Him/Them || Jeon Jungkook ✓

5: Art Gallery

Jungkook stood in front of the art gallery and looked inside. The people from rich families admire the paintings in the gallery.

He peeked inside until someone spoke from behind, causing him to flinch and turn around.

"What are you doing here?"

Jungkook fixed his hoodie nervously and held his canvas close, looking at the elderly woman smiling at her. "Are you here to put your artwork for display?"

"Tell her."

Jungkook looked at her smiling face and decided to tell her. "I want some money. I want to sell my art. I need to speak to the coordinator of this gallery." The woman's features softened.

"Why speak to the coordinator when the owner is here? Can I see your art?" She asked, forwarding her hand for him to pass her the art. She took it from him and turned it around only to gape at it.

"This is my only canvas which I had. I need money to buy more-"

"Wow!" She whispered and Jungkook looked at her. She made eye contact with him and smiled brightly. "How old are you?"

"Lie! Don't say the truth."

"17."

"Loser!"

Jungkook pressed his lips and shut his eyes while rubbing his head. Her eyes widened and she looked at the painting. "You are so talented. You captured human depravity so well in a canvas. At such a young age." She said and Jungkook looked at her blankly.

"Can you give me money?"

She bit hey lips and sighed. "What is your name?"

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Jungkook, you cannot get a lot of money for just one drawing. Can you bring me more like this?" She asked and he frowned, looking down.

"But I don't have a canvas and paint."

"You'll get the money, I promise. Your paintings are excellent. People overseas will surely purchase it for a high amount but we atleast need three of your drawings for the auction."

"Three?" She nodded, handing him back his canvas. "Which means you need to paint two more."

Jungkook took his canvas back and glanced at the gallery where the people were admiring the artworks. He turned to look at the woman who smiled at him.

"I will wait for you, Jungkook."

Jungkook sighed and started walking back to his home. He needed inspiration and equipments. He had neither.

"Create it."

Jungkook frowned and touched his head. "What?" He asked to himself.

"Create your inspiration."

Jungkook was confused but he entered his house, looking at his father glaring at him. "Where were you?" His father asked and Jungkook tried to hide the canvas but it was too big to be hidden behind him.

"Somewhere."

"What is that?" His father asked, pointing at the canvas. "Painting." Jungkook replied.

"Where did you get the money to buy everything? Did you steal from me?" His father asked and he gritted his teeth. "I didn't."

His father yelled. "Lie! Where else would you get this from?" Jungkook dropped the canvas and rested his hands beside his figure. "From school. My teacher helped me."

"Again a lie! Just admit that you stole money from me!" His father yelled and Jungkook screamed back. "Why don't you trust me?"

Jungkook's father scoffed, "You're not worth being trusted, Jungkook." His eyes glistened, listening to his harsh words.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook looked beside him, only to see himself smiling at him.

"Create it."

Jungkook frowned in confusion as he watched his own self right in front of him, handing him the vase from the table and then pointed in the direction of his father.

"Create your inspiration."