The Print | bts

02 | Are you God?

"Shit" said the man as he hurried to her side, his friend, Myungho, noticed Eunbi kneeling on the ground and rushed towards her.

"Hey, are you okay?" he said grabbing her hair and pushing it away from her face. Eunbi was internally screaming from embarrassment, the thought of throwing up in front of class made her want to throw herself in the trash. But she held herself together pretty well. The man took a small fan from his bag and gave her some air. The few people in the room were all alert.

"Do you need water?" Said a girl from the other side of the classroom. Eunbi shook her head and took a deep breath. She held the man's shoulder as she stood up and finally got back to her senses, a bit sweaty but she was ok.

Both men stared at her as she took a deep breath. And just like if a switch went off on Eunbi's brain she was back to normal, with the help of the two men she got back up on her feet. "I'm okay now... I think." She looked at both men and she seemed to recognize one of them. "You're that one photographer dude." Eunbi pointed at the man who was holding the electric fan. "Seo Myungho." He introduced himself to her.

Her face was slowly regaining it's usual color. Myungho and his friend stayed next to her until they made sure she was a hundred percent okay. "Oh shit, you made this?" the other man asked when he caught a glimpse of the textile. Eunbi hesitatingly nodded. "Wait this is actually really good. You mind if I take a couple of pictures of this?" Myungho asked pointing at his camera.

Her mind was spinning due to the question he asked. Should he take a picture of it? She knew Myungho was known around campus for his online following. A simple upload of one of your works to his page and you'd get instant recognition, some people even get job opportunities. Eunbi knew that if she agreed to get the picture taken her anxiety will sky rocket even more and she'll have to call Sooyoung and--

"It's okay if you don't want me to take pictures. I can wait until it is up in Mr. Kim's gallery if you want." He interrupted her thoughts. She shook her head. "Yeah, besides, the lighting here is yucky." She nervously chuckled. "Sure, here's my number. Just message me if you come up with other masterpieces or maybe if you want to hang out or something." He smiled sweetly at her and handed her a laminated, black card with contact info. The two men interrogated her again making sure she was okay before they all exited the workshop.

She unconciously power-walked through the campus looking for a coffee shop that wasn't filled to the brim with students. Despite the cold weather she found herself sweating.

She found a small bakery with nobody in except for an obviously distressed man angrily scribbling away at a notebook and a pretty cashier. She sat at one of the tables and pulled out the mysterious assignment.

The more she stared at it the more beautiful it got. Maybe it was a sign, maybe it was a gift from the gods blessing her with her first feature on a proper art gallery. Maybe she actually made this print unconsiously in one of the many manic episodes she had last night.

"... are you god?" Eunbi accidentaly said out loud as if she was having a conversation with the art piece. The distressed man turned to look at her in confusion as if telling her to stop being weird. His eyes wandered to the cloth on Eunbi's table and he shot up from his seat and angrily walked towards her.

"Where did you get this?" The man asked. Eunbi looked up at him and saw a blank face in contrast to his chaotic demeanor. "I made it... I think." She said while scratching her neck. The man turned to look at her and she gulped.

"Liar." he said with a monotone voice. "It's mine." He sat down in front of her.

You'd expect someone would've been incredibly mad when their art work had been stolen, but this was not the case. The man was surprisingly okay, he found the situation funny.