Abject art

Art...that you cannot forget.

Fiction is out.

FYI

Hello every reader.

Let's introduce ourselves a bit.

Nine miracles Or to call it short You can say that you are fine.

Usually married as a Jay Phet couple, a Piraya couple.

Today, let's fulfill the promise I made to my friend that if my friend who is a baby finishes reading the story of Tuberculosis,

We will write fiction as our friends want.

and became this work.

What I expect from this piece is feedback.

This is in order to develop our own writing skills as well.

Don't comment no matter what. Don't push me to encourage you, no matter what.

I just want to leave this work for everyone to see. That's enough.

Please be pleased with the work.

Please enjoy the story.

And hope that we will meet again.

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Story & Illust by 9OfWonders

*This story is a short story, 1 chapter long, if you can't read it in the app. I ask all readers to read on the website instead.

art

Things that are said to be pleasurable Keep rejuvenating your mind and create entertainment for all human beings who are born, age, get sick, and die on this planet.

But as long as humans have light and dark sides Art is different.

color

It is something that represents human emotions. Whatever you feel, express it in the color your heart desires.

But as long as humans live with the word deception Yes, the colors that are splashed out are exactly what is in the heart.

Off reads daily articles from blogs. One of the underground websites A first-year Faculty of Fine and Applied Arts student like him is looking for the purpose of studying in this faculty.

Continue or give up?

It's up to him to choose.

The owner of the article he had read had picked out words and put them together. and presented to people who subscribe to read Seeking indirect profits Instead, they focus on presenting their own ideas.

Off is thinking about meeting this person, but he is a dark writer. or the writer who does not wish to be identified

But strangely, this person chose to display his art in a self-organized exhibition.

“Abject art” 

He named it that way.

It is a form of art. The main idea is to remove things that are not pleasing to the eyes, including waste. or various secretions Inside the body comes out to play as a piece of art.

Aof plans to go to this event in the next 3 days without any thought at all.

He took the program. and walked into the work

Red, musty, but hidden with some meaning. That's how Off interprets it. A small group of people walked sporadically in the exhibition room. An image of a human face showing various emotions.

A hand reached out and grabbed Aof's shoulder. The thick and muscular body of the bodyguard who walked over the event appeared. Is he struggling to think about whether he did something bad or violated any rules at work?

“I thought you would like to meet the boss,” was all he said. But it completely caught Off's attention.

“Yes, probably referring to the owner of the work...right?” The bodyguard nodded lightly.

“Are you the Alpha?” Aof nodded again.

“Please respect my boss,” was all the bodyguard said. before walking into another room One that was in a recess, not noticeable at all.

honor?

The bodyguard knocked on the glass door a few times before receiving an answer.

“You can come in.” His voice was soft but was unbelievably strong.

“You…” Off was speechless when he met the small figure's face. All black tuxedo The silver mask that covered the upper part of the face was adorned with a bird's eye charm, making the soft, deep look as interesting as a diamond.

“Please sit,” he gestured to the luxurious, jet black leather chair in front of the table.

“Wine or whiskey?” is a conversation that brings intoxicating drinks into the mix when they first meet.

“Wine.”

“It shows that you are a gentle person. It's not like me...whiskey is my best friend.”

A long-stemmed glass collided with a small, hand-sized glass.

"Let me introduce myself first. I... well, I don't look much younger than you."

"I'm off, first-year Fine Arts." A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. Taking a sip of whiskey, he moved his face closer to Off.

“The scent of a true alpha.” The tip of his nose curled into the area of ​​his strong throat. Just in time for Off to be able to inhale the pheromone scent on each other's throats.

“...Slightly omega-scented?” Gan just smiled before laughing, lightly applauding his guests today before grabbing a white pill jar and pouring it onto the table.

“These medicines are so boring.”

Pheromone suppressant

“I have never discriminated against you. And today I really want to praise you. about the caliber of your art and the articles you write regularly.”

“Thank you very much. You are one of the few Alphas who have respected me this much.” Gan clasped his hands in front of his face. Resting his chin, he tilted his head to look at his guest today before removing his mask.

These black eyes are a gift from heaven. In exchange for an inferior class like a slave

“Damn, you're the first person to look me in the eye like this.” Gan placed his mask down at his side. Leaning back in his chair, he tilted his head to look off the seat and swallowed.

“It would be good for us to get to know each other as friends.” He held out a thin hand in front of his face.

“I'm very pleased, too.” A slender hand reached out and shook the hand of the person in front of him. Underground artists who develop their work above ground

“Boss,” the bodyguards walked in and talked with each other after the guests of the year left the room. The small figure raised his hand to stop him before swatting it away in annoyance.

"You, I think..."

“I know that he is my soul mate that heaven has destined for me. The fact that I took the medicine and he still smelled it. Why wouldn't I know what that means?”

“Boss knows, but Boss will still...”

“I have been moving forward for five years now. No one can stop me.” Gun clenched his fists tightly, putting his mask back on. before walking out of the room Head to the temporary exhibition in the Masterpiece Zone. A zone where you have to spend a bit of money to see it.

Four pictures on the wall, heads and faces of four different people. Gently draw the lines with a pencil. Some pictures are also painted with powder paint. But every picture has red as part of the picture. Kan's signature was signed in the lower right corner, next to which was written the name of the flower decoration.

White Chrysanthemum

“Boss, Boss, I'm really sure. Is that right?” He lowered his mask again. Reaching out and touching the rightmost picture, looking at the other three pictures, tears flowed softly.

“Find me Mr. Off's contact...”

Off sat down in a coffee shop in a small alley. Looked at the chat line that had been sent to him.

Mr. Off

It's me.

I'd like to invite you to my studio.

I'll have my people pick it up.

“Hello, Mr. Off.”

Off looked up at the visitor. The same bodyguard from Gun greeted him. Casual clothes Much reduced tension from that day. Before the tall figure got up and followed Kan's bodyguard.

“Have you worked together for a long time? May I ask?” The bodyguard turned and looked blankly. before replying

“Since Boss was little But if with the big boss Not long since the hospital opened.”

“Big boss? Gun's father?"

“Yes, if it's Boss's mother. They call me Mistress.”

“What do you guys do for a living?”

“The boss is the director of the hospital. The mistress is the boss of a company that transports goods out of the country. As for the boss, he works in the art field. As you know.”

“What do you normally do?” Aof continued to ask. While traveling on foot to the studio

“Ever since I moved to work under the boss's command. Boss is the quietest, calmest, calmest person.” Aof nodded in understanding.

“But when he's hot...he's hot in such a way that no one can stop him.” The young bodyguard suddenly stopped and stood still. Bowing his head to his boss who was dressed more casually than that day.

Looks good, looks cute in another way.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Off, but I have to tell you that my studio isn't open for viewing yet. I'm planning my new project. I probably can't let you see. It's a secret.” Kankong is sober. But in the end, he raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, giving Off a smile.

“To put it simply...it's a mess. Can we change to a park?”

“I guess you're trying to believe in art.” Ganbi tossed bread to the goby in the wide pond. Aof picked up his beloved film camera and took pictures of the atmosphere around him. before clicking to take a photo of the little man beside him

"Secretly filming me? I know that." Gun threw bread at Off.

“I wasn't going to secretly take photos from the beginning.”

“Do you like taking pictures?” Off picked up the camera and took pictures again.

“Let's get on camera. I think you act casual. It's cuter than when you wear a suit and a mask.”

“Am I cute?”

“Yes, charming. Your eyes are very charming.” Aof lowered the camera in his hand. walk closer before staring into deep but bright eyes

“You stare at me like this, save the money.”

"Keep it, I'm willing to pay," Off said, stirring up each other's feelings.

“You are charming, Mr. Off.”

“Me?” Gan nodded.

“Are you trying to have faith in art?” Let's open up the question again.

“Yes, I tried...the art line that I studied in was drawing art. I prefer taking pictures with a film camera.”

“Why don't you go into supervision?”

“At home I run an art gallery. they are old fashioned I like drawings more than photos. I like things that are made by hand rather than using technology.” Off sighed, looking at each other who stood there without any comment.

“I promise, when will I finish setting up my studio? I will let you try and experience this art form. that you will never forget.”

“Gun,” a young man's fatherly voice sounded as the two young men walked into the house.

“Hello,” Aof raised his hands in greeting. before trying to look at the young man in front of him

"who?"

“My guest”

“Alpha?”

"yes"

“…Nice to meet you.” The young man held out his hand. Aof reached out and shook his hand in a friendly manner.

“Then I'd like to leave first. If there is a chance we will meet again.” Off said goodbye before walking out of the gate.

“Gun!” The footsteps as they entered the big house stopped.

“I know what Father will say.” Gan didn't even think to turn around and look at the man who was known as his father. But my heart skipped a beat when my father said something.

"Don't miss it... like Dad missed."

“I have made my decision. Whoever comes and stops me, I don't care.”

“Even he is your soul mate. Is that so? You made a good decision, right?”

"I won't make the same mistake as dad." He turned to look at his father, his eyes red and his hands clenched into fists, before stomping his feet and walking into the house.

As the days passed, the two young men arranged to meet at various places. Exchange knowledge of each other's thoughts and opinions. Smiles and laughter never fade away. The closer...the closer we become.

So much so that I wanted to think to myself... that we were both thinking too much of each other.

It was like that for almost a year. Until one day...they disappeared.

We never contacted each other. Only Off still lives on campus as a fresher would.

learn

Go back to the dorm.

learn

Go back to the dorm.

There's a film developing room in the house that Off returns to every Saturday and Sunday. Originally...there were only pictures of views. But after he met

A room plastered with red lights Instead, there were only pictures of each other.

Dingdong...

"yes? Oh, Mr. Bodyguard.” Aof walked up and opened the door to his own dormitory. When he saw who it was, he opened the door and invited the guests into the room.

“How do you know? That I'm here?”

“Boss once ordered me to investigate your history. The boss contacted you because I was investigating your history.” Off stopped his steps as he headed towards the kitchen to pour water for the guests as a courtesy. Immediately, the target changed and focused directly on the bodyguard. A strong hand immediately grabbed the collar of the shirt of the guest who had just recently entered the room.

“Who exactly are you? Why are you investigating my history?”

“I came here. I came secretly.” The young bodyguard took out his wallet. Before picking up the card and giving it to Off to see

“My name is David. I swear that what I have said to you and what I will say here is true.”

“What are you going to tell me, David?”

“I will tell you everything. From the beginning...and I'm telling you today because I knew from the first day I saw you that you were Boss's true mate.”

...Boss grew up in a small family. There is a boss and a mistress to look after. But when the boss turned 1 year old, both the boss and the mistress returned to their work as usual. As for Boss, he had a governess to take care of him. When Boss grew up, the boss asked me to be Boss's bodyguard. At that time, we were very fond of Boss and always called him Miss.

But the boss said it looked too weak. Let's call him Boss instead.

As Boss grows up, the more he shines as an artist. Boss likes to buy watercolor cartridges every time he follows his nurse to the supermarket. Luckily, the boss and mistress never thought of forcing the boss to study as he wanted. So Boss always decided to study fine arts. Graduated from high school abroad. Then fly back first to open the underground gallery. Refusing to study at university

Boss has never been in love... like a normal person.

“What do you mean?” Aof seemed interested in what David was saying. Especially about love

“In the boss art zone, which is a VIP zone...a zone where you have to pay a high price to see it. There will be pictures of four men in it.”

“...Who?”

“The ex-boyfriends of the four bosses.”

Off froze, David's thick palm slapped his shoulder.

“I know, and I can see how you feel about Boss.”

"...yes"

“You like the boss more than the fans like the artist.”

“I admit, I fell in love with his eyes.”

“I know. Boss once told me you said that to him.”

“Now...a long time has passed. That I haven't met him."

David was silent, looking at Off who sighed and leaned back on the sofa. Before telling the important truth

"...All four of the boss' ex-boyfriends have died."

“Huh?”

“The boss is...”

“You have such a big mouth!!”

Thump!?

A red light flashed as soon as Off opened his eyes. The room was filled with a lot of dust and smoke, both cramped and uncomfortable. Aof was suddenly seated on an old wooden chair. Unable to breathe the air in the room, he sneezed incessantly.

A mouth mask was placed on Off's face by someone.

“Mr. Off, don't breathe right now,” a familiar voice said.

"together?"

“Yes, it's me.” Kan walked around and sat on the chair in front of him. Move your chair closer. Gently run your hand along the frame of Aof's face.

“What did David tell you?”

“He probably didn't tell you. That you can't be quiet at me when I ask!!!!” Gun rushed in and squeezed him on the chin. He put the knife he held at his side against his cheek.

“David told me what his boss was like. And how many boyfriends have you had? But he hasn't finished telling the story yet.”

“But David, he probably can't tell you anymore.” Gan took out a clear plastic box on the cabinet, opened it, and poured it on the floor.

...blood-soaked human organ that looks like a tongue

"together!! What have you done!?”

“If you still have a big mouth. or is silent and refuses to answer I'll cut out your tongue and show you!” His eyes were glowing red. Pressed onto the tip of Aof's chin. But the other person remained silent. Staring back equally.

“What did you do with your ex? All four of them?" Off asked.

“Want to know? Fine, if you're not afraid of blood, you can see for yourself.”

Video images are projected from the monitor onto the wall. The image of four young men tied to chairs was no different from him, screaming and ranting as they touched the tip of their knives along the frame of their faces. before disappearing from the frame and returned with something resembling a syringe.

“Did you draw their blood?”

“....that's clever.” He picked up four pictures on the wall. A picture of four young men before they were thrown onto the ground until it covered in dust.

“This is my art...that I wanted you to see many months ago. It's something that I still can't accept. Because you are going to be part of the art.”

“Then why did they die? Why did you kill them?”

“Can't help it. He is not my soul mate.”

“What about me…” Aof asked, trying to make eye contact at each other who were standing to the side and not looking back.

“Are you going to kill me?”

quiet

There was only pure silence.

It was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing getting louder and louder.

“Oh shit!!!!” Two fists slammed down on Off's shoulder. His body was small but his heart was big and as he got older he started to become fragile. Tears are a sign of weakness.

“...I can't hurt you. But I can't kill you...

“Why? Why? You answer me.”

“I killed them...that's right. That he is not my soul mate. But I have to kill Because he is the one who hurt my sister before.”

We walked over to the wooden table. He picked up a photo album, opened it, and placed it on Aof's lap.

Grace

"What's wrong with your sister?"

“These bastards tricked my younger sister into ruin. He acts like my little sister is something that can be used to let off steam at any time.” Gan tried to control himself. Force yourself to sit down in the chair. But sweat began to seep into the frame of his face.

“You fooled my little sister and threatened me until my little sister started to change. I was smart enough to know that she was definitely pregnant. And finally, he found out. A nosy person tricked my little sister into having an abortion. And then killed my little sister again!!! How could you idiots do that?!”

He began to lose control of himself, his hands shaking and his face turning red.

“Let's take it easy.”

'Let's calm down first, kids.'

It was like he had regained consciousness for a moment.

"...Mom," Gan muttered in a low voice but repeated one word. Symptoms seem to have eased somewhat. But the tears began to flow without end.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't take good care of you. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you at all.”

"Calm down first. First unwrap and tie it for me," Aof whispered softly. Kan raised his head and turned to look. We considered it for a long time before coming to unwrap it for you.

Off sat still, trying not to move too much. lest the other person think he was running away.

Even though his heart wanted to do it the most...

“Gun,” Aof gently tugged on the arm of the owner of his name. Pull another person into an embrace Then rubbed his back to comfort him.

“I don't know if you'll spare the life of a soul mate like me. But at least let me tell you something.”

"...what?"

“Your eyes are as charming as ever. When you cried just now, I liked it. It seemed to add a lot of charm to you. But I don't want you to cry that much. You deserve tears of joy. Not sorry.”

"already?"

“And it makes me...like you too. The more I know that we are a real couple. I'm even more delighted.”

"But I have to kill you."

"If you put your hair down...I'll accept it." They kept quiet.

"...I can't do it."

“Take my blood. Do you want to go draw a picture?”

“How do you know I used it to draw?”

“abject art 

how"

“Already done.” Kan sat and smiled, looking at the piece of paper he used to draw. before colliding with the image of a sitting, smiling figure that was no different

“Are you good at drawing? Let me see your skills.” Off moved closer. before leaning forward to look at the artwork in front of him

“It's fitting that my heart truly loves art.”

“So in conclusion... have you found the charm of art yet?”

“...How about it?”

Eye contact...

The lips were pressed lightly. A lingering kiss, but with a hint of warmth to be felt.

Until finally... it burned so hard it couldn't be bothered.

“Are you tired?” The tall figure wiped sweat along the frame of the face of the person sitting facing his lap.

“Don't ask.”

“Huh.”

“What are you laughing about!?” A red streak crossed his face. small mouth before being kissed to absorb the cuteness again

“So now...what do we do next?”

They didn't answer anything. Holding the face of his soul mate who had just bitten his neck One more kiss Before hugging like you want to do

“I'm going to kill you!!”

1 year has passed since that day...whose breath must have expired?

“Boss,” a new bodyguard approached. Kan looked at his face expressionlessly.

"what?"

“Someone came and asked the boss to take a look at a special gallery.”

“Alright, tell him to wait and I will follow.” With the order finished, the new bodyguard walked away. Gan, on the other hand, walked into the secret room behind the office.

That person's body was pinned on the wide wall. Let's step closer. Caressed along the naked body. The smell of formalin still lingered faintly. Not as strong as when it was soaked in the tank about half a year ago.

Mistress' shipping company...that is behind the human parts trade. It's really conducive to making art.

I admit that I love...

But it was one of those people who had ruined their younger sibling's good qualities just because he was drugged by a friend.

It wouldn't be strange if he couldn't remember. What bad things have you done?

You can make it up to us now, Grace.

You can make it up to us now.

Even though...it's the person I love.

They kissed the back of the corpse's hand. before jerking the chain to lower the face of the person being pinned down a little.

“Still looks like you, Off.”

“When will I be able to forget you? When will I be able to let go of you? Tell me! You can't be quiet with me, right? You know…” The fist slammed down on the corpse's shoulder until it hit the chain that held the body. The little embrace that had never disgusted the body of the man he loved was still there as usual.

But it'll be better.

If you hug and answer me...

Off

Was I right when I killed you?

We changed to wear turtlenecks. When shedding clothes A large mirror reflected the bite mark on his neck. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Gently rub the bite mark. Before thinking about the happy days together

The day we belonged to each other...

“I love you.”

“The five of them... who are they?” They all wore masks like they did that day. Standing face to face with rich guests

“The person I value”

“Then why is this person...different from others?”

Today's guest points to the last picture. A picture of a person's face that prevents him from being hurt and lost every time he looks at the picture.

“Because I love him the most.”

“So you wrote down the name of this flower. To be different from others?”

Orchidaceae

"yes"

Because I will love him

...forever

END