The weekend lazy haze didn’t spare Min-a.
He found himself sprawled out on the sidewalk of the Yongsan-gu neighborhood. He opted for morning jogging since he felt too tired to lift any weights in his private gym. But he barely ran over 10 km before feeling exhaustion crippling him. His white T-shirt stuck to his body and his black shorts were showing the print of his cock, so he had to call it a day and walked the way home. He had a private door from the side of the house that led him directly to his room but his stomach churning sent him through the main door for some warm breakfast. Only, he met a not-so-expected st waiting at their gate in a well-tailored suit. “He actually fell for it…” Min-a thought to himself in disbelief. “Mr. Kwan, you showed up,” he announced his presence, startling the older man. Seung-ho snapped around to look at Min-a with a neutral expression on his face. His eyes lingered on his broad chest and lean legs that his clothes didn't make an effort to disguise. “Yeah,” he answered a few seconds later as he stared intensively. Seung-ho ogled Min-a as he took out the hair band that held his long hair in a rough ponytail, his fingers scouring through his butterfly cut. “We were that convincing?” Min-a cock a brow at him. “No. But I learned that the legendary Mr. Seo Jung Ju wants to see me. I can’t possibly reject such an invitation, can I?” Seung-ho responded, causing the younger man to snicker in disgust. “Didn’t you refuse to work with his company?” “That’s two different things,” Seung-ho defended. Min-a shook his head in doubt and walked through the huge black gate leaving it open for Seung-ho to come in after him. Only for him to turn around to find the man standing fixed outside. Min-a raised a brow at him. “Aren’t you coming in?” Seung-ho blinked rapidly, before ushering himself in and closing the gate. He had his eyes fixed on a certain butt, he forgot how to move his legs. “Your house is magnificent.” Seung-ho complimented, and Min-a hummed in response. “It sure is a money pit.” Seung-ho watched him pass by what looked like the front door. “I might not know how huge mansions work but I thought we just passed the front door,” he spoke out, pointing back at the front even though his legs still actively followed Min-a. “This door leads to my room.” Min-a let out simply before stopping in front of a gray door attached to the side wall. It was a part of the building that had huge rectangular gray tiles on it and not some see-through glass window. Without another word, Seung-ho followed him through the house, immediately spotting the difference in the air as he got in. He thought he was rich, in fact, he was. He was comfortable with the wealth his art generated for him but this...this building, this fortune was on a whole other level of wealth. They got to a brown door which Min-a opened with a black key card and ushered him in. Seung-ho tried not to gawk at the raw art displayed on the walls of the room. The room was so spacious, that he had a hard time finding the bed till he realized there was no bed there. “This is..” his voice was suspended in mid-air as he viewed a painting that looked homoerotic yet extremely upsetting. The features of the black and red painting seemed troubling but redeeming. “Hmm...this is very impressive, Mr. Influencer.” Seung-ho chuckled, truly impressed. “My name is Seo Min-a.” Min-a corrected. Seung-ho shrugged nonchalantly. “I like Haneul better,” he smirked, earning an eye roll from Min-a, who was now focusing on taking off his shirt. “No one has the right to call me Haneul except my older sister. I don’t want any strange man calling me by that name.” Min-a remarked stubbornly, his shirt discarded as he walked bare-chested to his closet to find a dry shirt. Seung-ho ignored Min-a’s rebuking words, his eyes trailing after his gorgeous body, captivated by how his back muscles tightened and loosened with each step. “When did you start painting?” Seung-ho asked, moving around from one art piece to another to distract himself from the alluring yet lean body before him. “Fifteen,” Min-a’s voice came back muffled as he pulled on another white shirt. “At first, it was comic scenes and random things. I got serious at nineteen, but no one ever took me seriously. The media only wanted me, and that's how I dominated the Modeling Industry,” he narrated, sounding arrogant. Even in the midst of a sad story, he managed to sound cocky. “You?” Min-a asked, surprising Seung-ho with his attempt at conversation, even after he had walked out on him the previous day. Turning around, Seung-ho found Min-a clad in white briefs, searching for sweatpants as he leaned over. He tried to drag his eyes away from his perfectly rounded butt before he caught him staring, but he failed. “Mr. Kwan Seung-ho.” Min-a called out, turning around to see Seung-ho's intense stare. Realizing he had been caught, Seung-ho looked away slowly, pretending to admire another art piece. “12,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “My father was a mechanic. He wanted me to be a doctor, or at least learn how to repair a car. Instead, I used engine oil and old clothes as canvas and paint. That’s how I dominated the Art Industry,” he mimicked his earlier tone. Min-a noticed Seung-ho’s blatant staring, but he didn’t mention it at all. “That’s dope.” He replied, shutting his closet door. “You look good by the way.” Seung-ho complimented him, but Min-a just walked towards the exit. “Ready to meet my father?” Min-a asked with a low resting gaze, leaving the door open for him to pass through. Seung-ho strolled and stopped in front of him, taking advantage of the inch difference in their height. “Of course,” he said in a low or barely audible voice, staring into his eyes. They stayed in this position for like a few seconds before Min-a closed the door, grumbling, “ever heard of personal space..” He led Seung-ho toward the main area of the house where Eun Hye and their father were holding a conversation. “We approached him several times, but he refused the offer, so I invited—” Eun Hye nearly shot herself in the foot before she spotted Seung-ho in a well-tailored suit behind her little brother. Relief washed over her, extinguishing the flames of her panic. The disappointed glint in her father’s gaze had nearly made her want to bury herself in the ground. “Mr. Kwan! Pleasure seeing you. I wasn’t aware of your arrival. Please join us,” she stood up to usher him into the room. Seo Jung Ju, Eun Hye, and Min-a’s father also rose to their feet to shake Seung-ho’s hand as he approached, a broad smile displaying on their faces. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Kwan,” he said warmly, offering his hand for a handshake. “The pleasure is all mine, sir.” Seung-ho shook his hand with both of his. Seo Jung Jun was a paragon he had always respected. “What can I offer you?” Jung Ju asked cheerfully. “Tea is fine, sir.” Seung-ho replied, taking a seat while Min-a hovered in the background. “I heard you turned all six of our contract offers down.” Jung Ju went straight to the point as they took their seats. “Seven actually,” Seung-ho corrected with a gentle smile. “I’ve explained to your daughter, sir. I’m not one to be bought out.” He relaxed in the chair, his gaze shifting to Eun Hye, who offered him a persuasive smile. Observing her father’s reaction, she quickly diverted the conversation. “Dad, look what Min-a did with Mr. Kwan’s unfinished painting.” Eun Hye said, showing him a picture of Min-a while he was rounding up Seung-ho’s work. Seo Jung Ju’s eyes glistened with satisfaction. “This is very good!” he exclaimed, shooting his sparkling eyes at his only son with pride. “I wasn't aware you were this good.” Seo Min-a simply shrugged indifferently. He wasn't moved by the praise. He had tried and given up on his father acknowledging his artistic potential for eight years. Now, all of a sudden, when Seung-ho was involved, he suddenly saw something in him. Seo Eun Hye continued, knowing now she had her father's attention. “I want to suggest that Mr. Kwan gives Min-a private classes so he can become ready for the real world out there.” She proposed and Seo Jung Ju nodded enthusiastically in approval of her suggestion. “That’s a good insight, my daughter. It will do him lots of good. Mr. Kwan, what do you think? Would you become my son’s art coach?” He stared at Seung-ho whose eyes left Eun Hye to respond back to her father. “I would love to coach him,” he said with a forced grin before turning to face Min-a. “How does 6:30 pm, three days a week sound to you?” “Sounds like a plan,” Min-a grumbled.White and faded light blue were the only shades Min-a had made peace with, these two colors always looked fire on him. He looked at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his beach turquoise palm tree pattern shorts with a white background, and went through five outfits before settling for this. All had the same color gradients. He was certain he looked good. It was 6:45 pm on that same day, a few minutes later than the time Seung-ho had informed him to come for his first lesson. Who the hell begins lessons on the same day as they commenced it? Min-a tried not to think about how he was cornered by his father and his Noona into being a student of the man he barely knew. His lessons were mutually agreed to three times a week but trust he wouldn't be making efforts to attend all. “After tonight, he better not expect me to attend any evening cringe evening classes.” He spoke firmly in his mind. After he was done, Min-a went back to his shelf to apply perfume, a
Min-a gasped upon realizing he was caught staring, then huffed, feeling his face suddenly get hot. “No. I was only checking out the fit. Not bad for an oldie.” Seung-ho dropped his upcoming remark after listening to his words. “We need to get going now, it’s gonna rain soon.” He grunted, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Spare me a few more seconds, entertaining your delusion is so worthwhile.” Min-a retorted. “No comments?” He pressured but Seung-ho didn't say anything back. “You look great would have sufficed.” Seung-ho chuckled dryly, “Aera, lock up for the night.” He barked out the order to see his assistant as they left. “Please, tell me you have a car..” Min-a muttered, resting by the street light. “Nothing fancy. Your pampered ass might think of it as scrap.” Seung-ho opened up the next garage, revealing a covered-up car. From the shape underneath, Min-a felt his breath hitch in his throat. “No way..that can't be..” He breathed, leaning off the st
Min-a lingered on the sidelines, exchanging pleasantries and snapping photos with familiar faces, but his attention kept gravitating back to his art coach. Seung-ho effortlessly navigated the flurry of lights and cameras, exuding a natural charisma that caught Min-a off guard. Perhaps he had underestimated him. Lost in his thoughts, Min-a didn't notice they had moved on to greet the next while he was discreetly observing Seung-ho. “You can’t seem to keep your eyes off me, Min-a.” Seung-ho murmured smoothly into Min-a's ear, his arm snaking around Min-a’s waist with a graceful smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, your cloth tag was stealing all the spotlight if you ask me..” Min-a mirrored his moves, subtly moving his hand under his blazer and gently pulling the tag off. As his hand connected with Seung-ho’s skin, he felt a sudden warmth, contrasting with the cool air around them. Min-a hesitated, allowing his hand to linger, feeling the tantalizing warmth of his skin
After a moment of deep breaths, he met Seung-ho’s gaze head-on, determined to challenge him. “Because I’m bored, and you’re making me nervous as hell,” Min-a’s admission seemed to please Seung-ho, though he suspected it was the alcohol loosening his ton. “What about your date?” He took another sip of his dry martini. Seung-ho was testing how patient Min-a could be. Not knowing he was as impatient as a child. “Wait for a moment, let me ask her.” Min-a turned to the empty space beside him. “Hello, dear, do you want to dance?...oh, right, you don’t exist?” He turned back to face Seung-ho. When he saw that the older man had looked away, Min-a scowled hard, leaned in, and grabbed his chin with a strong grip, turning Seung-ho to face him. “Look at me when I talk to you,” his tone came off smeared with anger. And that reaction made Seung-ho smile victoriously. “Now that was the reaction I wanted.” He said to himself, bemused. He kept his legs wide open, letti
These words barely left Seo Min-a’s mouth when Kwan Seung-ho's lips came crashing into his. For the first few seconds, it was just them savoring the taste of each other's lips and nothing more. No lip movement, only a deep sensual hold between both lips. Slowly, Seung-ho started to move his lips, leading the kiss in the direction of hot pleasure. All his infatuation with the man in front of him tasted exactly like he thought he would. His vanilla scent sent him into a greater high than any alcohol would have given him. Min-a subtly propelled Seung-ho in the direction where the chairs weren’t present, only a wall-cladded art and wallpaper. He pushed against his muscled tattooed chest while nibbling on kissing his lips. His actions were contradictory. He wanted to step away from the sexually, fascinating man in front of him, but his body kept craving for more of him. In a swift movement, Seung-ho reversed their positions, pinning Min-a against the wall. Their bo
A few people were around, making videos and taking pictures in the Velvet Hall. Amidst the pulsating lights, Seung-ho’s gaze caught sight of Min-a’s tousled hair bobbing through the crowd. Emerging outside, he scanned the area but he couldn't find him again. A wave of panic rose within him, fearing Min-a might have wandered off into the bustling streets of Gangnam in his intoxicated state. “Who are you looking for?” Min-a’s voice came from behind, a half-smoked cigarette dangling between his fingers as he took another drag. Startled, Kwan Seung-ho whirled around to find him standing there, a hand on his hip, staring at him as he smoked. Without hesitation, he pulled him into a tight hug, feeling a rush of relief wash over him. “I know..enough of this Hollywood crap. Where is your car?” Min-a asked, staring around. He was about to take another drag when Seung-ho slapped the cigarette out of his hands. It landed on the floor making Min-a frown deeply.“What’
Seung-ho didn’t think dealing with Min-a would ever be this stressful. But alas, he was still thankful that he wasn't a total mute, that he actually had other sides to him, but this was beyond him. “33? That's definitely old.” Min-a chuckled, clasping his stomach due to the heavy laughter as he headed towards the sofa behind him. “It’s not.” Seung-ho refuted, following him. “You are 10-” Min-a counted on his finger before exclaiming, “I mean, 11 years older than me!” He exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at Seung-ho. “You could have been a father now if you had enough rizz.” He teased landing his butt on the gray sofa. “Careful, you could ruin my cushion..” Seung-ho stood beside the chair, staring down at his student, folding his hands on his chest. Min-a's head snapped in his direction, “are you calling me fat?” He frowned, staring into Seung-ho’s eyes directly. Usually, he would be nervous to look into Seung-ho’s mesmerizing blue eyes, but right now, he had this confi
The man eating ass began to ride the other man, his mouth parted open as the top spanked his cheeks. “Fuck..” Min-a groaned, adjusting in his seat.Seung-ho watched him struggle to swallow as his brown eyes reflected the TV light from the side view. Min-a seemed so focused on the screen that he didn't know when Seung-ho stood to his feet and took off the rest of his clothes till he came to stand in front of him.His erection pushed against the tight brief he was wearing, sticking out towards Min-a's face. Min-a blinked hard. His eyes widened in shock as he felt his body reacting to Seung-ho’s erect cock. He swallowed hard, glancing between his art coach and his tempting manhood. When he was younger, he never saw Ji Won and Inn Woo's cock because he thought it was uncomfortable, now he understands why. Seung-ho’s cock had a different air around it up close. The scent aroused Min-a so much that he could feel heat pooling in his lower tummy. Seung-ho stood still,