearing. The suit was likely valued much higher than your entire
house, and he wore it perfectly. Your eyes scanned down his body, allowing you
to take in his impressive form. You were certain that he must tower over you
when standing, and that fact alone caused your heart to beat a bit faster.
“Do you have a piece
here?” He asked, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Me? No,” you laughed.
“I’m the least artistic person I know.” The man smiled at your remark, lighting
up his previously silent expression. “How about you?”
“No,” he responded with a
small shake of his head. “My stuff is more…personal.”
You let a smile of your
own form on your lips. You adored how mysterious this man was. Yet as much
mystery as he exuded, he somehow seemed so familiar to you. So comfortable. You
knew he was someone you could easily spend hours with. Everything about him
captivated you.
“That’s a shame,” you
answered after a moment. “Something tells me your work would make this place
shine.”
The man chuckled to
himself. “Maybe. No more than you, though.” His words brought a quick rush of
blood into your cheeks, so you dipped your head down to shield it from him.
“Well, I don’t know about
that.”
“I do,” he countered,
taking another sip of his drink which you now identified as a deep red wine.
You searched your brain for any kind of coherent response, but before you
discovered one a familiar laugh from across the room caught your attention. You
lifted your eyes to find your friend standing near her display. She waved you
over as soon as her eyes met you.
“That’s my cue,” you said
with a hint of disappointment. “It was nice meeting you.”
The man nodded with that
same disappointment. He stood just as you did, offering you his hand in
farewell. You accepted the handshake, his firm grip tempting you to stay next
to him for the remainder of the evening. “If you ever find yourself wanting to
learn more about art, don’t be afraid to come back here.”
“Do you go to all the
events?”
The man laughed, his
cheeks filling with light. You were sure you’d never seen anything more
beautiful. “No, no. I work here.”
“Right,” you answered,
looking to the floor to hide the embarrassment you were feeling.
“Just ask for Seunghyun.
Maybe I can show you some of my pieces sometime.”
You lifted your head to
meet his eyes once more, your chest swirling with emotion. It was then that you
realized your hands were still connected. You pulled away shyly, your fingers moving
to your dress to fidget anxiously. Your feet lingered for a moment, not wanting
to part with him. “Okay, perhaps I will.”
“Enjoy the evening,” he
said as you moved back towards the crowd.
“You too, Seunghyun.”
When you finally ripped your eyes off of him, it felt as though every fiber of
your being was begging you to turn around. All of your energy went into walking
the opposite way, and the only thing that made your task the slightest bit
easier was the knowledge that you’d see him again some day soon.
Kat 