You trailed behind the rest of your class as you walked through the gallery. This was not one of your top favourite class trips.
You didn't like these people, save for one. And you really didn't like this sort of art. Abstract was not your style, at least not this class of abstract.
Your teacher's voice faded away as you silently placed your ear buds in. You barely looked at the art covered walls as you leisurely walked a short distance behind the group.
You glanced to the right and were about to turn away when you finally saw it. A painting that didn't make you want to gorge out your eyes.
It was abstract like everything else here seemed to be, but it was different. You stopped, glancing at your group and then back at it.
Taking one last glance at the moving party, you made up your mind and turned toward the painting.
Someone else stood in front of the painting. He was wearing a white and black striped tee shirt and black jeans. His hair fell over his eyes and he had sunglasses on.
You raised a brow. Who would wear sunglasses inside and in a gallery nonetheless? You barely paid him any attention though.
Pursing your lips, you stared at the painting you left your classmates for. It was so beautiful to look at.
"It's so pretty." You mumbled, staring at the swirl of colours. "Hmm?" The stranger turned to you then. You glanced at him and nearly choked on the air you were breathing.
Now that you were actually looking at him, you knew exactly who he was even with the sunglasses.
Park Jimin.
Taking a step back and nearly tripping in the process, you tried to turn off the music you were playing. This would become even more awkward if he knew you were listening to one of BTS's songs.
His head cocked to the side like he couldn't quite understand your reaction. You couldn't see his eyes so you couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Then he straightened his head and looked away, pulling a mask over his nose and mouth. He must have forgotten who he was for a moment.
You placed a hand on your chest, begging your heart to stop beating so fast and loud.
He waved his hands frantically in front of your face. "Please don't come closer." You begged, scared you might actually die first.
"I won't scream." Your voice was too squeaky at the moment to make any loud sounds anyway.
His relief was visible. You looked at him. Somehow, he looked even more obvious than he did before. Maybe because you now knew who he was.
"W-what are you doing here?" You asked, finding your voice. "I'm here for the art." He replied, his voice a bit muffled.
"Isn't it a bit risky?" You asked, looking around. Your heart was still pounding but you didn't want to seem too starstruck.
"It's worth it." He answered simply. Despite your inner disorientation, you made a face.
"For this gallery?" You looked around trying to see if you missed the uniqueness of the place. No, there was nothing particularly special about it.
"Not the whole gallery. Just two works in particular." He answered, turning his attention back to the painting in front of you two.
"Oh," you said, still unable to believe you were casually talking to Jimin in public. "So far, this is the only one I like." You told him.
He looked at you again. You shifted uncomfortably even though you couldn't see his eyes behind the glasses. "Why?"
You were surprised by the question. "Um, because it's the only one that's different. And I hate the others." You answered honestly.
He chuckled a little. "You're quite blunt." He noted. "I don't see why I have to lie about liking anything here." You said, partially forgetting who you were talking to.
"You said you come here for two pieces. What's the second?" You asked. "It's a sculpture further down. It's something someone I know made."
"Okay." You stared at the painting again. "This is literally the most beautiful thing I've seen since we got here."
"We?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm here with my class." You replied. "Dammit." You said as soon as you realised you'd spent longer than you intended and had no clue where your class would be.
"Do you have to go or something?" Jimin asked curiously. "Nah," you shook your head. As if you'd leave Jimin to stay with people you didn't like. "I'll just join them when they come back around."
He pulled his mask underneath his chin. He gave you a smile and you thought you were going to melt into a puddle.
"What's your name?" He asked. "Y/N." You answered. "That's a really pretty name." He told you. "Thank you." You barely stopped yourself from squealing.
"What type of art do you like?" He asked. "Uh, any type but the ones they have here." You replied, earning a small laugh from Jimin.
You both continued to talk for a couple of minutes before someone grabbed your arm. You turned to find your friend looking at you.
"Y/N, where have you been? I looked behind me and you weren't there anymore." She said without even sparing Jimin a glance.
"Come on, we have to get back before the teacher notices." She added. "But–" you started to say, glancing at Jimin.
Your only friend from class was already pulling you away. "She's going to do a headcount and you know how our teacher gets, we have to go."
You looked behind as you were being taken away. "Ji–" you stopped yourself before you exposed him.
"It's okay." He said. "I'll be here same day, same time next week!" He called out softly. "I'll wait for you right here." He gestured to where he was standing.
He waved as he started to back away, pulling his mask back on. "Bye," you said in a low disappointed voice.
Sighing, you turned back to your friend. Right now, you felt like hitting her but you knew she was only looking out for you.
Then you smiled. Park Jimin said he would be waiting here for you. For him, you were willing to make the trip back here.
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sometimes i write imagines. and i'll be dedicating each one too.
