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Abigail Lee
Artsy, not Fartsy
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Art Gallery, Chicago
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How am I lonely in a crowded room?
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[div class=scroll] The apartment was quiet. Then again, it seemed the 3.9 Million dollar penthouse was always quiet. The only times it was filled with noise was when AJ decided she wanted to blare music while working. That and the occasional party the couple held once in a blue moon. Ae-jung stood in front of her vanity. She looked over her natural makeup, her lip being the boldest at a mid tone brown. Gentle hands grabbed the large pearl earrings and stuck them in her ears. Nervously, AJ smoothed her short black hair. She looked herself in the eyes, taking a deep breath. Tonight was a big deal. There would be a lot of customers at this gallery showing, as well as art critics. She had to try her best and act like she was put together.

Ae-jung jumped slightly at the sudden noise on her left side. She looked down at her phone with a slight frown as it buzzed violently on the vanity top. If she was going to be this jumpy, she might as well stay home. Picking up the phone she noticed a text message.

The sender: 💕Daniel💕

I got held back at the office. Don't wait up for me. I'll be late.

A slow breath left her lips. It wasn't that the artist was surprised. He was late for most things, dates, birthday parties, weddings. She should be used to it by now really. Why did she still feel disappointment? Seeing his name reminded her... Abby opened the drawer out in her vanity to pull out a small ring box. Once open, the ring shined brightly in the room's light. The black velvet of the inside of the box seemed to make everything look ten times larger, which wasn't necessary. Her engagement ring was giant. The stone was gaudy, silver band was encrusted with more diamonds. It wasn't that she hated it. It was a gorgeous ring. It just never felt like her. Slowly slipping the ring onto her finger, Ae-jung did one last double check in the mirror before walking out of the master bathroom. She headed towards the front door. She pulled a pair of nude heals on before walking out the door.

The black car was waiting for her at the front entrance of their apartment complex. The door was held open for her as she stepped into the back seat. AJ said a pleasant greeting to the driver. Jackson had been her driver for two and a half years now, ever since she moved in with Daniel. He didn't really like her taking the bus or subway and she didn't like driving in traffic. Jackson and her had become friends with each other. They weren't close, but spending hours in the car together often got them talking. Ae-Jung wiped her sweaty hands on the legs of her jumpsuit. Dang, she was nervous.

Why wouldn't she be, this was the biggest night of her career to date.

The ride over to the Gallery seemed like forever and eternity. It was under 20 mins of driving, but it felt like her hair had gone completely grey and she had sweat all her bodily fluids by the time they arrived. The woman showed up before the event started. She had discussed with the curator her wished for set up, decor, and hors d'oeuvres, but she just wanted to double check everything was perfect. And they also had to have their pictures taken.

Walking into the industrial style gallery, she was met by a middle aged man, who AJ had recognized as the curator of the exhibition. He quickly shook her hand as he greeted her. "Thank you so much for all your hard work," She thanked him genuinely. That phrase probably came out of her mouth a hundred times towards the man.

"It's no problem at all! Your fiance is such a huge investor in our business here, it's the least we can do." Ae-Jung winced internally at his words, a happy smile plastered on her face. He didn't have to remind her of that almost every time they spoke. It made her feel like she had cheated her way here, then again she has spent years perfecting her craft. Ae-Jung wanted to feel confident in her ability. She hoped that it wasn't just her fiance's socialite status that brought people to see her work. It was her skill. If this was a foregleam of the night to come, it was going to be a long event.

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A few hours had passed, the gallery was full of people. Most of them more interested in each other than the artwork on the walls. Though, it was the few that looked thoughtfully at her art that caught her attention. They were the ones who she wanted to pick the brains of. See if they could see her message and emotion she tried to display through her works. See if her use of color and brush strokes were as thought provoking as she intended them to be. But she often got interrupted by some business partner or colleague of Daniel's to ask how he was. They pretended that they cared about her passion, but she knew they were here for her fiance's name. It was an even more painful dig when they asked when he was going to be there. It not only reminded her that he hadn't shown up, but also that she didn't matter to them.

Ae-Jung shoved a meat and cheese skewer into her mouth. How had she become so starving? Oh, it was probably because she hadn't eaten all afternoon due to how nervous she had been. She grabbed a glass of champagne off one of the waiter's trays. Dark eyes scanned the open gallery. How come she felt so alone in a room full of other people? Her eyes paused. A man stood with his back to her. He was looking up at one of her most treasured pieces. Even if it was from her college days and she had improved in technique, the emotional attachment to the piece kept her coming back to it. It brought her back to a college dance studio. Just a dance student practicing and a art student sketching. The subject was a young man, leaping towards the sky. His face held true bliss as he danced.

Ae-Jung had the sudden need to go and speak to the stranger who had chosen to ponder over it. Her steps were swift as she closed the gap between the two. Before she knew it, she was right behind him. "See anything you like?" She questioned. Now that she was closer, she felt a strange feeling come across her. Was a possible for the back of someone's head to seem so familiar?
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[div class=post][div class=text]Coming back to Chicago had been rather unexpected for Yoo-jin. Since his sister had passed away, his frequent visits had dropped drastically and the only way he would stay in touch with his family and friends would be over the phone. The dark memories and the way he’d felt during Yoo-ju’s funeral were moments that he’d wanted to erase to feel better, but, he struggled to. So, he gave himself time to grieve before he managed to bury the past where he would no longer feel any remorse or regret. Every time his father and mother would ask him to visit, he’d drop some random excuse about work and being too busy, and their response would be ”don’t overwork yourself, Jinnie!” – it was rather repetitive. Regardless, he would. Dancing was his form of distraction and so all he could do was dance, dance and dance until his body could no longer and any thought of his sister vanished, back then anyway. As of late, he’d been struggling to find the inspiration and motivation to do such, which really wasn’t good for his company. Instead, he’d find himself buried into a novel or a webtoon, or hanging out with friends to kill some time. So, when Min-seok (a childhood friend) had pre-invited Yoo-jin to his wedding and suggested the idea that he finally move back to consider settling down, Yoo-jin wasn’t completely against the idea. His dating life had been rather non-existent, but he was sure his mother could help in that department, that way she didn’t have to pester him anymore about having children. His parents weren’t getting any younger and they could probably use an extra set of hands at the restaurant. Either way, he was practically set for life and ready to start a new chapter. One month later, one flight ticket booked, and Yoo-jin finally acted on his words. He packed his bags and left without a second thought, he got onto his plane and returned home. Luckily for him, his friend had been kind enough to help apartment hunt for him while he was away and so, he wasn’t left completely unprepared. It was a simple one-bedroom apartment decorated in handmade, Italian furniture on the fifteenth floor of an apartment complex located in the middle of the city; an upgrade from his previous place. The fifty-two feet wide window had caught his eye mostly as it displayed a gorgeous view of the skyline, which meant he’d be able to watch the sunset and rise with ease, along with the overall space he had to be able to dance when he wanted to. The first thing Yoo-jin did when he landed was drop off his bags there before he headed to surprise his parents and surprised they were. Though, now that they had at least one of their children around, they were happy.
It had been a week since Yoo-jin had returned. His apartment remained as he arrived, with untouched boxes stacked around – pots, books, small appliances and all sorts, waiting to be unpacked and settled into their new home. Luckily, he’d gotten around to unpacking his clothes but with his busy schedule, his best friend’s bachelor’s party and being around his family, he hadn’t had the opportunity to unpack anything else. If anything, he’d spent more time outside of the actual apartment than inside, if sleep wasn’t counted. Though, Yoo-jin wasn’t complaining. His mother and father had been kind enough to keep him fed whilst he helped run small errands for the restaurant, but he enjoyed their company just as much as they enjoyed his. With Min-seok’s wedding around the corner, his mother had been pestering him for days about whether or not he was bringing a plus one, and that she had found somebody suitable for him. Initially, he had been rather reluctant in meeting her, especially since he wanted to wait until he was settled in, but he finally gave in and his mother immediately set up a meeting between the two. Her name was Choi Hee-young, thirty years young, single and a hard-working lawyer that worked pro bono cases. Yoo-jin’s mother had met her in the supermarket when they both reached to grab the last loaf of bread, and gracefully, Hee-young let his mother take it but only if she accepted to dine at Bonchon Chicken as a thank you in exchange. Since then, the two women often did their grocery shopping together and Hee-young became a regular customer, mostly visiting after long days of work. So, here he was, preparing and readying himself to go out and meet Hee-young for dinner. It had been so long since Yoo-jin had been on a date if that was what they could it, that he wasn’t sure what to wear. He chose to keep it simple, dressing in a casual pair of slacks, sweater and khaki jacket after showering. A comfortable, yet stylish look that expressed he knew how to look after himself. Was he putting just a little effort in? Yes, but partially because he didn’t want to let his mother down. Giving himself one last look in the mirror and sorting the ends of his hair, Yoo-jin finally grabbed his wallet and keys, slipping them into the pockets of his jacket, before he dialled for a taxi and waited patiently. Since he had moved away, he’d opted on not keeping his car from before and still had yet to buy, or rent, a new one. For now, he’d grown used to taking taxis or even walking as it was genuinely a lot more stress-free. Finally, on the move, the traffic being rather busy as it had just hit rush hour, Yoo-jin stared at the clock of the car, watching as the seconds went by, praying that he would make it on time. Unfortunately, he was just about getting nowhere as his taxi sat in between other vehicles, with no other way to go, ”It’s not too far from here, I think I’m just going to walk the rest of the way.” He informed the driver, shooting him a friendly smile as he paid the fare before he exited the vehicle. A small sigh escaped Yoo-jin’s lips as he sauntered his way to the sidewalk and began his short journey to the café, his hands resting inside the warmth of his pockets. As he turned the corner, he noticed quite the crowd coming in and out of a building. Maybe a party or event of some sort, he initially thought. Though, as he continued along, minding his own business, he couldn’t help his curiosity as he glanced towards a sign that displayed the words ‘…the opening exhibition of Abigail Lee’s work…’ Abigail Lee. Surely, it was all just a coincidence. There had to be more than one Abigail Lee that was an artist, but a gut feeling Yoo-jin had was telling him else. His feet automatically began heading towards the entrance of the art gallery. For some reason, despite how many years it had been since he’d last spoken to her, he had to confirm. Glancing around at the guests chattering amongst themselves, Yoo-jin searched the crowd to find her familiar face, but with no avail, he struggled. Maybe it was for the best that he didn’t see her and for that reason, he walked further in to stare at the work, in hopes of finding answers. Slowly, he walked, passing piece by piece, until it was one sketch that caught his eye. And that one sketch answered any and every question running through his mind. It was his Abigail Lee. Lee Ae-jung. It had been so long since he’d last seen the sketch, but it brought back the memories so quickly and opened doors inside of himself that Yoo-jin had managed to shut. He couldn’t help but feel a small sense of happiness though, knowing that she’d managed to fulfil her dreams, just as he had. With all his questions answered, Yoo-jin decided it was time he left. Until he heard the familiarity of her soft voice come from behind him. How did it happen that being only a week back, Yoo-jin was already reuniting with his past lover? Slowly, he turned to face her, a small nostalgic smile creeping its way onto his face as his dull, brown eyes connected with her own. And there she stood. Still as beautiful and mature as she had been years back, but even more so now. A bittersweet feeling ran through his body as he stared at Ae-jung, knowing well that the last time the two spoke did not end very well. Here’s to hoping that could change, though. ”This one definitely has to be your best work,” he spoke, nodding his head as he motioned towards the sketch, his eyes stealing one more glimpse at it before settling back onto her. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he stayed silent for a second, unsure of what to do or say. Finally, Yoo-jin finally spoke again. ”It’s nice to see you again, Ae-jung-ah.”
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Abigail Lee
Artsy, not Fartsy
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Art Gallery, Chicago
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Now I get why his scalp was so familiar.
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[div class=scroll] Ae-Jung felt her breath stop in her throat. As soon as the assumed stranger had began to turn, she realized quickly that he wasn't a stranger. No, not at all. The complete opposite actually. He was someone who knew almost every part of her. Staring into his eyes, she felt she had been taken back in time, transfered to a different moment in her life. Her heart picked up speed, hands became sweaty. Her eyes couldn't leave his face when he looked back up at the drawing on the wall. The drawing that was of him. Maybe if she hadn't been so shocked at his sudden appearance she would have made a joke. Like, "of course you would say that, it's your face." or "that's a bit conceited." Her look of surprise slowly lowered, softening gently as he smiled at her.

"Hak Yoo-Jin?" She replied, his name leaving her lips like an old song. To hear her name, her full Korean name at that, in his voice brought so many memories to the forefront of her mind. It's not that she had forgotten, she could never, but Yoo-Jin hadn't been a subject of thought for a long time. When her surprise had faded, curiosity took ahold of her. Abby had so many questions. All the why's, the how's, the what's like why'd you come back? How did you know she was here? What is going on? But none of these questions came to her lips. She stood there at a loss for words for longer than she wished. Her face slowly pulled into a wide smile, as she began to laugh, part embarrassment, part amusement. "I'm sorry. It's just that...well.. I would have....you're like the last person I expected to see tonight," Her tone was happy, not accusative or upset like some would expect.

Abigail was quite surprised at her mood towards him. Before when she had thought about them seeing each other again, she thought she would be embarrassed or ashamed. She thought maybe Yoo-Jin hated her and never wanted to see her. He very well still could, he was just being a gentleman. But none of these emotions came to her. Instead, Ae-Jung felt a familiar warmness and appreciation for his company. It was nice to actually have someone who she knew cared, at least at one point, about her. To have a friend in a room of strangers. It felt almost comfortable to be looking into his eyes. She wondered how he felt about all this.

"How..how are you? When did you get back to Chicago? What- I'm sorry. I should stop before I start rambling. I'm just so curious," She finally managed to ask. He looked well. Actually, he looked more than well. Just as handsome as she had last seen him. Well dressed and put together like he had somewhere to be. Ae-Jung couldn't tell if he was more or less tired than the last time she saw him. She hoped he was doing okay. She hoped he was doing better since what happened to Yoo-Ju. Mostly she hoped that Yoo-Jin was just as pleased with their coincidental meet up as her. Because after so many years, it was so good to see him.
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[div class=post][div class=text]Yoo-jin wasn’t sure what to expect, really. He never would have pictured that he’d randomly be running into Ae-jung today, but when he’d come across the sign outside, every ounce of him had to confirm whether it was her or not. His mission to get to his initial location had dissolved to the back of his mind when he prioritised doing so, and to his luck, it was her. Guessing from Ae-jung’s reaction as well, he figured that she was just as surprised as he was, maybe even a little more. But whether it was a good reaction, or bad one, he wasn’t sure really. Hearing her annunciating his full name again was a small relief, and also a reminder that Ae-jung was still his favourite sound. Her voice was always soft, enough to put him at ease and relax. She seemed to be doing well, and Yoo-jin was grateful for that. It was rare for him to think of her after the two stopped talking; most of the time, she’d cross his mind when he’d be doing an activity they once did together, or if he ate food that she liked. Just the small memories that reminded him of the good times before things went bad. ”Ahhh… I actually came across your sign outside, and I wanted to know if it was you…” he answered sheepishly, letting out a small, deep chuckle as he unconsciously brought his hand to the nape of his neck and rubbed it carefully. His tone matched her laugh of part embarrassment, part amusement, but he was relieved nonetheless when her shocked facial expression turned into a wide smile. For some odd reason, he was expecting her to be angry, or feel some form of hatred towards him, and he would have understood whichever it was. It took him a while to even forgive himself after he’d left the night they slept together without so much as a goodbye and never spoke to her again. Regardless, Yoo-jin was still happy to see her. Especially now that he’d learned she’d managed to achieve her dreams, he felt even more ecstatic. He hoped that maybe now, some part of her would be able to understand his passion for wanting to chase his dreams back then. ”I’m doing well, and I just got back a week ago,” he stated, nodding his head and smiling softly at her genuine concern for his well-being. Since Yoo-ju had passed away, many people had asked him how he was doing, but Yoo-jin could tell that most only asked because it was an obligation to, so hearing Ae-jung do so instead, was nice for once. Of course, now, Yoo-jin wasn’t lying like he used to do very often. A small piece of him had learned to accept that Yoo-ju was gone, but it was a rather bittersweet feeling. His birthday was a happy but sad day that he no longer enjoyed celebrating. For years now, he hadn’t celebrated it and would only so much as accept birthday wishes from anybody. ”It was a random decision, but I thought it was time I came back home.” Yoo-jin informed her as he stood, now facing her way. Glancing around the busy gallery, though, the male finally made it his turn to question Ae-jung to discover as much as he could about her before they parted again. ”Enough about me, how are you? This place looks amazing. Congratulations on your opening.”
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[div class=scroll]In all honesty, Ae-Jung couldn't blame him for checking. If she had seen Yoo-Jin's name around, she'd have to confirm who it was for herself. It's one of those unspoken rules about exes. You have to check in on them. Whether it was malicious, seeing how terrible they were compared to you, or in this case, because you still cared. She believed that once you truly loved someone, they'd stay with you for the rest of your life. It wasn't that she was still in love with him. No. But there would always be a special part in her heart for the man who taught her how to love. That was probably his motivation. At least she hoped it was.

When he had said he had only returned a week ago, she was amazed. Only a week and the pair had been reintroduced. That was mighty interesting to her. What were the chances the week after he came back, the gallery opening took place and he just happened to stroll down the street. Ae-Jung couldn't believe how lucky that was. When he turned the question around on her and asked how she was, she was disappointed. Abby had so many questions to ask him. How were his parents? What was he doing for work? Where was he living? He had told her it was a fluke decision, but she knew there was some sort of build up. The Yoo-Jin she knew would not have given up his dream to come back home on some whim. Plus, he really did not seem like he wanted to stay in Chicago five years ago.

But now, she couldn't ask those questions. Now she had to consider the question passed to her. How was she? How specific were they talking? How much time did he have? Probably not enough. To tell him how she had been for the past five years would take way too much time. "Thank you!" She responfed to his genuine congratulations, "A whole two months of Abigail Lee. Which, is crazy. I don't think little college me would ever dream to be here." In college she had prepared herself to be poor; to have a diet consisting of ramen noodles and knock off lucky charms and live in a cardboard box. She'd never thought in a million years she'd be in this spot. "I've been good! Busy recently, but good. My parents started liking me again. I finally moved out of that tiny apartment like close to three years ago," Ae-Jung paused. Part of her felt that telling him here and now she had moved on would be...mean. Was it worse not to tell him or to tell him? She decided that since it was probably her biggest news, she should probably share her engagement. "Oh and..." Just as Abby was about to bring her hand wearing her ring out of her pocket to show him, she heard a voice calling her name. Her heart stopped in her chest.

Oh did that man pick the best times to show up.

"Abigail! Darling, I'm sorry I was late." Daniel waltzed to her side. His hand found its way to her low back as he reached down and placed a chaste kiss onto her cheek. He was well dressed in a grey suit and floral tie to match the colors of her own outfit. She flashed Yoo-Jin an apologetic smile. This was not the way she wanted him to find out. "This place looks spectacular darling. I'm so proud of you," He smiled down at her. She met his eyes and smiled back. She tried so hard to keep the awkwardness from her gaze. Ae-Jung shifted her glass to her other hand. The ring she wore shone in the light as she placed her newly freed hand onto Daniel's upper arm, giving him a quick squeeze. "Thank you dear," She replied shortly, clearing her throat slightly turning back to her ex.

Daniel quickly realized his mistake at interrupting the pairs' conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me!" He apologized towards Yoo-Jin.

"Daniel this is Hak Yoo-Jin. He's my-" She gulped, considering her next words wisely. While Daniel was not the jealous type, did she want to risk a scene in the middle of everything? No. But should she lie about their relationship? "An old college friend," Ae-Jung finished. She met eyes with Yoo-Jin quickly. She tried to convey her uncomfortableness towards him. And old college friend wasn't exactly a lie. They had been friends in college. "Yoo-Jin, this is Daniel Cartwright. My fiance," She managed. Her fiance extended a hand towards Yoo-Jin.

"A pleasure to meet you Yoo-Jin!" His smile was pleasant but didn't reach his eyes. A smile Abigail knew fairly well herself. It was pretty convincing to just about everyone else, but she had spent four years with the man, she could tell when he plastered it on. "Are you an artist as well?" Daniel asked.

Ae-Jung placed her hand on his chest, "No, dear, well, yes, sort of. He's a dancer. An amazing dancer really," She shot a smile her ex's way.

Abigail then wished she hadn't said anything at all. Daniel cocked his head to the side slightly, "Really? Like ballet? Tutu and all?" Her fiance let out an amused chuckle. Abby shut her eyes, drawing in an embarrassed breath and pressed her mouth into a line before looking over at Yoo-Jin. She mouthed the words 'I'm so sorry.' If she could have a rewind button she'd spam it like crazy right now.

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[div class=post][div class=text]Yoo-jin was grateful to say the least when he was able to turn the spotlight on Ae-jung. He had very little to say about himself and frankly wasn’t the most excited about being interrogated, especially by Ae-jung, one of the very few opinion’s he cared for. But, even despite that, Yoo-jin wasn’t sure on how to answer if she’d dared ask how he was doing or what he had been doing the past couple years. Looking at it now, his life seemed very boring; revolving mainly around dancing and now that he’d barely had the motivation to do, his life really had no meaning. He was hoping to change that though, now that he was back in Chicago. Listening to Ae-jung rant on about herself was nothing out of the extraordinary, if anything, it felt like the two had never parted and were talking as they did back in time. It was a relief to hear that her parents had finally come to like their daughter, but part of Yoo-jin felt like he knew why, and this opening seemed like a very big part of that. Yoo-jin wanted to intercept her and tell her that he was happy that life seemed to be going its way for her, but before he could get his chance, the voice of a male calling out for Ae-jung, no, for Abigail, for his ‘darling’ caused his ears to perk up almost immediately. Who was this man that was now planting gentle kisses and touching Ae-jung in places that Yoo-jin once used to? This very American man, who seemed nothing like Ae-jung’s type whatsoever, appearing late to what seemed to be a very important night for her. Of course, Yoo-jin couldn’t judge as it had been far too long for him to assume that his ex-girlfriend’s taste had never changed. If Ae-jung had wanted him to know that she’d moved on, then she would have mentioned that she’s found, somebody. The apologetic smile on her face was enough for him to guess that maybe she hadn’t. Yoo-jin wasn’t sure. Yet, as his brown eyes dropped towards the shining, diamond ring that sat firmly on her ring finger, Yoo-jin realised. Ae-jung was married or engaged. How had he not seen it coming? Especially with a ring as gigantic as that one. His heart sank a little, for reasons that he didn’t want to believe, because yes, he was happy for her. She had moved on. The way she called him dear, smiled up at him and placed her hand on his arm. That could have been him. But in a matter of seconds, Yoo-jin quickly forced on a small smile, erasing any sign of hurt, jealousy – whatever he could call it – from his facial expression as Ae-jung began to introduce him to Daniel. As nothing but an old college friend. Yoo-jin wasn’t clueless, he read through her message as easy as pie. What use would it have been if she had told her fiancé that he was her ex anyway? ”The pleasure is all mine,” he finally responded, reaching out his hand to shake Daniel’s, firmly yet tightly. They shared eye contact for a split second as they greeted each other, and for some odd reason, Yoo-jin just… didn’t like this man. Finally, their hands parted as Daniel asked if he was an artist too, and as before, Ae-jung answered in his place, complimenting him while at it. He wanted to thank her, but Daniel’s response had completely thrown him off, leaving him dumfounded. Was this man a moron? A small chuckle escaped from Yoo-jin’s chest, one that was barely amused but disappointed. It was people like Daniel that ruined the beauty of art. If he thought dancing was all about ballet and tutus, he didn’t even want to know what his opinion was of Ae-jung’s art. Probably just streaks on a blank board. So many questions now ran through his head, ones that revolved around their relationship. How in the hell had she even fallen for a man like that? How did he manage to put a ring on somebody like Ae-jung? It was all tragic. Daniel deserved something, maybe a punch, to set his closed-minded self back down to reality. ”Yes, ballet. I specialise in contemporary dance, mostly.” Yoo-jin simply stated, knowing that somebody as senseless as Daniel wouldn’t understand the true meaning behind contemporary dance. He had to hold himself back completely from asking if he thought it was funny for males to do ballet, but he held his tongue back. For one reason, and one reason only. Ae-jung. The look on her face was enough. And it only made him question more – how the heck did she find herself in a relationship with this man? ”So, what is it that you do then, Daniel?” At that very moment though, the small vibration coming from Yoo-jin’s pocket was enough to pull his attention away from the current situation. If anything, he could barely stand being around Daniel any longer, so whoever it was, was indeed a lifesaver. Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the screen once only to realise that he had completely forgotten all about his ‘date’ with Hee-young, and now he was running late. ”Aish,” he mumbled to himself, annoyed that he had forgotten, letting out a small sigh as he shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket before looking towards Ae-jung, completely ignoring Daniel’s existence. ”I’d honestly love to stay and chat, but I have somewhere to be.” He informed her politely before he raised his question. ”We could talk over coffee, sometime?” Did Yoo-jin regret asking just a little? Maybe. But, the question had come out so naturally, he barely stopped himself from doing so.
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Abigail Lee
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[div class=scroll] Ae-Jung knew as soon as the phrase left her fiance's mouth, he had stepped on some toes. She, herself, had been a little ticked when she heard the insulting phrase. While she had always appreciated all forms of art, Yoo-Jin had taught her how incredibly beautiful the art of dance was. The fact one could create emotion, enough to bring her to tears, in movement was extraordinary. She fell in love with dance when she had listened to the way Yoo-Jin raved about it. Watching people as amazingly talented as him perform with true passion was a gift. Because they didn't have to perform, to show that raw emotional side of them.

It hadn't completely took her by surprise when Daniel had gone ahead and spoke without thinking. He wasn't exactly the art, or emotions, type. Which was fine. Two people could have differing interests and still love each other. He didn't have to love art, and she didn't have to love technology. But one thing was for certain, she was incredibly glad that Yoo-Jin decided to hold his tongue. Ae-Jung would have to actually apologize to him, for real, for her fiance's comments. When her ex asked about what Daniel did for work, he readily replied, "Ah, I'm the CEO of a tech company I founded. Our main office is here in Chicago."

As soon as Daniel had answered, Yoo-Jin pulled his phone from his pocket. His expression changed, like he had forgotten something important. Ae-Jung smiled at him as he explained that he had to leave. She was just about to ask if he'd like to catch up. Even if things near the end had gotten a little awkward, it was so nice to see him. She still had so many things she wanted to know, and she definitely wanted to apologise for this whole encounter. Before she could get the words out of her mouth, he was already asking. "I'd love that," She said with an excited smile, and equally enthusiastic words. Ae-Jung pulled a business card out of her pocket and handed it to him, she pointed to her number on the card. "Text me. We'll make plans," She added, "Oh, please tell your Appa and Eomma that I said hello." There had been many times when she drove past their restaurant that she wanted to stop in and see how they were doing. In many ways the two of them were more like parents than her own. She felt guilty she hadn't seen them in all this time. But she felt like maybe they'd hate her because of everything that happened.

"It was amazing to see you. I really mean it. Take care Yoo-Jin," Ae-Jung told him, eyes locked on his as she conveyed how genuine her words were. As he turned to walk away, she decided to call after him, "Don't forget to text me. I'll hunt you down!" She smiled to herself, happy and content now that she she knew that one person who cared, not just about her but about her craft, showed up that night.

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Later that evening the couple rode back home together. Daniel wove his fingers in between Ae-jung's. He smiled blissfully at her. "See, everything worked out perfectly," He told her, bringing the back of her hand up to place a kiss on her skin. "And I definitely get lots of good fiance points for setting the whole thing up," His words, although well meaning, hurt her. It really solidified the thought in her mind that this wasn't her accomplishment. No. This was his favor. This was him getting brownie points. It had nothing to do with her career. With her love of painting. It had everything to do with pride. All she could respond with was a nod and a bittersweet smile. There was no use in saying anything anyways. It wouldn't get them anywhere.

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