not for sale
It wasn’t often that Jaeyoon actually went to the showings of his art. The typical wealthy and entitled people that ran in those circles being far from his type. It also kind of hurt to see all the young kids that came just to take an Instagram picture then leave. But the owner for this particular gallery had insisted he come, saying how it would help sales if he was present to talk about the art. Little did the owner know how anti-social he was at these events.
Clad in worn black jeans and a black dress shirt, a leather jacket over it, he arrived well after the event had begun. The owner, who was talking to a woman in a long dress, spotted him instantly. He flashed a grin as she shot him a look that screamed where have you been. Jaeyoon didn’t pay her much mind and instead headed straight for the open bar to order himself a vodka tonic.
He stayed there throughout the night, talking with the bartender more than anyone else, despite the owner’s attempts at bringing guests over to talk with him. Each one would eventually realize how one-sided the conversation was and move on. The young artist had soon downed enough drinks that he had more courage in him, subtly flirting with the bartender in attempts to figure out if the tuxedo sporting man was interested in him. Jaeyoon was just beginning to actually enjoy himself when the owner brought over a young woman that seemed to be about his age.
“Apollo. This young woman would like to buy some of your artwork.” He turned with a grin and a half-filled glass in one hand. “Well then. Name the piece and I’ll name the price.” It took a moment but closer up, there was no mistake. This woman was from Cheongnam. A part of his past that he wanted to stay the past. Bora. That was her name. She had been a year ahead of him as well. He knew if he made this quick, it was very unlikely that she would recognize him.
