《 ※ 》 THERE WAS QUITE an assortment of ‘artwork’ on display at the park. On top of that, there were also quite a handful of couples here too; pairings of varying shapes and sizes, complexions and skin tones. Some seemed bashful and embarrassed, while others were simply enjoying themselves, getting lost in the midst of both conversation and being in awe by the sculptures that were present across every few footsteps. And it was interesting to watch. The way cheeks would shift from their usual pale or tanned shade to that of rosy hues. Granted, who wouldn’t feel that way when staring directly at phallic, three-dimensional statues made of wire, stone or something else entirely. Art. Freedom of expression. Liberation of thoughts and images in the form of sculptures. These in particular were of a specific theme, specific body parts to be exact. Quite a surprise for such a conservative nation, yet this was indeed, quite liberating to cast dark brown pools upon. The next piece is that of a woman. Back arched in a perfect curve, accentuating on a pair of full, round breasts, displaying such grace and flexibility. It was a rather large piece, actually. What it was made of, he couldn’t be too certain. He didn’t dare touch any of the sculptures ( especially when one never knew where those hands from other’s had been ). Would much rather play it safe than sorry. A soft sigh slips passed his lips as he takes in the way those mounds are shaped. Almost too perfect to say the least. And he decides to voice it to the companion ( @icemiracle ) that happened to be by his side during the time.
❝ Do you think the model, the artist had worked on this — do you think the model’s breasts were real or fake ? ❞ Something for them to think about as they continued to gaze upon, studying and analyzing it down to the very core. Or as much of it as they could, honestly. Sangcheol’s head slowly drifts off to the side, dark optics squinting while he explores the bodice more, the shape of the woman whom he assumes is either reaching her peak of pleasure or something interpreted entirely different from onlookers who happened to pass by.
Hmm. As he continues to stand there, he’s quick to take notice that most if not all of the people present were indeed, couples. Heterosexual couples. Soon, irises are lifting away from the oversized statue to take in more of his surroundings. They, him and Suriel, were the only two here that were paired up as male and male. Huh. Not that he cared. Just, what was their reason for coming here again, for ‘science ?’ Scoping out a potential spot to bring their future partners or something like that ? Another thing such a conservation country was little about ( or kept quite under wraps ) homosexual relations and partnerships.
And this—this makes him realize he’s a part of the minority. Is that why people were looking at us oddly ? Can two friends who are on vacation not enjoy a very sensual park together ?
