Finally, after the pandemic made it impossible, Mina had tickets to Seoul. 2025 was her year. 24 years old and solo, she was ready to walk Korean soil. The discoveries would be endless, the expected and the happily unexpected.
Mina's POV Making our way to the art gallery, I had second thoughts. "You swear I won't offend anyone?"
He smiled. "It's a dress and boots under your black coat. I don't see the problem."
"But it's bold and not Korean looking." I did always do my best to dress in the style of his country. It did ease people's minds.
"Like you. Is it not?" I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. "Don't look at me like that. You're an artist. What did they think you'd show up in? Something beige? If you didn't have something in mind, I would have found something." He lifted the simple small beaded necklace around his neck. "You're letting me borrow this to match." He pulled at his coat showing his belt. "And the early Christmas present."
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It eased me down. "How could I not hand it to you?" I fixed my dress under my coat. "Prep me. How will it go?"
He detailed everything. "We enter, a few pictures as we greet the people in charge of the event. Some small talk, but you'll like it better since it will be on deep topics or asking for your opinions. Surely pictures as we look at the art. I'll probably buy a piece if one catches my eye. We'll have to listen to a speech. We might be seated if the artist explains their creative process. I'll never leave you alone unless you're comfortable with it." He carefully took hold of my hand. "Sounds good?"
I squeezed his hand a bit. "Great."
Namjoon's POV We entered the gallery together, not holding hands. She made the rational point that it didn't look professional and I was invited as an artist. Even if I was allowed a plus one, RM was on the invite. We bowed down crossing the door. I shook the hand of the gallery director, so did she. Her smile was as charming as ever. There were assigned seats at the tables. We were kindly guided to those seats to leave our coats. My partner hesitated. She undid the buttons of her coat. "Let me help you with that, Kitten." It made her chuckle lightly. I got behind her and took it off her, gently. "You wore that dress for a reason. It's art itself."
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She even had the boots to match.
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