The Pretenders | a BTS series

Am I Visible? (1)

Aizel's POV

March 25, 2017
2:07 PM

I moved to the next painting to my right and when I was in front of it, a curve formed on my lips.

"I'm glad he has also good days." I thought out loud.

"What do you mean?" a voice replied to my thought.

I looked behind me and there stood a guy wearing a brown coat. He's attractive, honestly, but I was too attracted with the paintings to appreciate his beauty.

"I mean look at the rays of sun here at the right side and the look on the boy's face. He might not be smiling but the fact that he's facing the east and the sun may mean that he's hopeful. The painter is hopeful when he was painting this." I replied.

"Wow. It's like you really know the guy." He said.

"Um... Yeah. Sometimes I also think that. Are you also a fan of Whalien?" I asked the stranger.

"Hmm... I know him."

I was frozen there. In front of the stranger.

"Hey, are you okay miss?" he asked.

"I-I... yeah, I'm fine." I stuttered as I reply, "So you're saying that you and Whalien are like friends or something?"

"Kinda. Yeah." He casually replied as if it's not a big deal.

"Oh my gosh! Can you tell him that I'm his biggest fan? Like, I pursued the line of psychology because of his artworks. Oh my and-"

"Um... let me cut you there because," he said and looked around us. I also looked around because of his action.

"Oh." That is when I realized that people are looking at us weirdly. I guess I was being too loud inside the museum. "I'm sorry."

He laughed at me, "What if we continue this talk about Whalien over a cup of coffee or something?"

"Um... You're right. Then you can relay to him my messages right?" I hopefully asked.

"Sure." He smiled. I can't help but notice how good-looking he was.

"Oh by the way, I'm Aizel, but you can call me Zel." I said while extending my hand for a handshake.

He shook my hand, "I'm Taehyung."

2: 32 PM

"Oh, and also tell him that this is my favorite painting that he made." I said while showing Taehyung a picture from my cellphone.

It is a painting of a whale under the dark colored sea.

"Look at the shades of blue, it's like it's in a deep part of the sea. And by its eyes' shape, I think it's crying. Others think that this is just a simple work of his' but I think this is the most precious of it all. I think this is his main persona, characterized by the whale." I explained, "I think Whalien is a lonely boy when he was a kid. I even think he was an orphan and in the place where he grew, no one's listening to him, maybe that is what drove him to paint instead."

Taehyung just stared at me with his 'how-did-you-know-that?' look.

"I want to tell you that I'm really good in deducing someone's actions and some facial expressions and I can see that what I just said was right, am I right?" I confidently asked for confirmation.

"Ah-I, I'm not supposed to say anything about Whalien. I, I can't answer you." He said.

"So who is she?" the waiter asked.

Wait. What? Why did the waiter ask if who am I?

"She's Aizel, just someone I met in the museum. She wants me to relay messages to Whalien." Taehyung replied to the tall waiter.

When I looked at him, I thought twice if he's a waiter because his uniform is different from the the cashier girl who was constantly looking at him.

"Hmm." The waiter replied to Taehyung with a smirking face then he left to go towards the next table.

"He's your friend?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Wait, by any chance, is that Whalien? Why did he smirk like that when you mentioned him?"

"Haha. No he's not. He's the manager of this coffee shop. In fact..." Taehyung leaned closer, "He's the owner as well."

"Wow!" I said while looking at the tall guy roaming around asking for orders. "But why is he asking for orders?"

"He said, it's his thing, I don't know. Okay, back to Whalien." He said, "why did his paintings caught your interest?"

"I think his paintings are his way of shouting, you know what I mean? And I think I understand him. I understand what it feels to not be heard or to be neglected because of being different."

He once again gave me that look. The look that says 'the hell, you're right!', but in a sad way.

"Please tell him that there are people like me, who can hear him. I hope he'll find someone who can understand him. Oh, if you're his friend, I want to thank you for befriending him. Because if my deductions are correct, he really needs a friend, someone to rely on to." I said.

He sipped from his cup of tea.

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