1 The Warren cup
Author's Point of view:
Minjun dusted the ancient cup. It was a beauty in his eyes. It portrayed homosexuality in ancient Rome. Minjun really adored those types of masterpieces. This expensive masterpiece was called The Warren Cup.
The Warren Cup is an ancient Roman silver drinking cup decorated in relief with two images of male same-sex acts. It is usually dated to the time of the Julio-Claudian dynasty(1st century AD).
It was purchased by the British Museum for £1.8 million in 1999, the most expensive single purchase by the museum at that time.
- Wikipedia
Minjun was gay. He discovered this when he was about fourteen. Since then, his love for ancient Rome was never-ending
He loved how men engaged in sexual acts with other men without society questioning their manliness or hell, their existence. According to him, those days would have been heavenly!
The cup was the property of the British Museum but, he managed to obtain it for his personal research just for a day. He had his ways, he was Jeon Minjun, after all!
He had read so much about this particular cup and to be able to hold it in his hand felt so pleasing that he let the grin break out from his lips, making him look like a bunny.
It looked really adorable, in all honesty. But, he would never admit that. He never gave a fuck about people's opinions. He doesn't have time for those, he says.
The cup he was holding was originally used for drinking. It had those beautiful sculptures carved on it that made Minjun even more excited.
He suddenly wanted to drink from the Warren cup and he was going to do it now. He always gets what he wants. If there was a fire ignited in him then, there is no way it would turn off until he gets what he wants.
He opened a bottle of fine white wine and poured very little in the cup. He admired the cup and the liquid inside for a few minutes before chucking the alcohol down enjoying the little burn in his throat.
He then smiled. He was different, very. He was someone who would solve your lifelong problems in just a minute by giving you a simple solution. His way of thinking was really different. He's just unique.
The creator of this cup was unknown. It was named after its owner, Warren. Minjun knew this, of course. But, he didn't know something vital about this cup.
This particular cup was created in the dedication of a young male prostitute who was in his twenties.
During those days, every man fancied the prostitute. Every woman envied him. Not even educated women were chased upon like the ethereal male prostitute.
Every man who has seen the beauty asks for just one night with him but, after the night they would never be able to forget the pleasure the beauty provided them with.
There were several literatures, paintings, and sculptures in which the ethereal male was present. He didn't have to seduce men, they fell for him here and there with just a glance, ready to pay whatever price for just a night of pleasure with the young prostitute.
The male had the perfect body too. He was lean and fit, having those curves in the most perfect of places. His thighs were thick and his skin so soft, his fingers slender.
He had the most beautiful eyes with long lashes decorating it, pretty as they press on his pink cheeks whenever they flutter close. His eyebrows were thick and shaped so perfectly. His nose was long, the perfect fit on his face with a tiny birthmark on its edge. His lips were so plump, so damn kissable. It was not red nor was it a dark pink, it was a beautiful baby pink that anybody would die to get a taste of. His hair was a pretty brown in color, silky and shiny, his skin honey tanned.
He too like every other human had flaws, flaws that made him flawless, imperfections that made him just perfect, a personality different from anyone else that made him unique in a unique way, a beautiful broken heart that everyone around failed to see.
Minjun didn't even care that the cup was the Museum's property. He gets what he wants, always. It has always been that way. His way.
"Fuck!" He cursed as he realized what he had just done. He had to clean the cup. He's fucked if the museum finds out. It was government property after all.
He took a small hand cloth and dipped it in warm water which had a hint of lemon in it. He washed the inside of the ancient cup and sprayed a chemical liquid to clean it up thoroughly.
He kept it in the safest place possible since it held history within, the young beauty's broken little heart buried within. Minjun loved how pieces like the very one in his possession carried so much, oh, if he only knew what the cup's rightful owner carried in his heart. He sighed, very tired from the day's tiring activities.
Soft socked feed padded down the floor as Minjun walked to his room, sighing as he stretched out, his shirt rising as it revealed his washboard abs. He finally went to his bed and sighed again but this time out of relief as he laid on the love of his life - his soft, fluffy, precious bed.
He played a playlist of soft songs by his favorite singer/ best friend Park Ji-min as he relaxed on the bed, melting into the pillow as he let his eyes flutter close. He had trouble sleeping as his mind would just never stop thinking. So, he used this particular playlist to sleep as it was very soft, like a feathery caress. Slowly Minjun was lulled into sleep by his best friend's voice.
Oh, I forgot to tell you something vital,
His life was going to change overnight.
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