He is my art coach. And he sucked my dick after our first lesson, obviously, I didn't know he was gay! Now, I have to accept that I am impossibly attracted to a man who is eleven years older than me and a relationship between us could never be possible….or? ~~~ “Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated. “If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future…” ~~~~ 22-year-old Model influencer, Korea's number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, has everything a boy could want: great looks, amazing talent, the only son of a billionaire family, millions of followers, and fangirls at his feet. Min-a’s quest to help his sister sign a contract with the defiant artist Kwan Seung-ho, who was a much older man leads him to a brilliant art coach who challenges his understanding of love and identity. Could they really be a couple in a society where being gay is seen as condemnable? What Epic Love Story will they write?
View MoreTraffic in Seoul could be hell sometimes.
It was something even the filthy rich couldn’t avoid, and that was the reason Seo Eun Hye was taking her business calls right there in the middle of the stagnant highway in her Tesla. It was about 6 pm but the sun looked like it wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. It was the time when all good-paying jobs closed but she wasn’t coming from a job. She was going to the company her parents entrusted to her while they dealt with the invincible workload. Eun Hye let out another frustrated sigh, banging her head on the steering wheel of the electric car before looking at her map status. She was nowhere close to her destination. Her car suddenly became filled with the intro to Euphoria by Jungkook. It has been her ringing tone ever since the masterpiece was released. It was her assistant, Heidi, who was calling. Eun Hye snatched the phone from the holder and picked up the call with lightning speed. “Heidi, tell me some good news,” She sounded desperate. Heidi and Eun Hye were pretty close, and had one good thing in common; they worked fine under pressure. Silence echoed after Heidi didn’t say anything. “What did Mr. Seung-ho say?” Just give it to me straight, the project hearing is this weekend and this is Friday!” Eun Hye snapped, frustration from the traffic getting to her as she roamed her hands through her hair. Heidi cleared her throat, knowing the sooner she let it off her chest, the quicker they could brainstorm on another solution. “He said we shouldn’t contact him again, and that the seventh time would make him file a restraining order against us. He said he is not one to be bought out, he doesn’t deal with buyouts like-” She abruptly stopped speaking when she realized she couldn't hear Eun Hye breathing. “Eun, are you there?” Heidi asked, waiting for a response. Meanwhile, Eun Hye was making an effort to manage a meltdown in the middle of traffic. She gripped her steering wheel till her knuckles turned white. “That arrogant prick.” she drawled, clenching her teeth. Strong distaste was palpable in her expression as she looked out her window to see one of their digital billboards displaying colorful lights. It was of some upcoming BL actors advertising facemasks. “How about we call Cho Jeong?” Heidi suggested. “I’m running a company, not a charity event.” Eun Hye snapped, letting out a stressful breath as she hung the call. She was trying to calm her anxiety and think of a better alternative when her phone started to ring again. “Who the hell is calling me?” Eun Hye snapped at no one exactly before checking who it was. Min-a with a heart emoji displayed on her screen. She sighed heavily before picking up. “Now is not a good time. I have a fire to put out and-” Her younger brother didn’t let her finish before groaning, “Older sister,” Eun Hye rolled her eyes at his usual arrogant voice. She was about to hang up when he spoke up again, this time with urgency. “Help me,” his pleading tone sounded strange to her so she decided to give him a listening ear. “Could you pick me up at Skyhouse Sports Center?” Min-a sounded meekly like a squirrel. He usually played basketball at Skyhouse Sports Center every Friday and Sunday evening. The popular Sports Center was close to their home which meant it wouldn't actually be an issue picking him up but pressure from work made Eun Hye think otherwise. “Have you forgotten how to drive?” She scoffed. “Workshop has my car..” Min-a replied in a sheepish voice. “Seo Min-a! What the heck do you use your Hellcat for, bullfighting?” Eun Hye exclaimed, searching her rare view mirror to see how long the traffic was getting. “Eun Hye, don’t shout, or you’ll grow gray hair quickly.” “This little—” “Please, older sister,” he cut her off with a plea. Min-a always seemed to ask for help at the worst possible moments. Last time, he was caught with explicit drugs, Fentanyl, and some candy he claimed was for stress. Eun Hye had the leisure of bailing him out because according to him, she has “Big girl connections” “Okay, I will pick you up,” she agreed begrudgingly, knowing that she couldn’t refuse her only younger brother. Seo Eun Hye looked at herself in the mirror. Her fringe was still in the perfect position on her forehead making her round face appear more solid. She pouted her lips, adding another touch of lip gloss before making a smacking sound and then straightening her back. “You are the best. I would be outside-” Eun Hye didn’t let him finish before she interjected. “The traffic here is—” A loud, obnoxious horn blared from behind, startling her mid-sentence. She took a deep breath to quell the murderous thoughts in her head before glancing ahead to see the cars already far gone. “Fucking bastard!” Eun Hye cursed loudly, disbelief washing over her like a salty wave. Seo Eun Hye’s car came to a halt in front of the SkyHouse building. The glass front was so clean she could see three doors through the first one. She scoffed, her expression filled with dissatisfaction. Seo Min-a stood by the side pillar at the end of the stairs. Two girls were fangirling beside him, trying to make small conversations but he was ignoring them, typing off on his phone. Eun Hye rolled her eyes at the sight. Some days, she wished her younger brother was ugly. She knew he couldn’t be a regular guy because, with their wealth, their parents would fix him to look great. But the asshole came out like a fallen angel. Min-a was a student at a private university in Seoul, South Korea, and an influencer model. He loved basketball and had a passion for painting. Min-a had long, dark brown hair, and it was currently packed into a loose ponytail. He was 187 cm tall, wearing ripped joggers, and a basketball jersey. He had a glorious jaw, and a high cheekbone, with the most beautiful set of natural rosy lips, a trait they both shared with their mom. Eun Hye felt weird after realizing she was secretly admiring her brother, then she honked sharply. Seo Min-a raised his head immediately, relieved that she finally arrived. He walked away from the two girls in gym clothes without looking back. “You are looking so beautiful, older sister.” Min-a greeted her with a wide smile as he settled into the passenger seat. “Don’t flatter me. You owe me.” Eun Hye replied bluntly, driving off towards the highway leading to their up-city mansion in Gangnam. “Yeah, got it,” Min-a mumbled in a distracted tone as he began to surf the internet. “I see you got some new girlfriends..why are you still having a hard time choosing one?” Eun Hye raised a question with a playful smirk. Min-a tensed up, turning off his phone before looking straight ahead. Eun Hye noticed his Adam's apple go up and down. A habit when he was nervous. “Really, Min-a. I think Dad is waiting for you to bring a girl from one of the Major families soon. You will be 22 in a few months..” she reminded him. Min-a loved his family, but they were too demanding. He didn’t know why his father and his older sister always talked about meeting his non-existent girlfriend. He wasn’t in any relationship. He enjoyed fucking around, no strings attached, no commitments. It made him feel free, he was too young to be tied down. Besides, all the girls were the same. It wasn’t just his looks or his talent that they were after, it was his last name. Their ‘Seo’ family name was amongst the Major families that held power and wealth in Gangnam and throughout Seoul. He didn't want to participate in the political aspect of being a Seo, he liked his bad-boy reputation better. Playboy delinquent with charms of the devil, it had a ring to it. Didn’t it?Seung-ho felt his heart skip a beat multiple times. He couldn't believe he was blushing so hard right now in front of a twenty-two-year-old. He would have asked where all this confidence was coming from but then again, the younger man before him was Korea's number one bad boy. Min-a stared Seung-ho in the eyes, itching to seize those soft, cherry-colored lips again. “No...yeah, I mean- do you mind chips?” Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,” Seung-ho was met with disapproval
Min-a stole glances at Seung-ho as he drove his black Ford Jeep with one hand. He hadn’t realized he found such an innocent action attractive until he suddenly got an art coach. It was even more enticing now because Seung-ho's tattoos were fully visible. He was wearing just a white T-shirt and black Jeans. “Can you stop drilling a hole in the side of my face?” Seung-ho said softly, “your gaze is distracting.” He complained, subtly throwing him a side glance and catching the proud smirk tilting the right side of his lips. “Distracting in a good way or bad way?” Min-a asked, genuinely curious. “Distracting in the way that could end us both in the emergency room for an accident you caused,” Seung-ho replied, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “I see…I’m distracting you in a good way then.” Min-a nodded to himself, pleased with the impact he now knew he could have. Seung-ho just rolled his eyes. During the short seconds of silence between them, he did eve
“You know his name is Duncan, right?” Min-a corrected him. “I don't care, honestly,” Seung-ho muttered. Min-a found his jealousy cute. He did see why he would be jealous though, Duncan was actually hot and gentle. “So,” Seung-ho started, coming to stand beside him. “Do you want a drink?” He asked, not knowing exactly where to start from. It felt like the last time they saw or even held a conversation like this was a whole month ago and it had just been days. “No, I don’t think I want to taste alcohol just yet.” Min-a replied, a small smile appearing and disappearing almost at the same second it occurred. A weird silence ensued between them, just the air conditioner humming in the background and something beeping in the corner. “I think this is the part where you kind of like-make awkward moves so you can get close enough to kiss me..” Min-a mentioned with a straight face, then turned to look Seung-ho right in his icy, blue eyes.
“If you change your mind later, I can come and pick-” Duncan was about to give Min-a the parent speech when he gave him a bored look. “I'm 22 now. Remember that next time you want to give me any parental guidance.” “Then I'm following you inside.” Duncan came down from the car before Min-a could make any protest. Feeling defiant, he sat back in the car and watched him press the doorbell. It took more than a minute for Aera to come to his aid. “Uh, who are you?” Aera asked, studying the hot specimen in front of her. She had yet to see somebody that balanced being mixed better than Kwan Seung-ho. His hair was almost golden and his eyes were a deeper blue than Seung-ho’s. “A mutual friend of Kwan Seung-ho and Min-a…” Duncan stepped back to show Min-a in the car going through his phone. “Oh, I see…please come in and make yourself comfortable. “Is he not coming in?” Aera stopped dragging the door. “He will. Leave the door open, and gi
Duncan has done so many difficult jobs on his way to the top. Jobs that made him question his decision to take it in the first place. Living in the Seo household for the next 6 months was a decision he was starting to question and it was only the fourth day. A graveyard had nothing on stillness in the Seo's household right now. Min-a stayed shut in his room. Eun Hye also wouldn't come out either and their father was out of the question for him. Duncan eavesdropped on their conversation last night and he heard everything. Including the insulting slap, Seo Jung Ju gave to Min-a after he mentioned sucking cock. That was part of the reason why Duncan gave Min-a almost an entire day to himself to collect his traumatized mind together. Though, he still hovered close, once in a while checking if Min-a came online or eavesdropping by his door for any movement. Then he would do the same for Eun Hye. It was exhausting, truly exhausting to be checking on two grown adults, but what
Jung Ju took his attention away from his screen, looking above his glasses to stare at Eun Hye, “I saw it.” He replied simply, going back to clicking on his keyboard. Eun Hye had to stifle a scoff. His expression was so melancholic, almost neutral like he was silently mocking her. “When Min-a shows up, I will review the contract.” Jung Ju said out of nowhere. On cue, Min-a pushed the door gently, slipping inside and appearing beside Eun Hye. “Good, you showed up.” Jung Ju muttered unenthusiastically. He moved his chair closer to the table hunching over the contract book. Sending both of them a cold glance, he flipped the cover open. Eun Hye could feel her soul leaving her, with every page he flipped and every neutral expression his face held, she felt herself getting paler. She inhaled through her teeth, a deep shaky breath that caught Min-a's attention. “Where the hell did you get that contract from?” Min-a hissed at her, nudging h
“Older sister, for the love of god, don't even for once fucking say you did it to protect me from being exploited by Father because you were doing no different. Don't say you knew I won't be able to handle the heat because I was the one doing the dirty jobs for you.” Min-a shot to his feet, attempting to walk out before stopping in his tracks. “I don't feel sorry for you, just so you know. What hurts is that I would still be dragged down by your own mess.” And with that, he stormed off to the back of the house, a place he barely came to. It harbored the only indoor swimming pool they had. He had no plans of getting wet, he only wanted to pretend it was the beach when he stirred the water, so it sounded like water clapping against the shores. Time flew by insanely fast when you weren't watching its every move. No one had to inform Min-a that his father was home. The temperature in the house significantly dropped. A night maid popped through the black screen glass door
After Eun Hye’s fourth glass, it occurred to her that she never really filled Heidi in on her ordeal with her father, especially the aftermath. Heidi was her assistant, so she decided to discuss further possibilities like herself being replaced by a more compatible man from the board; so the old fellows could finally sleep at night. Since Seo Eun Hye assumed the role of CEO for one of Seo's premier assets, their Digital Advertising agency, the male members of the corporate board consistently opposed her. Each task she undertook only intensified the pressure on her to deliver efficiently. Taking her last gulp and emptying the wine bottle, she concluded her last option was to face the heat in the kitchen. The only issue was her father was the chef. Spacing around to calm her anxiety, Min-a crossed her mind again. She left her room and headed towards his side of his glass mansion, dropping the empty bottle on the kitchen counter on her way there. Eun Hye met
“Teacher and student my foot…” Duncan smirked. “I guess Min-a does have a type.” He walked away from the half-done painting to the others on the walls. Some were unhinging, reminding Duncan that he would never fully understand the kid's twisted mind. The most captivating was a dashing play of Red and black. If anyone could portray angst, using nothing but color palettes to depict struggle and elegance, it was Min-a. That was his specialty. He didn't need to paint human beings. As Duncan remembered him saying; “Feeling is not a human quality, feeling is an energy that can be shown through any medium, from sound to silence.” “This boy only grows scarier everyday.” Duncan muttered to himself, leaving the gallery worthy experience behind to finally sit on his bed. The bed dipping didn't even wake Min-a up, he had his long hair sprawled across his face. Duncan was amazed by how lush and long it had become since the last time he saw him a
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