To say that you did not fit in with those dawdling around the art gallery was a gross understatement. You didn't just not fit in. Your entire presence and aura defied every expectation, and suddenly, watching the upper echelon of the city mingle with champagne and gaze critically at Jungkook's art, makes every breath feel like an insecurity.
The boy in question was nowhere in sight, and you now regret not dragging Jimin with you. The invitation had specifically prohibited plus one's, and though Jimin whined to no end about his hurt feelings and emptily promised never to talk to Jungkook again, you managed to keep him home. Now, you wish you were back at the apartment with him.
The pieces were, in short, completely breathtaking (to no surprise, of course, this was Jungkook you were talking about). Though you knew he always held doubt in himself, in the short time he allowed you to be in his life, you had never once thought he was anything less than spectacular. Yet you could not allow yourself to completely enjoy them. Each brushstroke and paint color you remember from his palettes, or the filters on the photos that you helped him with, was agonizing to look at.
You are standing in front of a canvas titled "Windowlight" when a man comes up beside you. He nurses a flute of bubbly champagne and makes no move to gain eye contact. Unknown to you, Professor Sejin knows exactly who you are. He's seen your face in his student's portfolio one too many times.
"Artful use of mixed media, isn't it?", he mutters.
"I suppose so."
"He's quite the prodigy. Have you met him yet? I'm sure he's lurking around somewhere." The man takes a sip from his glass, smirk on his lips hidden from your eyes that still blankly stare ahead.
"Yes. He's a...friend." We share a soulmate mark. He hates my guts.
He hums a sound of affirmation and you ignore the weird feeling it leaves in your stomach; one that tells you this stranger sees right through you.
"Ah, how rude of me. Professor Sejin. Arts director and senior advisor." He spares you a brief glance, but you make no move to shake his hand or pretend to be courteous. You don't have the energy for it tonight. Just being in this building, surrounded by everything Jungkook has touched, makes you want to collapse into yourself.
"It was nice to meet you, Y/N." He speaks nonchalantly, and you almost miss the fact that you never told him your name. Your brows crease in confusion and you are ready to turn and interrogate the stranger, but he is already walking away, gliding smoothly across the gallery. Before he gets too far, though, Sejin cranes his neck and makes eye contact.
"Oh, and be sure to visit the one called 'Moon'. It's upstairs, next to the Aphrodite sculpture on the second level exhibit", he entreats, a suspicious lilt in his voice.
"Something tells me you'll appreciate its...sincerity."
Honestly, you're not sure what you expected when you came to Jungkook's art gallery tonight. But to be approached by a stranger who already knows your name, who dubiously instructs you to seek out a mystery art piece, was not on the list of expectations. Still...Professor Sejin's words made you curious.
Through the night, your eyes subconsciously seek out that familiar head of fluffy brown hair and a tall gait that always seems to stick out, even in a large crowd. It was as if Jungkook versed himself in complete camouflage, so much so that you began to doubt that he was even in the building.
The traipse through the gallery is done in silence and solitude, and you tune out the sounds of popping champagne and raucous laughter coming from the second floor, as the patrons undoubtedly banter over which piece to auction off. You hope he keeps them. You've never seen someone appreciate art the way that Jungkook does.
