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Damage Control
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What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? A Little Favor
Traffic 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
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Min-a felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled eating a particular Mrs. Yuan's coochie because his older sister needed him to convince the old lady to invest in her last project. “What? That was a good one. You get to fuck Mrs. Yuan! Wasn’t it like a great time for you too?” Eun Hye frowned, appearing extremely confused. She thought he had enjoyed the arrangement since he loved abomination affairs. Min-a swallowed hard before walking away. His silence troubled his older sister. “Did she do anything else to you?” Eun Hye’s worried voice brought Min-a to his senses. He realized he was being too sensitive. “Nope, aside from biting my balls a bit too hard?” he wiggled his brows, winking at his older sister because he knew she would be disgusted, and hopefully, that would get her to leave him alone. But it didn’t work. “I didn’t need to know that. Look, it’s different this time. Kwan Seung-ho is like those ethical artists. He came from nothing and now is some top-rate
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Damage Control
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 dick. That was part of the reason why Duncan gave Min-a almost an entire day to himself to collect his traumatized mind together. 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 check
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Judgment day
Eun Hye shot to her feet the second she heard the Rolls Royce engine smooth rumble from afar. He was early. It was barely 15 minutes past seven, how did two hours fly out of the window so fast? She never told Min-a or Duncan, but she had prepared an entirely different contract with a fast-rising artist, Kim Jin-soo. He was a publicly acclaimed artist with some of his best work featured in top galleries. She also drafted some of his work into the contract book so her father could at least see she had other ideas in mind. Duncan laced his fingers with Eun Hye slim’s soft ones perfectly. They had been trembling so badly while she watched the door in horror. “You don't have to stand here like this to welcome him. Not when you look like a mess…” He glanced over her messy hair and band T-shirt. Her eyes widened at alert, suddenly feeling very self-aware. “I look a mess?!!” Eun Hye cried, running her hands through her hair widely like a cr
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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.
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Mutual intentions
“Dunny!” Min-a didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Duncan’s neck, nearly choking the air out of the older man. “Too tight, too tight… I can’t breathe.” He croaked out, tapping the side of his arm. “Oh, I’m sorry..” Min-a let him go, feeling a little embarrassed. In his defense, it has been years since he last saw the only person he truly loved and respected. His thoughts flashed back to Eun Hye telling him to pick him up, but between his rage and high state, he totally forgot about it. Min-a sat up quickly, his gaze showing remorse. “Hangover?” Duncan teased, adjusting his legs on his wide bed. “Yeah, I am so sorry, Dunny, I totally-” Min-a was going to ramble out a long unplanned apology when Duncan stopped him. “It’s alright, my boy. Eun Hye explained everything,” He began with a subtle smile. “I don't blame you and you didn't fail me.” A tear nearly fell out of Min-a's eyes when he heard that sentence, “you didn't fail me.” I
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Sneaky Little Fellow
For most of the ride back to Seo’s Family home, Duncan Laurence and Seo Eun Hye spent it catching up on each other's lives and accomplishments, which included the fact that Eun Hye made it to the CEO status she always dreamed of being as a kid. They got to the mansion somewhere around five in the evening after Duncan made them stop at his favorite ice cream spot around the corner. It had gone through an entire renovation and a lot more ice cream flavors had been added to its serving menus. “I don't know if it's just me but I think Mr. Kwan doesn't really like me..” Duncan still felt unsure because he barely knew the guy. He just met him today and yet, nothing about him felt receptive. It was almost like he was back in the Netherlands again where he was seen as a foreigner just because he had bold Asian genes. “Kwan Seung-ho?” Eun Hye couldn't help but laugh. “If only you witnessed our first few interactions. He is a straightforward person and very bl
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? His Nemesis
Taking a firm hold of his luggage, Duncan strolled to the front way where all the cars waited. He stretched to cite the car description she just forwarded to him but there were a lot of black cars. On cue, Eun Hye came down from the car. Apparently, there wasn't that much space in front so she parked three cars back. With his 6'3 ft height, he found her in no time. Excitement pushed his feet in her direction, forgetting the jet lag that still had a hold on him even up to this afternoon. Duncan’s mood dampened when he realized that there was a man standing by the passenger side of the car, standing by the door with his hands deep in his pocket. His tattoos were evident and he looked a little stoic. He gave no fucks whether he was her boyfriend or not. He decided to ignore the rigid man. Duncan abandoned his loads to give Eun Hye a long warm hug, lifting her off the ground and turning her around as he used to when they were much younger. She made noises
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Welcome Home Deon
“I'll come with you, Miss Seo. We can find Min-a together after you pick up your friend.” Kwan Seung-ho got to his feet, taking off his apron to neatly fold it on his dining chair. A burst of warmth exploded in Eun Hye’s chest before she realized that he was still using honorifics for her. She wanted to say something about that, but her ability to speak was cut off as she watched Seung-ho take his shirt off after his apron, repeating the same neat fold he practiced on the apron. Eun Hye watched his butt sway in his black sweatpants that hung low on his waist. The sudden implosion of energy and anticipation for the car ride to the airport came over her. How can she even explain that she was once reluctant and tired to drive over thirty minutes to the airport? Eun Hye gradually realized that Min-a was right. The way this man had a hold on her was wild. She truly needed to get laid. It was only her thoughts but it didn't take long before she recollect
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Arrival of Duncan Laurence
“Miss Seo, What are you doing here?” Seung-ho couldn't restrain the disappointment in his voice. He rushed all the way to the door, abandoning the pasta he was making, thinking Min-a had decided to come early. He was now aware of how delusional that sounded. Kwan Seung-ho instead met with Eun Hye in her white business suit and black inner blouse. She had a small cracked smile on her lips as she looked him up and down. He suddenly realized why she was staring at him awkwardly. He still had the baby blue apron. “Oh.., wait a second..” Seung-ho rushed inside to try and keep things in order, only to rush back to the door again, recalling he left her standing outside. “Where are my manners? Please come in.” He ushered her in, speed walking back to the kitchen to turn down the heat on the pasta and beef sauce. He came back to meet her looking around his house with fascination glimmering in her eyes. “But, why are you here?” Seung-ho repeated his quest
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Back To Him
Guilt was a slow poison that tortured Eun Hye all through Tuesday night into the next morning. She tried her hands on some of the strongest wine they had in their cellar, convincing herself it wasn't going to mess her up as much as other alcoholic products did in the bar. She was wrong. She had just about enough to make her recall every good thing Min-a had done for her. Including the ones, he forgot to mention. Eun Hye hated to admit that he was right, she was the selfish ungrateful person between them. He was actually the reason she got to prove to their father that she was worthy of the CEO position, regardless of what the boards felt about what was between her legs. Getting out of bed proved to be a more difficult task than Eun Hye had thought it would be, and she missed some calls from Heidi, and then some from the insurance agency. It was probably the reason Heidi had called in the first place. Eun Hye groaned out loud, clutching t
