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Chapter 21: The Gallery
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2026-10-10 12:04:39Milo Chen had never had his name on a wall before.
Now his name was on a white wall in big black letters: MILO CHEN: TOKYO BOYS His photos were everywhere. 20 photos. Freckled boys in Tokyo rain, a CEO with messy hair, a key on a fridge, grilled cheese at 3 AM. His whole life in the last 3 months. He stood in the corner, wearing his blue good luck shirt and black jeans, black nails picking at his lip piercing, shaking. "I can't do this," he whispered to Lucien. "What if no one comes? What if they laugh? What if they say my photos are childish?" Lucien was behind him, in a black suit but no tie — because Milo told him no tie — holding a massive bouquet of blue flowers. Blue like Milo's shirt. "Look," Lucien said. Milo looked. The small Brooklyn gallery was full. Full full. Lena was there. Eleanor was there with pancakes in a Tupperware. Daniel's replacement — no, not replacement, Milo's friends from photo class were there. And strangers. Strangers looking at Milo's photos. And Lucien. Lucien standing in first row, like promised, being possessive with his eyes. The gallery owner, a woman with pink hair, tapped a glass. "Thank you for coming for Milo Chen's first show," she said. "Milo is 24, self-taught, shoots on film, and he told me he learned to photograph because he wanted to remember places where he felt safe. These photos are his safe places. Tokyo. And home." Milo cried. Right there. In his blue shirt. Lucien handed him the blue flowers. Huge bouquet, heavy. "For my photographer," Lucien whispered. "My favorite artist." Milo took them and went to speak, voice shaking: "Hi, I'm Milo. I— I used to be homeless. I used to take photos so I could remember where I slept that wasn't cold. And then I met someone who let me take photos of his fridge. And his messy hair. And his grilled cheese. And now his fridge is my fridge. So these photos are... they're my home. Thank you for coming to my home." No one laughed. People clapped. A lot. Eleanor clapped loudest and shouted "That's my son!" and everyone laughed nice laugh. After, people came to Milo. Asked about his camera, his film, his freckles. Milo answered, still holding blue flowers bigger than him. One cute boy came — same type as Central Park cute boy — and said "Your Tokyo boy photos are hot, are you single?" Before Milo could answer, Lucien appeared. Like magic. Possessive CEO magic. "He is not single," Lucien said, hand on Milo's waist, cold voice but soft eyes for Milo. "He is very, very taken. He lives with me. His key says so." The cute boy left quickly. Milo looked up at Lucien, delighted even at his own gallery. "You did good possessive!" Milo whispered. "You did good photographer," Lucien whispered back. "I'm so proud I could buy this whole gallery." "You better not," Milo said, serious. "This is mine. You can be proud without buying." "I know," Lucien said, kissing his temple. "I'm learning. You teach me." At the end of night, Milo sold 7 photos. 7! For $300 each. $2,100 — more money than he ever made. He held the check and stared at it. "I can buy groceries," he whispered. "Real groceries. Not just ramen." Lucien took his hand. "You can buy anything. It's your money. You earned it." Milo folded check and put it in his pocket. Then he took Lucien's hand and walked around his gallery one more time, alone, after everyone left. His name on wall. His photos. His blue flowers. His CEO in no tie. He stopped at his favorite photo — the one of Lucien on rooftop, messy hair, looking at Milo off-camera. Under it, Milo had written for the show: My safe place. Lucien saw it and pulled Milo close. "I love being your safe place," he said. "You are," Milo said. "You are my safe place with a really nice penthouse and really salty soup." That night, no fridge note. Milo was too tired. He fell asleep on couch holding blue flowers and $2,100 check and Lucien's hand. Lucien carried him to bed and taped the gallery invitation on fridge himself, writing underneath: My boyfriend is a real artist. And I got to be in first row. - L Milo, half asleep, added in the morning, messy: He was good possessive and didn't buy the gallery. Progress for both of us - M
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