𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Art | h.rj

"Wha- Why can't I?" You complained to the security. You walked and yet again, you were thrown off the ground, making you fall back as you scoff.

"Your money isn't enough for you to enter the art hall of Mr. Huang. It costs 50,000 won per person and you only have 3,000." The security crossed his arms over his chest.

You were in the brim of tears. You needed an entrance to sketch one piece of art. One freaking piece as a project.

So much for being an art major. You thought while your blood boiled.

You looked at the ground while people entered with a smile, handing out their tickets and money.

You can already imagine what words Mr. Lee would blurt out to scold you for not having a sketch of an artist's creation.

"Let the girl in." You heard a voice, making your gaze shoot up at the man who was talking to the security.

The security gulped and fiddled with his fingers. "But Mr. Huang, she has no-"

"Don't worry," He looked back at you making your eyes widen at the beauty of the artist. "she's with me."

Your heart skipped a beat, but it was oh so late when you stood up, he already went inside. You looked at the security with wide eyes as he rolled his.

"If Mr. Huang isn't too down-to-earth you would've rotted on the floor, begging for me to let you in." The security guard threw an attitude, making him cause you a desire to pull the man's hair.

You shove off your thoughts and excitedly open your bag to grab your pencil and sketchpad. You dazed on the paintings and art on the wall. Lined up in one hall.

"Wow," you breathed out. Other people were crowding on one spot and the others are still admiring some of the art.

You went closer to the crowd and saw cameramen and reporters, specially fans who were desperate to see the artist.

You saw Mr. Huang again, obviously being breath-taken by his visuals and kindness as he answered the questions calmly.

"What's your inspiration, Mr. Huang Renjun?!" One reporter asked.

Renjun's smile faded down as he looked at the ground, taking a deep breath.

"I would love to say, it's who– rather than a what." Mr. Huang smiled at the cameramen as the crowd filled with murmurings.

"Then, who is your inspiration?" The same reporter said. Renjun's gaze accidentally fell on you making his smile wipe off.

"Mr. Huang?" One reporter bugged off Renjun's thoughts making him blink a couple of times.

"It's a girl. A girl that doesn't remember me." The crowd questioned more, but the security guards came to the rescue to block the reporters and lead Mr. Huang to a secluded place.

You still have a quizzical look, wondering who might've be. You shook off the thought and wandered more in the art hall.

You saw a huge door on the very end of the hall, your curiosity growing.

You decided to enter the room and saw a big painting of a girl on a wall of a very big room.

"Why is it separated from the rest?" You mumbled to yourself sitting on the couch in front of the painting. You admired it some more and decided to sketch the piece of art.

You were enjoying the fact that a smile on your lips involuntarily creeps up whenever you glance at the painting.

"Excuse me?" A familiar voice surprised you, causing you to jolt and turn to the voice.

"Oh! Mr. Huang," you bowed as he stood behind the door. He entered the room and closed the door.

"This is an off limited area, didn't you see the sign?" Mr. Huang asked, staring at your figure with eyes boring to your skin.

"I- uhm..I'm sorry, I didn't." You said. Silence took over the place as you cleared your throat.

"Why is this painting separated from the rest? It needs more recognition." You said, glancing at the man who was looking at you with a growing smile.

"Is it beautiful?" Mr. Huang asked with a genuine smile. His dented cheeks very evident from a far as your heart fluttered.

"It's gorgeous." You praised with a complimenting smile.

His cheeky smile was now gone. Staring at your figure with glistening eyes. Full of hurt and brimming tears—as if you said an insult.

"Why?" He paused, looking at the ground and back to you.

"because they're of you?"