Minjun had been staring at the poster for a long time. That same drawing that he had seen in his dream. He wondered. Did a man who saw him like this really want to meet him? The truth was that he couldn't know and wouldn't know until he found out for himself.
So finally, after long enough that the woman selling tickets had gotten nervous, Minjun paid for a ticket and walked in.
He did stand out a little, with his dyed hair, the piercings and the tattoos, even though most of them were covered right now. But his clothes weren't exactly conservative either. Too tight, too torn. And he had never doubted his style before, but right now he doubted anything. Maybe he shouldn't have put on the eyeliner? Whatever. Too late now.
He stepped inside the gallery and his heart was thundering in his chest. He almost wondered if others could hear it. He walked slowly, looking at pictures and barely able to really take them in, when all he wanted was to see him.
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So finally, after long enough that the woman selling tickets had gotten nervous, Minjun paid for a ticket and walked in.
He did stand out a little, with his dyed hair, the piercings and the tattoos, even though most of them were covered right now. But his clothes weren't exactly conservative either. Too tight, too torn. And he had never doubted his style before, but right now he doubted anything. Maybe he shouldn't have put on the eyeliner? Whatever. Too late now.
He stepped inside the gallery and his heart was thundering in his chest. He almost wondered if others could hear it. He walked slowly, looking at pictures and barely able to really take them in, when all he wanted was to see him.