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Quite recently, an amazing news broke out on the Internet that the opening of an art exhibition of young talents was being prepared very soon, to which photographers were also invited. It is clear that everyone was usually called: both the secular beau monde and bloggers to spread information, even k-pop stars specially came to this event. But, there was a big, just a huge "but" this time; it attracted attention, a priori making a fuss, and it was difficult from almost every corner about the future art exhibition. And it's not that it was already held this year and combined the works of both artists and photographers, but because it was not planned in Seoul, or even in South Korea.
All this was organized in Paris — a place where dreams were fulfilled; in a place where romance and passion permeated everything.
seulgi:
well…
seulgi:
do you have something to say about this?
seulgi:
[link]
yeonjun:
IN PARIS???
yeonjun:
motherfucker, seriously France???
seulgi:
yeah)))
joy:
what????
joy:
are they seriously organizing everything there?
joy:
It's SUCH a bomb!!!
irene:
are we invited?)))
yeonjun:
would you ask for decency:
did they invite Seulgi there
irene:
Oh, right
irene:
Hey, baby, are you flying?
seulgi:
Am I not young and talented???
yeonjun:
baby, there's no doubt about it
yeonjun:
it's just that you have a strange framework in the world of artists
identifying this very talent
seulgi:
well, you're right
seulgi:
but yes, I was invited,
And yes, I'm flying)))
irene:
GOD, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU
joy:
greased, look at her)))
joy:
we are insanely happy for you, really
joy:
if you need support,
Then I'm ready to fly to Paris with you
joy:
AT YOUR OWN expense
joy:
I think Yeon will fly too
yeonjun:
Yeon will fly without question)))))
irene:
I can't get used to it,
that sometimes he talks about himself in the third person))
seulgi:
you are so funny))
seulgi:
actually, it will be nice for me,
if you will be there too
seulgi:
you continue to discuss, and I'll go pack my things
yeonjun:
ok
***
[Wendy's friends chat somewhere at this time]
taehyung:
Hey, is anyone flying to Paris?
winter:
Paris???? why????
taehyung:
art exhibition
yeri:
an exhibition???
taehyung:
how do you spin in society at all?
Why do I ALWAYS LITERALLY know all the news?
winter:
probably because you RELATE to this news?
taehyung:
yes, what side???
wendy:
Honey, you're an art critic,
you know everything a priori
wendy:
And yes, I'm aware, and I'm flying there
taehyung:
cool))
and how are you flying?
wendy:
invited as a photographer)
it will be useful for me
taehyung:
do you think she'll be there?
winter:
TAE!!! DON'T YOU DARE!
taehyung:
what's wrong with my question?
wendy:
it's okay, Winter)
wendy:
I think she will be there)
but it's not scary
I'm going to work, not to dig into old relationships
yeri:
That's right, baby
***
A suitcase is opened in front of Seulgi, into which the girl was slowly putting things. Some soothing music was playing against the background, and pictures of the past suddenly flashed in the artist's thoughts: here they once visited similar art exhibitions with Wendy, and Seulgi said that one day she could do it too; here they were walking and holding hands, in the middle of the night in the city fountain in the sultry summer, lowering the degree, madly kissing and being aware of what they were doing.
Kang smiled sadly — thoughts of Wendy still stirred her heart, even if more than five years had passed. Yes, they met for a long time, yes, some moments were forgotten, but from time to time the heart yearned, causing dissonance in the head, where the brain absolutely refused to perceive that somewhere deep feelings just slept, and did not go away.
The most interesting thing was that it was at this time that Wendy was also sad. Son was holding the phone in her hands, where her old Instagram profile caught her attention. She led back when their relationship with Seulgi was just beginning to develop. Son photographed both Kang and them together a lot; the memories smoothly touched the heart, which had recently managed to forget everything. But the news that perhaps Seulgi could be in Paris excited the girl. Taehyung was also sure that she would be there.
Wendy didn't realize how she had an open dialogue with Seulgi. They haven't corresponded for a long time, probably twice a year. And the fingers began to type the text themselves, while the longing heart completely took over the brain.
You know, I still miss you.
Erased.
Seulgi, do you remember me?
Are you thinking about me now?
Erased again.
I don't think I've forgotten anything.…
And again the dialog box was empty.
Wendy decided not to tempt fate and went to bed to wake up tomorrow and board a plane to Paris. Towards either new adventures, or his past fate.
***
The event was planned to be very pompous, and all because there were a lot of media around, various stars: both French, and a lot of Korean and American. Seulgi smiled when people passed by her paintings back and forth and tried to see them, analyzing something in their own heads.
"If something is not clear to you, then I can help you", speaking in French, Kang chatted sweetly with an elderly couple, and they were pleased with self-respect.
"Are you the author of this painting?"
"Yes", Kang replied modestly and lowered her gaze.
She had to listen for seven minutes about what a genius she was, how accurately she conveyed emotions and the chosen style emphasized the character of the canvas. Seulgi even felt how much her cheeks were blushing, and fortunately, a passing Yeonjun stole her from a couple of Frenchmen so that she could drink at least mineral water.
"You're my savior, you know?"
"Make no mistake", he nodded towards the paintings, where a slender girl was standing next to them.
Yeonjun is ready to swear that he noticed someone else's gleam in his eyes — Seulgi immediately realized who it was.
"I didn't expect to see you here", Seulgi, who came up from behind, said softly, softly, but perceptibly, because Wendy immediately smiled, trying to hide a guilty look.
"And I myself. In your paintings".
They were silent, trying not to make eye contact. It was quite noisy around, but for some reason only the pounding of someone else's heart could be clearly heard.
"I probably still feel it".
"After all these years?" Wendy asked with a smile on her lips and now boldly raised her gaze to Seulgi.
She already looked at the younger one as something most intimate, something precious in her life. "Always".
Wendy suddenly gave her a palm, as it was before, and Seulgi put her own into it, feeling like Sleep was pulling her towards the balconies. The view of Paris there was phenomenal. The setting sun was reflected in the structures of the Eiffel Tower, and in the eyes of Seulgi — Wendy. Their casual, but so necessary right now kiss turned out to be sensual; so much so that there was no enough oxygen, so much so that one had to feel dizzy. Yes, they were exes to each other, but still family and friends.
Even if so many years have passed.
Even if the heart still remembered someone else's touch and love.
***