𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 + 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Museum, art, sculptures, violations, restless, awakening, dare

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Rain flushed down from the grey skies and the class that waited outside at the entrance soon resembled as drowned mice. A couple of the boys had already pulled their umbrellas out of their bags, but of course, Jongho had chosen to forget his at home. Now he felt how the water soaked through his clothes and touched his warm skin.

"Mr. Kim! How long are we going to wait here?! It's freaking cold!!"

Jongho turned his head to glance over at his classmate who had yelled at their teacher who stood and had the employee check tickets for their class inside the building.

"Yeah! My boxer's all wet now, hurry the fuck up."

"Shut up Wooyoung, it's not like that will help anything."

"Hell I know, but someone gonna complain about Mr. Kim's slow ass! You think it's fun waiting out here while the sky literally pisses down at you?"

"Just go share San's umbrella instead, I'm sure he won't mind it at all."

Suddenly Wooyoung was pushed by another boy named Yeonjun, a smirk playing around his lips when Wooyoung stumbled a few steps to the side, water splashing up around his feet, "YAH!"

Shortly after a teacher with a dimpled smile waved the group of students to the entrance as he shouted at them to split into smaller groups as they would wander around the museum. Jongho sighed deeply as he was placed into the trouble-maker group together with San, a quiet kid who scarcely ever had anything to say. Great.

"We will meet here in exactly two and a half hours, no more, no less. I expect you to pay close attention to what your assignments include. Have fun!" and they were all off.

Wooyoung was the one pulling the group with him as he decided on which section they would start with. They were five in their group; consisting of Wooyoung and Yeonjun, the quiet kid San, a tall boy with fluffy brown hair and huge glasses that Jongho never has been told the name of, and lastly himself. As they stepped through a doorway to the first section, water drops landed loudly on the red carpet in almost silence. Jongho's hair hung soaked down into his eyes when he wanted to read the sign hanging on the wall, so he stopped, but before he got to swipe his bangs away, someone already dragged him away.

"Come on, let's get as far away from Mr. Kim as possible," Wooyoung muttered, apparently the one who had grabbed his arm and pulled him. Jongho glared at him and jerked his arm back, "Let go of me, will you?" His question made the other boy scoff before walking off.

"You're no fun Jongho," Wooyoung said with a pitch of annoyance to his tone. He ignored it and turned to glance around in the room they had entered.

Despite not knowing which section they were in, Jongho made a qualified guess that this was where you could find the geometric sculptures. His lips parted in awe when the many different colors and kinds of shapes appeared in front of him.

"Woah," he exclaimed while his feet already wandered off to explore the results of creative minds. As he continued down the rows of exhibitions he stopped multiple times, making sure to read the artist's name and respective name of the art. At some of the information plates, he found text to the art that made him stand for a longer time and adore the piece of art.

Jongho was an art student, he was sure he breathed for the sake of art. All his life, he has grown up with the liking of creativity, and still a sense of historical aesthetic. He liked modern art, but it wasn't what typically caught his attention.

His eyes darted to where his groupmates were, finding them leaving the section already, and gathered himself before following them with heavy footsteps. At least the assignment he had been given wasn't even about modern or geometric art. Even though Wooyoung and the rest were quick on their feet, it wasn't very hard to figure out which way they had left to as Wooyoung and Yeonjun's quarrels were loud and clear.

"Goddamn, you can't ever take any art seriously."

"Touché, it ain't my fault though."

The small passage opened to a wide hall, and Jongho couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the first sculptures.

"Guys," Wooyoung said as he clapped in his hands to gain their attention, or for the reason of exaggerating everything as he always did, "Let's take a break here, and then continue later."

Both the tall boy and Yeonjun seemed to agree on that and already snatched the empty seats on the benches that were situated in the hall. Jongho couldn't say he was surprised the least by Wooyoung's proposal as the boy practically always complained about being forced to do arts by his parents but not quite finding the field interesting himself. Wooyoung probably didn't even want to be here, seeing how he swore while writhing more water out of his clothes. Yeonjun whispered something in his ear as he shoved him, another time, looking over at San who still stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, his hands clamped tightly around his bag and umbrella, drenched.

Jongho turned around and sat down on the floor as no space was left at the benches when Wooyoung finally manned up and asked if San wanted to sit beside him. Nevertheless, he didn't care the slightest as he already pulled his bag forward and pulled out his sketchpad from the inside, praying to the gods that it hadn't soaked. He felt a pang in his heart when he figured half of his new expensive pencils had been in contact with water, but luckily, his paper had been safe. Jongho flipped the paper around until he found a clean sheet, and then he glanced up, eyes searching the hall for the sculpture.

The boy didn't know how long time he ended up staring, but the others must have noticed because his name was suddenly called.

"Jongho, let's play a game!"

He snapped out of his trance, looking down at his paper before turning his body to face Wooyoung's mischievous smile. He wasn't so sure about this.

"What?"

"I asked if you would take part in a little game," Wooyoung repeated, and the boy noticed the way that his arm rested around San's slim waist. Yeonjun on the other side looked at the prankster in confusion, the tall boy seeming curious instead.

"Only if you promise not to cheat," Jongho stated, getting up from the floor and moving closer to the others.

Wooyoung snickered, "I never cheat in games, I'm a true player after all."

Yeonjun flicked his forehead immediately telling how bad of a liar he was.

"So, what are we playing?"

Wooyoung hummed thoughtfully, raising a hand to tap his chin as if he thought about a very wise choice from a very experienced mind. Then he caught the gaze of Jongho and grinned, "What about rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock? Wouldn't it be fun to spice it all up a bit?"

Jongho wanted to have rolled his eyes just as Yeonjun did, but he kept himself from doing so, instead only nodding, "Alright, is there a price for the winner?"

At that moment, Jongho knew he wouldn't want to lose. Wooyoung's eyes were filled with so much trouble that Jongho could see how much it gleed him.

"Yeah, kind of? The winner gets to give the other a dare that he has to do."

The boy shook his head, knowing that Wooyoung absolutely wouldn't play fair in this game. He groaned annoyed, "Go play your dirty tricks on someone else, now I just know that you will cheat in this game."

"No, no, no! I promise I won't cheat this time! Please Jongho! If you win I'll let you tell me to do whatever you wish for!" the other panicked letting his arm retreat from San and reaching out to pull Jongho down to sit again.

Jongho stared deep seriously at him for a long moment before he finally let down his guard and told him a 'okay then, may the luckiest man win'.

When Wooyoung held out a hand Jongho still didn't move as he observed all the other boys.

"Wooyoung never keeps his promises," Yeonjun muttered and Jongho very well knew that. Yet he didn't think further about that and held up his own hand.

"Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock!"

Both their hands revealed their chosen symbols and Jongho let go of his held breath when Wooyoung had chosen scissors and he had too.

He heard Yeonjun and the tall boy let out surprised, excided noises as they cheered at the luck they had.

In the second round, Wooyoung smirked at him when they had the same hand sign again.

"How is that even possible?! Wooyoung, it seems luck is on your side today," Yeonjun exclaimed as he laughed. Wooyoung jabbed him into his ribs with an elbow and threw his last hand at Jongho.

And Jongho knew he had lost even without seeing the other's hand sign.

"Come on Jongho, you have to listen very attentively to what I'll tell you to do now," Wooyoung said with a broad grin on his face.

He swore under his breath as he sent daggers toward the other, "Just say it already so we can continue."

Wooyoung drew in an infuriatingly long inhalation before he finally moved on to the real deal.

"I dare you to kiss that one sculpture over there."

He told him to what now!?

Jongho gaped at him perplexed while the others exploded in a mess.

"Yeah, that one you were drawing just before - go kiss him on the lips," Wooyoung repeated.

"Stop being stupid now, I'm not allowed to touch the art!"

Wooyoung shrugged.

"I can't kiss a sculpture!" Jongho told him, already stressed by the whole situation as he was madly blushing.

"And I ask you: have you ever tried?"

Yeonjun was dead of laughter, falling down from the bench, and even the quiet San giggled at what was happening.

Jongho puckered his lips as irked eyes were drilling into Wooyoung's as the other told him he had to do it. He raised to stand and couldn't help stamping the carpet with his feet.

"Fine, I will do it," he simply stated which resulted in Wooyoung letting out a squeal of excitement. Jongho clenched his teeth and turned to step closer to the sculpture.

"Don't worry, I know you can do it!"

The boy's eyes darted around the hall, looking for other people near, but it seemed as if their group was the only one here. His clothes clung to his body and his hair had far from dried from the amount of rain there had fallen upon him. The sculpture he was supposed to finish his assignment out from was more like a statue cut out of marble stone. It portrayed a handsome young man swathed in fabrics that covered most of his body like a swirling wind. His hair wasn't longer than only some strands from his bangs went down to his cheeks. His posture was elegant, in one hand he held a sword out in front of him as if he was ready to battle. Jongho could feel how his feet danced across the ground even if he wasn't moving.

From ancient sources, this man was known as Emperor Yeosang. He was a great acknowledged leader; some legends even told that he was a real God, even sources did as well, but the term had obviously never been confirmed. But seeing how well this sculpture was sculped, made Jongho wonder if those legends told the truth. Because this Emperor indeed looked godly.

His breath was caught in his throat as he gently stood and observed the simplest details of the masterpiece. He had a hard time believing art could be this beautiful.

And now he had to kiss him.

Jongho gulped and turned his head around the hall another time to make sure that no one would see his absolutely most scandalizing deed in his life. If their teacher found out about this, he would be banned from all trips to museums. Then he quickly stepped up at the elevation the statue stood on and moved around until he was caged between the sculptured emperor and his sword. Forcing himself not to think too much he pulled a little on his wet jacket and reached a hand out to hold the sculpture's face before swiftly bending, angling, and landing his lips upon the marble surface. Jongho's heart raced in his chest more than ever while he kissed the art, but he didn't dare pull away too rushed in case he accidentally would hit the sculpture while running away. The marble felt smooth and cold against his lips and he was gazing so into the blank eyes..

when they suddenly blinked.

Jongho was startled as it happened, pulling away as he stumbled down of the elevation, falling to the red carpet as he panted and suppressed a shriek. The goddamn sculpture had moved.

The boy stared horrified up at the emperor, but nothing seemed odd out of place, except for the wet handmark he had left from holding his face.

"Jongho! What the hell," Wooyoung yelled as he came running from somewhere behind, "That was fucking legendary, I didn't think you actually would do it!"

He didn't answer him as his eyes were still glued to the art in front of him. Wooyoung shook the boy's shoulder as he cackled a laugh.

"The sculpture, it-it moved!"

Wooyoung burst out in a new wave of laughter when he heard Jongho's reaction, he turned to the others, "Did you hear that Yeonjun, he said it moved! "

"Poor boy must be out of his mind from the trauma you've just put him through."

"I'm not lying!" Jongho defended, "It blinked with its eyes!"

But none of the others believed his words, and he watched them move towards the way out from the hall while he was still seated on the floor. Jongho took a deep breath before collecting himself from the ground, as his mind swirled. He quietly went to the place where his things lay and moved them to a spot closer to the sculpture. His sketch wasn't done yet, but he contemplated if he dared stay here after what just had happened. The boy wasn't even sure of what had happened.

First, he lost the game to Wooyoung, then he violated the rules and kissed a sculpture, and he swore, said piece of art had blinked with its eyes. Jongho blushed a deep crimson red and hid his face shyly in his hands. Perhaps the legends were true; Emperor Yeosang must be a God after all.

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