Semua Bab What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?: Bab 21 - Bab 30

“My agency…” Min-a lied, “they’re probably wondering about the whole picture thing.” He sounded unbothered, putting the phone on silent. He couldn't deal with Seung-ho right now, not when the conversation was just beginning to shift away from him. “You should talk to them, explain that it's not what they think. The earlier you tackle the issue, the sooner you clear it up, the fewer people will think anything about it,” Ji-ho suggested. Her concern alarmed Min-a more than it should have. “I have nothing to hide, Ji-ho. It’s just a silly media attempt to find something to say about me. You know I'm plain and have nothing to hide,” he shrugged. “Maybe she’s right…” Min-a thought to himself as the conversation shifted away from him again. He had zoned out from whatever they were saying. He knew seeing Seung-ho right now would be the worst decision he could ever make because more eyes were going to be on him than usual. Impulsively rising to his feet, Min-a announced his departure

“And… It will get better.” Myung-Dae drummed his fingers rapidly on his glass table. “Oh fuck,” Min-a thought to himself. “Mr. Kwan Seung-ho got 1M likes when he shared the pictures. His manager also thought it would be a good idea that we collaborated on both talents and did a shoot of you both. Together..” Myung-Dae stood from his chair, kicking it sideways excitedly. Min-a stared at him in disbelief, turning to stare at Seung-ho to see his reaction, but the older man was having a good time tapping off the infectious excited energy that Myung-Dae exuded. “Imagine,” Myung-Dae went to the sealed glass window behind him, stretching his hands out like he was about to pitch a billion-won deal. “You, the young talented, and hot-” “Super hot.” Seung-ho corrected and Myung-Dae gave him an appreciative smile, clapping his hands eagerly. “Super hot, Korea’s number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, is now a talented artist. Then Kwan Seung-ho, the mysterious infamous artist who has always a

After witnessing the distress the younger man experienced after the photo leak and how he had withdrawn, Seung-ho was determined to protect him. Even if it meant stepping back to let Min-a shine as he always did. Yet, here he was, preparing for a joint photoshoot with him. “...or should we check out the studio first?” Seung-ho's attention snapped back to Myung-Dae and Aera, who had finished their conversation and were trying to get his input while he was lost in thought. “What?” Seung-ho appeared bewildered. Aera chuckled softly. “Would you like to head to the dressing room to start getting ready or take a tour of the studio first? They've given us an extra hour for preparation.” She inquired, and he pondered on her suggestion. Seung-ho had never experienced anything like this before, and it stirred nerves deep within him. “I think you should see the studio first. It would help you a lot to familiarize yourself with the set and prepare your mind. Besides, Min-a is also

“Are you okay?” Seung-ho's voice interrupted his little hormonal dilemma. “I’m okay,” Min-a answered a little quickly, face-palming mentally before trying again. “Unfortunately, I think your coarse palm might have left small bruises on my dick…” he teased Seung-ho with a straight face and the older man almost believed him. “I thought I was being-” Seung-ho started apologizing, red shades blazing his ears, and spattered on his cheeks causing Min-a to grin like a maniac. When he realized he was being teased, he released a breath of relief. “You little piece of…” he shook his head, grinning along with Min-a. They shared eye contact as they settled down from their laughter till the room got quiet. It was an awkward tension of who was going to speak first and what they were going to say that wouldn't make the other run away. “What?” Min-a was the first to speak, sick of the pressure as it was becoming too intense. “I don't know...just waiting for you to bolt out of the door a

“I got the first strike, that’s all that matters,” Seung-ho rejoiced, lifting the can of the white platform and hugging it in his arms. “COME HAVE A TASTE..” He dipped his fingers into the can and slowly brought it out, letting it drip back into the can. “You are so on..” Min-a picked up the custard yellow can and a paintbrush. Skillfully, he dipped it into the can and aimed for Seung-ho’s face. It went perfectly across his face. “You didn’t..” Seung-ho wiped his face, splashing the dull yellow down on the white platform. “Please, you are starting to look mean, it’s just for fun…” Min-a stepped back with every step Seung-ho took toward him. He waited for him to get just close enough before he swiftly aimed for his face again. This time, getting a chunk of it on his nose and neck. Seung-ho gasped in shock. “You tricked me!” he exclaimed, whipping his face only to smear it with more. “You fell for it...that’s on you..” Min-a chuckled and turned the table doing a littl