All Chapters of What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

It was past 11 PM and Eun Hye didn't feel alive. She felt depleted inside and outside, yet she heard the sound of laughter and the faintest boom of music on the other side of the crosswalk. Threatened by another tear and a lump in her throat. She turned on her phone. There were no messages, no missed calls…nothing. The tears she so dearly struggled to hold back fell free and she cried into her phone. She was a big girl, she knew that but she was tired and vulnerable. The alcohol was getting to her. Eun Hye didn't care that she was in public and was at the risk of being videotaped. She was tired of being perfect and strong while Min-a was praised for being broken and imperfect. Why didn't she have the same privileges of being imperfect? Why did she have to be the one to walk with her back straight, with perfect hair and perfect makeup? The more she asked herself these questions, the more the tears kept coming. She wept bitterly into her hands until her phone began v

Min-a had woken up in so many places in his life. From different countries, to the beds of different actresses and supermodels, to a hospital bed and back to his bed at home. But Seung-ho's bed beat every single experienced hand and leg down. Maybe it was because of the hands that safely wrapped around his waist, holding him close against Seung-ho's morning wood, or the smell of fresh lemon on his pillow that came from his shampoo, or just the fact that his heart felt full and content. He didn't even realize that he hadn't touched his phone since yesterday, which was unlike him since he knew his status and he needed to check any news outlets that breached the contract of sharing anything about himself and Seung-ho. He made mental plans to face that later. Right now, his mouth was salivating at the mere thought of bringing pleasure to Seung-ho, whose morning wood was up against his butt. It throbbed, seeking Min-a's attention to an extent, he couldn't fathom why he had the pressi

Seung-ho almost chased after Min-a, knowing full well he wasn't in his right state of mind until he realized that he was the one driving and he had to park the car properly before he could go after him. He drove the car into the first space he found, not caring that he crossed the white line that demarcated the parking spaces. Seung-ho ran as fast as he could, feeling his breakfast juggling in his belly as he increased his speed to catch up with Min-a who managed to get past the glass door without breaking through it due to the level of adrenaline that ran through his veins. He knew Seung-ho was running after him, his flip-flops made a hell of a noise from a distance. That wasn't what bothered him. He needed to see Eun Hye. He needed to see his older sister. There was never a time he didn't think of something terrible happening like this and he wasn't going to be there. Knowing they weren't even on good terms made his chest hurt even more. You would think

“I'm fine…” Eun Hye attempted a smile and received a frown in response from Min-a. “Don't even dare pretend. You forget I have been here before. Just reversed roles.” Min-a reminded her of his position in the same bed almost five years ago. Eun Hye chuckled bitterly. “Life is so weirdly poetic.” She said to him and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Who else knows?” Her voice floated in the room as it was reduced to a small whisper. “I don't know. I think almost everyone who matters.” Min-a tried to round it up. “That’s the issue. I don't know who matters anymore.” Her voice broke. She was closer to tears than he was. Min-a got closer to her, grabbing her left hand. Judging by the position of the bandage, he could clearly picture the scenario in his head. “It's okay to cry. Nothing will ever prepare you for a moment like this.” He said to her as his way of assuring her about her situation. Eun Hye shook her head. She kept her eyes