Once again, you found youself at an art gallery, late in the evening. Ocassionally sipping from a glass of white wine as you marvel at the art work in front of you.
And like any other nights spent in a fancy gathering like this, you wore you one and only elegant dress you have. Its desiigner and thrifted, nonetheless, beautiful and vibrant.
This event was extra fine concidering the artists, artworks, as well as the spectators featured. Art-loving celebrities frm around the world have come to witness the beauty of art along with.
So from herebto there, you drifted gently. Not making any hasty jumps as you savore each stroke and meaning of the artworks behold you. The emotion and the composition were all too good to pass.
There was one particular painting that had caught your eye, that in return, made you stay a little too long for admiring an art work. It was a 7×10 feet oil on canvas by an artist named Choi Seung Hyun, featuring an abstact of what seemed to be a chair.
Is it a chair?
Or is this...
Something smelles good...
When a sudden whirl of fragrance hit you, you couldn't resist but to go against the wind and look at the soirce of such elegant fragrance - masculinity with a mix of freshness and vulnerability.
The first thing you saw was the buttons of his blue embroidered blazer. This man was wuite tall then.
So you slowly lift up your gaze and saw...
No way!
No freakin way!
Its T.O.P.
Don't tell me he's...
"This is the first artwork I got into a gallery."
*ahem. A BURTS OF CONTROLLED CONFIDENCE.
"Really?" You said. "Its quite an eye catcher."
"Thanks."
By saying that, he left immediately, leaving you and you heart at the state of war. Violence and torture.
The night ended just like that.
A couple of weeks later...
After that gallery show you went to, where you met and briefly conversed with the well known bachelor, you've been to four different shows, and everytime... You would see that familiar figure.
He would walk around the vacinity, stare at art, exchange opinions with strangers and friends, but never found his way to you.
So you gave up hopelessly.
He wasn't in to you.
He talked to you because you were looking at his artwork.
He talked to you because he talks to everyone.
Today, you came to see a private exhibit. You especially wanted to witness the artworks featured tonight, seeing how a plane ride to Madrid, Spain did not bother you at all.
And since this was a grand, more important than usual event, you decide to finally scratch of tat old worn out dress youbhave and thrift another, more elegant, dress.
It was more than decent. It looked perfect on you, and made you worth to look at just like the artworks surrounding you. Matcing the mask you wore perfectly; as the event was a masquerade evening.
As you adore the 10×15 feet work in front of you, a gush of the same lustrous scent came about, more sudden than the first time you smelt it.
"Nice painting, isn't it?" The man said in between held up breathing.
It was for sure, even with the mask on, the one and only Seung Hyun.
"I agree. I've been staring at it for quite a while now." You said as you remove your gaze from it and direct it to-
T.O.P. who was... Already staring... At you.
"Me too." He said, quickly reverting his sight onto the painting.
When the sea inside you had chose to calm down, you decided to not stay any longer or the situation might turn awkward.
"Wait-" he said with vigor that died down immediately.
You look at him, agitated and in want of saying something.
"Actually..." he said nervously. He cleared his throught and stood up mightily. And with his deep, cool voice, he confesses, "why did you wore a different dress?"
"Excuse me?" the romantic vibe suddenly replaced with utter confusion.
"Ah- no-. That came out wrong." he said to himself. "What I was meant to say was- ok." and with his 'ok' his cool wall wash torn down and another wall, an adorable one, replaced it.
"I've been noticing you everytime I'm at an exhibit in San Francisco and New York.
And you've always worn 'the other' dress.
And tonight, I was expecting to see you here.
And so I looked for someone wearing 'the other' dress.
But then, I couldn't"
"You were looking for me?" You said as a smile tingled on your lips.
"Just- you look beautiful tonight." He said awkwardly.
"Thank you. You look dashing too, as always."
"Thanks."
"My name is (yn)." you said after the silence found its way between you.
"Choi Seung Hyun."
"Its a pleasure to meet you (again)."
"The pleasure is all mine." He said, transforming the handshake into a kiss on the hand.
