Shenanigans

42

'That one looks like butts stuck in a teapot.'

'Taehyung !' Hana whispered sternly. Her eyes darting around to see if anyone overheard w hat the guy said.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, 'What ? Look, look, here's the butt and then-'

'You cannot touch the art piece, idiot.' Hana warned for the hundredth times, slapping his hand away. 'And that's a peach, not a butt.'

'The guy in the first room said that everyone sees an art piece differently and that no one is right and no one is wrong.' He said matter-of-factly.

She squinted her eyes, 'If he could hear your obnoxious observations, he'll eat his words.'

Satisfied with the argument, Hana decided to move on to the next art piece, and following it, as it had been for the past half an hour, was Taehyung's absurd interpretations and a scolding from her.

They were at one of the contemporary art galleries in Seoul. It's having an open exhibition while holding a design flea market in the courtyard. Hana had talked about the flea market last month so Taehyung figured that they should make some time in their hectic week of studying to drop by.

It was very lively. Both of them had wanted to take a look around the gallery first before heading to the design market. However, they ended up spending more than an hour going through all the pieces from the three-floor gallery.

'We spent too long in there.' Taehyung groaned. 'My eyes cannot see the world the same way.'

Hana chuckled, 'You could be sued if the artists hear what you said about their hard work.'

'Sweetheart, there's hard work, like the carved wooden butterfly we saw on the first floor and then there's nonsense like that polka dots of gold and grey that a six years old could do.' He complained, clearly not getting the whole aesthetic appeal of arts, while Hana tried to keep a straight face at the endearment he used.

The girl still got butterflies at the little things he did after their confessions. The random hugs and kisses. The way his hand always searched for hers when they walk. The 'I love you's and the cheesy names he called her, that he knew made her cringed but gave her tingles like no other. She was still getting used to the whole thing but it's an enjoyable process and she had no complaint.

'You know what ? Some people just cannot see the beauty in art.' Hana said after finding no point in arguing with him over art.

He raised an eyebrow, 'Let's be frank. Do you actually see the beauty of that polka dot painting ?'

Hana opened her mouth as if to say something, only to close them again. He laughed at her antics. They were really having a nice date just enjoying the little time they could steal out of their stressful week, and each other's presence.

The flea market outside was huge, filled with rows and rows of tables with young designers selling everything handmade from knitted mufflers to custom jewelry. People of varying age filled the square, bargaining and appreciating arts by the youth. Hana went from one booth to another, with Taehyung loyally following her. Her hands ran through variant fabrics, various designs. She was greatly inspired by the work of the young designers.

She wanted to be a part of them. She wanted to grow like them: living off of their creativity, designing what comes to their minds, expressing themselves in their work. She wanted to be a part of the art.

The hustles of creating and turning a sketch into the real thing. The admiration and appreciation towards your design. The satisfaction. She wanted to be driven by her passion.