sculpture! jin x oc
Genre : fantasy au, fluff, slight angst, strangers to roommates to lovers
Summary : Every Sunday you liked to go somewhere peaceful and relax. This time though, you come across a magnificent piece of art, meant to change your life, as you knew it.
Word count : 2.7K
Insp : Destino (It’s a beautiful animated short film by Salvador Dali & Walt Disney, search it on youtube and you won’t be disappointed in the very least)
PART 1
As every other Sunday, this one you chose a new place, quite faraway from home, to explore. This time, you found a little forest to hike, in a small mountain. People were coming and going , though it wasn’t too crowded for a weekend. Just perfect to relieve all pented stress from the previous week and reload energy for the week to come.
It had grown as a habit in you for a year now, as you kept every Sunday to yourself, since early in the morning until late in the afternoon to go somewhere in nature to meditate, relax and exercise. Hiking or biking seemed like the right type of activity, as it had a goal and made you feel closer to nature. Was it a river, a mountain, a forest or a big maze-like park, you tried to find a different place each Sunday to recharge your batteries.
Parking your car in the base of the hill before you, you grabbed your backpack and entered the forest. Sunlight was mostly blocked by the trees, but still the warm autumn breeze filled the atmosphere. Weather was not too sunny nor too windy, just right. The air had a fresh feeling as it entered your lungs, creating almost a music piece as it danced through the branches. Your eyes felt like they were being cleansed in all the green that unleashed before you.
You soon came to a turning point, having to choose a path, when you realised there wasn't anyone around, nor were there any maps. It wasn't your first time though, with such a challenge. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of nature to overwhelm you.
The choice was made. As you opened your eyes, you realised the path that your instincts urged you to choose was the one that looked more passable.
Seconds passed, minutes passed and around an hour of walking through the mountain forest later you felt tired enough to search for a place to rest as you would indulge in the snacks you had prepared. You continued wandering, while looking for somewhere to rest, when you heard sounds of falling water. Was there a small waterfall around there? Or maybe a fountain? There was only one way to find out.
With a whining stomach you kept up chasing the sound of water for some minutes as you found a tiny oasis in the forest, which was almost invisible from a few meters away, blending completely with its surroundings.
As you predicted, there was a fountain with fresh water, but this wasn't the part that blinded your eyes and had your jaw fall open with awe. In front of the magnificent fountain there was a sculpture. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes upon.
It portrayed a young man with spectacular facial features, full lips, loosely curled hair, beautifully shaped nose and a dazzling pair of eyes you couldn't even begin to imagine how they could even be illustrated on a sculpture. He had an amazingly shaped body, toned chest, a wonderful set of abs and muscled thighs and calves. His feet were bare, the right one a little bit in front of the other and his middle was covered in a piece of cloth. His arms were toned as well, the one on his side while the other was in front of him as if asking the person before him to come and take his hand. Which person, in this case, happened to be you.
How have you never seen or heard of this statue before? It definitely was worth of being in worldwide famous museums. You did a quick research of this mountain before coming, but there was nothing to be found about this exquisiteness in front of you.
The way his characteristics were portrayed was just mesmerising. And how his hand was extended, welcomed you to observe him closer. How could his lips look so full, so plump, so soft. It was only a piece of marble, sculpted to look like that. How could it inspire such feelings to its observer was beyond you.
It was only a piece of marble but suddenly the only thing you wanted was to put your lips on this sculptured young man's alluring ones. How could it possibly feel? In every sculpture museum you've visited, it was never allowed to touch the art. And now not only did you want to touch it but kiss it as well.
Embarrassment overwhelmed you in an instant, making you feel stupid. How could this thought even pass your brain. And actually thinking over it was even worse. However, the feeling was so intense. Who would ever know? You hadn't even seen a human for more than an hour.
So, you took the first step, then the second one and without realising it, you were in front of the beautifully sculptured boy. You put your hand in his extended one and then, giving yourself the final mental push, you tiptoed and pecked his marbled lips.
They were cold, but impossibly smooth. WIth closed eyes you stayed there for a few seconds. These moments, the only things left in the world was the birds that were chirping in the forest, the sound of falling water getting stronger, the breeze getting chillier and more powerful making the branches swinging vigoursly, an electricity present in the air. Nothing of these going through your head. Your mind was blank, no sound, no image, just this unprecedented raw emotion, a combination of excitement, bliss, only a couple seconds of exhilaration. This should be what a moment of euphoria feels like.
And then you woke up from your spell. Opening your eyes, every other human emotion overwhelmed you, bringing you back to earth quite violently. This wasn’t a fairytale nor were your kinks ever that weird. Why did you even want to do that?
A drop of rain fell on your forehead, bringing you back to reality. No one saw you there so you pushed back every thought of shame and went to gather your stuff to get going. There was no forecast of raining, you had checked and the scenario of returning home full of mud was far from ideal. You had to hurry up.
After drinking some water and refilling your bottle, you were ready to leave. At that very moment, though, you felt the earth vibrating. Oh God, why now? You had no idea what to do. No earthquake drill on school prepares you for when you would be alone walking on a mountain. No table to crouch under, just enormous trees that could easily kill you or trap you there forever if they were to fall on you. The soil under your feet started shaking even more intensely. The rain got heavier quickly, too. After, putting on your hoody and holding it tightly to your body, as to shiled you from the falling water, you tried to look for a place with fewer trees but you couldn't stand to move, as if with your every move you would make a deadly mistake, so you just crouched down on your place, next to the fountain. It looked ancient so it should shelter you from any danger, unless it was the one to fall on you and kill you.
The earthquake continued for three to four minutes as you were there holding on your knees, praying that you wouldn’t die right that moment. The rain intensified by the seconds. The wind vigorously moved every tree from one direction to the other, making small and enormous branches drop here and there but thankfully far from yourself. Some short branches fell off the trees and covered the sculpture.
At that moment, a white noise echoed. Sounds of crumbling, shattering. I hope I don’t die here alone, oh lord. And then, as abruptly it had all began, it stopped altogether. No wind shaking vigorously everything in its way. No rain falling so heavily it hurt your skin. No earthquake shaking the ground you stood upon.
A thin fog of dust had arisen. You coughed through it a few times and then the dust settled. Scared as a little mouse, without having moved an inch all this time, you rose up to your feet and took the most careful steps you could, with the irrational fear that if your step was even a bit heavier, the earth would shallow you whole right that instant. As you took the place around you once more, the picture had changed. The sculpture of the young man was nowhere to be seen. How could it not be there? You have seen it just now, you have touched it, heavens, you even kissed it! Approaching the scene, you couldn’t believe what you stood in front of. You rubbed your eyes.
No, this isn’t possible.
In the place where the statue previously stood, now was a naked young man, very much alike the previous statue, covered in the branches, which fell earlier. How? Why? Who was he? How did this happen? Why did you have to be here? Where was the statue? How did this man suddenly appear here and naked on top of that? Was he a pervert? Was all of this just a prank? Should you run just as fast as you can faraway from here? This was always the best solution.
In the midst of your breakdown the man coughed in the fetal position he had. He looked helpless. You didn’t believe in outer appearances, but this person didn’t look like a pervert at all. You took a few steps closer. Always the scaredy-cat, you took a long branch and poked the arm of the semi-concious man.
And then, he slowly opened his eyes. Slightly open, dark brown pair of eyes looked around, trying to adjust to the natural bright light. He languidly shifted his balance to his left forearm, his right hand blocked any sunlight breaking through the clouds and though the cramped branches.
“Who are you?” you asked trembling with fear, “How did you come here?”
The man only then did realise that there was another human before him. He stared at you for a moment, his lips slightly open. Observing his face, it was obvious that this person had absolutely no idea about what was happening.
Was he really the statue that was there before? How could it be?
His eyes were trying to see everything at once, focusing nowhere, one moment looking at you, the other at the environment around him. After a few seconds he looked at himself, his arms, his legs, his body. Oh Lord, he was truly naked.
You had before you a completely naked, gorgeous, man.
He tried hurriedly to cover himself, the tree branches and twigs doing little to cover him along with the white clothe that had appeared with him. He hadn’t spoke a word till now, though his embarassment and self-consciousness were clearly evident. Your mind was screaming at you since the beginning of all this to run away as fast as you can. But you had stayed. And now, you had this urge to help this poor man. He didn’t appear in any way to be able to harm you, only tried to cover himself in vain.
(BUT WAS HE REALLY A STATUE?)
You had to sort things right. First things first. You hadn’t abandon the man till now. Until he gives you a reason, you will behave like a human and help him. Who knows how he ended up like this.
You took your backpack in your hands, searching for the big anorak you always carried in case of sudden rain, wondering why didn’t you use it on yourself before, catching the attention of the young man, who was now crawling away from you. You were both scaring each other, so at least as the one wearing clothes, you had to make the first move. You held the anorak in your hand taking few slow, steady steps towards the man.
“You can put it on, for now. It’s the only thing i have, but it will cover you up probably” you spoke weakly but clearly, while gesturing for him how to wear it.
“You understand what I’m saying right?” you asked and he nodded his head positively.
“Okay, I will go behind the fountain, to give you some privacy”, you mumbled. The urge to run away intensified again. You went around the small fountain and waited for the man. You could hear the branches falling off him and after a few seconds you could see his shoulders and head, trying to put on the clothing. As soon as he raised his arms and the raincoat covered his body, you saw him crouching down, hissing from pain.
You went around the fountain only to see his body bent. His moves were sluggish, he looked like every move was difficult to make.
And what now? He tried smiling at you. Why hasn’t he spoken until now, not even for a thank you? He seemed like he had heared you every time you spoke, at least. While trying to think about what to do now, without realising it you took a moment to stare at him. Before you, there was a drop-dead gorgeous tall man, with an athletic body, broad shoulders, long slim legs and a face that was straight out of a renaissance painting; high nose, full lips, framed by long black hair that reached his toned torso. And these mesmerizing dazzling brown eyes staring right back at you.
He smiled again weakly at you, possibly trying to show you his gratitude. Was he thirsty? Hungry? The man looked ill, weak. Multiple worries going through your head, your hands started trembling, your eyes shifting at your limbs to the ground. What has just happened? You were alone with this man in the woods of a mountain you went for the first time. No other person has passed for hours now. You weren’t safe, you had to leave. Why hadn’t you leave till now? What if he were to hurt you?
One Breath. Inhale, one, two, three. Exhale, one, two, three.
You looked at the man before you. He was in far worse state than you. Even if he tried something funny, you had him, as long as you kept your calm. His mental state was for sure much worse than your own.
“Hey, um, do you want some water maybe?” you asked pointing at the fountain next to you. “Or maybe something to eat? I have some snacks. I mean, they were for me, but we can share. Either way, it’s not that I’ll stay for as long as I thought.” you searched your bag for said snacks as the boy waved his hand to politely decline, just the moment his stomach growled in opposition to that sentiment.
You smiled softly, as he made his way to the fountain. The anorak thankfully covered him down to his knees, allowing him to move freely, in opposition to his body, which felt stiff with each movement. While the boy satisfied his thirst with fresh water, you sat on some rocks that had fallen awkwardly due to the previous earthquake and prepared your lunch.
After both of you sharing quietly your food, you mustered up the courage to begin your questioning.
“I’m ------ by the way. What’s your name?” you simply asked him. The boy opened his mouth trying to speak, but couldn’t utter a word. His eyes fell to the ground, he looked disappointed at his own self.
Then, hope in his dazzling eyes looking at you briefly, he took a small twig he wrote on the soil below you.
“Kim… Seok… Jin?” you spoke.
He nodded with a gentle smile on his face.
“Well, i guess it was nice to meet you” you replied, “More weird than nice, if you think about it” you continued smiling back at him.
“Would you like to come with me, Seokjin?”
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Posted on 12-12-2020
