"If you're the Goddess of Hope, then I'm the God of I Don't Give A Fuck."
Park Aera is no stranger to making mistakes. She has a tendency to botch everything. Friendships, boyfriends, that one lab project. None of the consequences were too severe. T...
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CHAPTER 3: ELPIS
Seoul Museum of History was a lot bigger than I had thought it was.
There were so many sections that branched off from the lobby. It was a gigantic maze, one that we could get lost in and Jungkook wouldn't mind.
The ceiling itself was just as intriguing, supported by columns of smooth, grey brick. In its center was stained glass. The pattern, at a first glance, seemed random, but the art cast to the floor below was that of colorful smoke.
It was mesmerizing, the blues and reds and yellows bleeding into each other, shadows being blurred by the clouds before being lit up again.
The only reason I looked away was due to Jungkook's hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me to the front desk.
I glanced over my shoulder only to see that the glass had seized it's dance. Before, I could've sworn the smoke art had been moving in the same direction. Like it was calling to me, as all good artists do in their work.
Whoever crafted the ceiling put a lot of thought and effort into it, and I, for one, was surprisingly content that I got to see it. Unlike all the relics we'd be seeing, which had withered away with time. Broken and faded.
The thought alone made me slump. I didn't think I could last more than an hour in the museum. If Jungkook wanted to stay, he could, but I would wait for him in the lobby, entranced by the dancing glass.
Jungkook continued to guide me, his arm acting like a leash, down one of the hallways after paying the entrance fee.
Shortly, we entered a room much smaller than the one we came from. There were only three displays in the rectangular space, all on the far side of the wall.
In the corners were tall, glass structures, each holding various artifacts, and between the two, sectioned off by chains and a "Do Not Cross" sign, was a podium. A coppery vase sat atop.
Jungkook was so excited, he practically pranced to the structure at our left while I sighed helplessly, knowing what was to come.
"Would you stop moping?" I could feel Jungkook's glare, hot against my face. "You're ruining the experience."
I said nothing in response, feigning interest with the same giddy expression he wore.
His brows furrowed, deepening his narrowed stare. "Don't make fun of me."
"You make it too easy," I excused, quickly reeling my bout of boredom.
Pulling his backpack to the side, Jungkook eagerly took out a notebook and pencil. All I did was shake my head.
As he went on and on about one of the scrolls in the casing, I sighed and looked across the room.
Jungkook and I were the only ones in here. Figures.
