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The man was apparently some expert that had reached Minho when he was at an art academy, Chan had explained. Straight, too old for any of them and not at all within Minho's range of interest. So, as he said, Jisung had nothing to worry about.

There was no reason for him to worry anyway, they weren't a thing.

Chan had laughed as Jisung had said that, and Hyunjin laughed along, even if his arm still hurt from the bite Jisung had planted on it.

A love language, he had said.

He would be lucky if Hyunjin didn't try to strangle him that night.

They changed into some clean clothes that Felix arranged for them, and the Australian couldn't have chosen better. Both Jisung and Hyunjin were wearing black and white, like they were part of the exposition, the younger with his favorite ripped jeans and a white tshirt with a small logo of some brand, he wasn't sure, it was Changbin's.

"How about we go in and try to blend now that we don't look like idiots?"

"You always look like idiots." Felix winked, turning to Chan with a smile. "Is this a special occasion? There seems to be a lot of important people here."

Chan nodded, hands behind his back.

"Minho's old teachers and colleagues are here today." He stopped and pointed at a group of people. "They all went to art school with him, those were two of his teachers." He started waking, which made the others follow him. Changbin was looking around with his chin on the floor, gripping Felix's arm so he wouldn't get lost. "That's his bestfriend right there, childhood, I mean. They hadn't seen each other for years since she moved to Japan after they graduated." They kept walking and Jisung's eyes got stuck on the smiling girl for a while.

"Graduated? Then what is he studying now?"

Chan let out a small chuckle, stopping a bit before the crowd as the artist got up to the small stage they had improvised in the middle of the gallery with Jihyo.

"He's taking an architecture course in college, though it might not seem like it since he barely looks at the world outside those 2D canvases."

Jisung felt his heart jump at the though, even though he didn't quite understand why.

And architect? it sounded hot but...

He shook his head, forcing himself to listen to what the woman was saying, a smile shinning on her face with the red lipstick.

"... and today we are here to celebrate art! Minho has worked hard for all these paintings, and everything here has been done with years of practice and the support of a lot of people." She changed her position, smiling at the audience, and Jisung could see how she was loved by the cameras that clicked from the front of the stage. "And now, we will call one of Minho's oldest mentors to come up here and say a few words!"

Jisung gulped as he saw the man from before going up, patting the younger's shoulder and getting way too close for Jisung's taste. He scoffed lowly as the man waved at the public, like they were there to see him.

"Thank you, thank you! Je veux commencer ce discours en vous disant que j'ai toujours eu de grands espoirs pour lui."

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, pulling Chan's shirt and whispering next to him.

"What on earth did he just say?"

Chan chuckled at the boy, translating quickly.

Jisung rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

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