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What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Parental Guidance 16
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
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Parental Guidance 22
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,
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Post-Nut Allergies
Time was irrelevant when it came to Min-a. However, the one thing that was undeniably real was the killer headache and slight nausea plaguing him. Still, he convinced himself that if he slept through everything, you know- “out of sight, out of mind,” then he wouldn't have to deal with reality. He imagined he was under his bedsheets, the warm yellow glow in his room enshrouding him. But that fantasy didn't even solidify into a real delusion when a loud noise rang right beside his head. Min-a swore he had an Aneurysm because his head almost exploded from the sudden blood rush to his head.He waited for the blue bird song from an Intro in Naruto to exhaust itself before he took a deep breath, switching from his side to face his pillow face first. Min-a spoke with his voice muffled into the pillow, “I promise you, old man, that deathwish you are dearly searching for, I'll hand it to you, free of charge.” So much venom filled his tone that it could have scorched t
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Pretty But Bitter
When Min-a got back home, he found out that his father had traveled for a business conference with some overseas partners. Eun Hye was also nowhere to be found, which meant he had the whole house to himself.Min-a did have his own apartment up in Seoul but he only used it when work became hectic or when he needed his space and peace. Most times, both reasons happen simultaneously causing him to dump his family home and stay in his pretty comfortable penthouse. His apartment had a pretty good view of the best parts of the overpopulated city. It reminded him once again how lucky he was to be hanging in the sky with a full pocket and strong savings while others on the ground had to grovel from one bad-paying job to the other. You might be wondering why Min-a was feeling lucky now, well, that's what happens when you cross the top activity on your blacklist.But not only did Min-a cross it, but he also did it twice. Oh yes. He was actually a student...kind of. He attende
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Hiding In Plain Sight
“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 hi
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Till The Devil Had To Find Him
They walked back to meet Seung-ho. His face lit up again seeing Min-a come back with his manager with a smile on his face, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He knew this because he had spent the last 24 hours healthily obsessing over every single project Seo Min-a had worked on ever since he came into the limelight at 16 years of age. He frowned slightly as he explored his face. Min-a had mastered the art of smiling with his eyes. As an artist, Seung-ho knew how to fake the eye smile so he knew when it was real. And right now, the smile his student had on was definitely fake. It didn’t stop him from playing along though. “Hey! Are you okay?” Seung-ho asked cheerfully, giving Min-a a short-lived hug. He felt him stiffen a second before letting go and returning the hug. “Hello, Mr. Kwan. I wasn't expecting you here.” Min-a chuckled, staring into his icy blue eyes directly. Something about his intense gaze made Seung-ho nervous for the first time. He didn't kno
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Too Close To Breathe
“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
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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