Chapter 99: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 99 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
"Ban Jeong-hoon? He's a beggar, a real beggar. I've never seen him carry more than ten thousand won in his wallet. I thought he would spend some money if we broke up. He sent me a text saying he left a last gift at my house, so I thought it might be a designer bag or something. But guess what, he left flowers. Flowers that become trash once they wilt! That just proves he's a beggar through and through."
When I heard those words from Youngju, I dropped the paintbrush I was holding.
Those flowers were bought with two months of my allowance.
A foul smell seemed to come from the beautiful flowers.
The rottenness inside was emanating from the flowers that looked beautiful on the outside.
That day, when my gesture of apology was scorned as a beggar's act, I didn't resent her but rather despaired over myself.
Why was I born into this family?
Why did my father die so early, and why does my brother have a disability that perpetuates our cycle of poverty?
I shut myself in my room for days, and when I finally looked in the mirror, I looked crazy.
A dirty, disgusting, pitiful, and precarious child, tainted by poverty.
But maybe that's fortunate? I've been used to being treated like a beggar.
It was just that it was the first time I heard such words from someone I once loved.
I soon came to my senses.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, and showered.
Trying to wash off the foul smell clinging to my body.
And I never painted flowers again. Nor showed interest in the opposite sex.
Both flowers and love would wither and disappear the moment they realized the poverty writhing within my essence.
Youngju's cautious voice reached my ears.
"I think I'm a bit drunk, I said something unnecessary. Sorry! Just forget it."
Youngju, making a gesture of pleading with hands clasped together. I chuckled and lightly punched her on the shoulder.
"It's okay, between us, what's there to..."
I took a deep breath and continued.
"I forgot. It's all becoming vague now."
"........................"
"Did you pack everything?"
"Yeah."
"How many pairs of underwear did you pack?"
"Ah, why ask such a thing?"
"Did you pack enough?"
"If I run out, I can buy more there. Let's try Italian underwear this time."
"Keke, good idea."
I wanted to spend more time with Youngju, but the late-night bus was about to arrive. Missing it means waiting for more than 30 minutes.
We exchanged final goodbyes and parted ways.
Soon, I will be leaving Korea.
What will happen there?
My heart throbs with excitement turning into anticipation.
**
In the place where Jeong-hoon left.
Youngju, left alone, blankly watched Jeong-hoon's retreating figure as he hurriedly headed to the bus stop. After he completely disappeared from her view, she looked at her hand that had just shaken his.
"He's gone."
Her face revealed the disappointment she had tried to hide.
Youngju stared at her hand for a while, then clenched it into a fist and exhaled sharply through her nose.
"I'll protect the company until the boss returns. Aja, aja! Let's do well, Seo Young-ju!"
With her fist clenched and cheering herself on, Young-ju glanced around in the direction Jeong-hoon had pointed earlier, muttering to herself.
"But what was that about? Where's this art gallery he mentioned? And what's this talk of a gift?"
In front of Young-ju, there was nothing but an abandoned, desolate building, with only a bleak wind blowing eerily between the building and her.
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Chapter 99 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
"Ban Jeong-hoon? He's a beggar, a real beggar. I've never seen him carry more than ten thousand won in his wallet. I thought he would spend some money if we broke up. He sent me a text saying he left a last gift at my house, so I thought it might be a designer bag or something. But guess what, he left flowers. Flowers that become trash once they wilt! That just proves he's a beggar through and through."
When I heard those words from Youngju, I dropped the paintbrush I was holding.
Those flowers were bought with two months of my allowance.
A foul smell seemed to come from the beautiful flowers.
The rottenness inside was emanating from the flowers that looked beautiful on the outside.
That day, when my gesture of apology was scorned as a beggar's act, I didn't resent her but rather despaired over myself.
Why was I born into this family?
Why did my father die so early, and why does my brother have a disability that perpetuates our cycle of poverty?
I shut myself in my room for days, and when I finally looked in the mirror, I looked crazy.
A dirty, disgusting, pitiful, and precarious child, tainted by poverty.
But maybe that's fortunate? I've been used to being treated like a beggar.
It was just that it was the first time I heard such words from someone I once loved.
I soon came to my senses.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, and showered.
Trying to wash off the foul smell clinging to my body.
And I never painted flowers again. Nor showed interest in the opposite sex.
Both flowers and love would wither and disappear the moment they realized the poverty writhing within my essence.
Youngju's cautious voice reached my ears.
"I think I'm a bit drunk, I said something unnecessary. Sorry! Just forget it."
Youngju, making a gesture of pleading with hands clasped together. I chuckled and lightly punched her on the shoulder.
"It's okay, between us, what's there to..."
I took a deep breath and continued.
"I forgot. It's all becoming vague now."
"........................"
"Did you pack everything?"
"Yeah."
"How many pairs of underwear did you pack?"
"Ah, why ask such a thing?"
"Did you pack enough?"
"If I run out, I can buy more there. Let's try Italian underwear this time."
"Keke, good idea."
I wanted to spend more time with Youngju, but the late-night bus was about to arrive. Missing it means waiting for more than 30 minutes.
We exchanged final goodbyes and parted ways.
Soon, I will be leaving Korea.
What will happen there?
My heart throbs with excitement turning into anticipation.
**
In the place where Jeong-hoon left.
Youngju, left alone, blankly watched Jeong-hoon's retreating figure as he hurriedly headed to the bus stop. After he completely disappeared from her view, she looked at her hand that had just shaken his.
"He's gone."
Her face revealed the disappointment she had tried to hide.
Youngju stared at her hand for a while, then clenched it into a fist and exhaled sharply through her nose.
"I'll protect the company until the boss returns. Aja, aja! Let's do well, Seo Young-ju!"
With her fist clenched and cheering herself on, Young-ju glanced around in the direction Jeong-hoon had pointed earlier, muttering to herself.
"But what was that about? Where's this art gallery he mentioned? And what's this talk of a gift?"
In front of Young-ju, there was nothing but an abandoned, desolate building, with only a bleak wind blowing eerily between the building and her.
Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi
.
Chapter 99 2 - The Mysterious Art Museum"Ban Jeong-hoon? He's a beggar, a real beggar. I've never seen him carry more than ten thousand won in his wallet. I thought he would spend some money if we broke up. He sent me a text saying he left a last gift at my house, so I thought it might be a designer bag or something. But guess what, he left flowers. Flowers that become trash once they wilt! That just proves he's a beggar through and through."When I heard those words from Youngju, I dropped the paintbrush I was holding.Those flowers were bought with two months of my allowance.A foul smell seemed to come from the beautiful flowers.The rottenness inside was emanating from the flowers that looked beautiful on the outside.That day, when my gesture of apology was scorned as a beggar's act, I didn't resent her but rather despaired over myself.Why was I born into this family?Why did my father die so early, and why does my brother have a disability that perpetuates our cycle of poverty?I shut myself in my room for days, and when I finally looked in the mirror, I looked crazy.A dirty, disgusting, pitiful, and precarious child, tainted by poverty.But maybe that's fortunate? I've been used to being treated like a beggar.It was just that it was the first time I heard such words from someone I once loved.I soon came to my senses.I washed my face, brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, and showered.Trying to wash off the foul smell clinging to my body.And I never painted flowers again. Nor showed interest in the opposite sex.Both flowers and love would wither and disappear the moment they realized the poverty writhing within my essence.Youngju's cautious voice reached my ears."I think I'm a bit drunk, I said something unnecessary. Sorry! Just forget it."Youngju, making a gesture of pleading with hands clasped together. I chuckled and lightly punched her on the shoulder."It's okay, between us, what's there to..."I took a deep breath and continued."I forgot. It's all becoming vague now.""........................""Did you pack everything?""Yeah.""How many pairs of underwear did you pack?""Ah, why ask such a thing?""Did you pack enough?""If I run out, I can buy more there. Let's try Italian underwear this time.""Keke, good idea."I wanted to spend more time with Youngju, but the late-night bus was about to arrive. Missing it means waiting for more than 30 minutes.We exchanged final goodbyes and parted ways.Soon, I will be leaving Korea.What will happen there?My heart throbs with excitement turning into anticipation.**In the place where Jeong-hoon left.Youngju, left alone, blankly watched Jeong-hoon's retreating figure as he hurriedly headed to the bus stop. After he completely disappeared from her view, she looked at her hand that had just shaken his."He's gone."Her face revealed the disappointment she had tried to hide.Youngju stared at her hand for a while, then clenched it into a fist and exhaled sharply through her nose."I'll protect the company until the boss returns. Aja, aja! Let's do well, Seo Young-ju!"With her fist clenched and cheering herself on, Young-ju glanced around in the direction Jeong-hoon had pointed earlier, muttering to herself."But what was that about? Where's this art gallery he mentioned? And what's this talk of a gift?"In front of Young-ju, there was nothing but an abandoned, desolate building, with only a bleak wind blowing eerily between the building and her.Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi.
