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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
Last Updated : 2024-10-17What’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
Last Updated : 2024-10-19What’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
Last Updated : 2024-10-20What’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
Last Updated : 2024-10-21What’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
Last Updated : 2024-10-21What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? His Student
Kwan Seung-ho was a talented artist but he was cursed with social anxiety. So he would draw for his eyes and those of his friends who decided to come around when he was still living in the village area outside Seoul and very far from Gangnam. Aera was privy to his encounters with men after catching him with one. Seung-ho wasn't in the closet about his sexuality, but he chose to disclose it only to those who inquired. Aera had advised him on this approach after discovering him with one of her childhood friends. Initially, she was upset that he hadn't confided in her. Seung-ho fibbed and claimed he was attracted to both sexes. Aera reassured him that it didn't matter, as long as he was enjoying himself. At 28, Seung-ho learned to be bold and fearless from Aera, who was just 25. He owed much of his confidence to her. While he knew she would accept him regardless, he opted to keep his true feelings hidden for Min-a's sake. After witnessing the distress the younger man exp
Last Updated : 2024-11-02What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Blue Jealousy
The first time wasn’t as disgusting as Min-a thought it was going to be. He actually didn't despise it. Just recalling Seung-ho's hard erection in his mouth made him salivate. Min-a groaned softly as he felt his cock twitching. “Something is wrong with me.” he thought to himself, adjusting his erection in his pants. “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 f
Last Updated : 2024-11-03What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Color Show
Min-a tensed up, his ability to move back was restricted by Seung-ho's strong grip on his hands. He could see how very much people misinterpreted the whole thing. He was only doing what he was told by his manager. But this was more than he bargained for. The last time he kissed those lips, they ended up in his bed and he woke up with the wildest hangover. He couldn’t take such a risk here. “What the fuck are you doing?” Min-a whispered harshly at Seung-ho. “Trust me…” Those were the last words he said before Min-a felt wet lips pecking his cheeks. It wasn't up to a second when Seung-ho released his hands, moving back like he was now made of fire. He began to laugh and everyone was cheering like he just accomplished a huge fit. It was only when Min-a heard random people saying; “Min-a is dazed.” “I can't believe Seo Min-a is too stunted to speak..” Min-a shook off the weird feeling he had inside. He ended up delivering a fake laugh, joining ever
Last Updated : 2024-11-10
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What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Calm Before The Storm
“He would be fine.” Eun Hye said, after he slammed the door shut. Seung-ho walked towards the kitchen, “will it be okay if I have a glass of water?” He asked, turning halfway around to meet Eun Hye’s gaze. “Of course,” she nodded. Eun Hye strolled up the few steps that separated the kitchen from the living room area to join Seung-ho. He had a long glass cup half filled with water then he stared lost into space. Eun Hye waved her well-manicured hands in Seung-ho’s face, causing him to blink rapidly before he met her and sighed. “I was just wondering how a name could get him so mad.” Seung-ho shrugged, dropping the glass on the granite counter, “thank you for the water.” He smiled in an appreciative manner. “It’s not like I was planning to keep you thirsty anyway…” Eun Hye chuckled nervously before slowly coming to a stop. She took some seconds to process what she said, realizing how improper it sounded. Seung-ho squinted his eyes at her, cocking his h
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? A Day In The Seo Household
With every stroke of his 3D pencil, Min-a drew a curve that reminded him of the man in his bed. He had expected Seung-ho to be a big snorer, but he barely made any noise while he slept. He hasn’t even changed his sleeping position for over thirty minutes now. Min-a was the absolute opposite, he would roll and snore. His eyelids began to get heavy as his strokes slowed down. Seung-ho was right about one thing, he had indeed stared at him like a creep, especially at the curve of his butt that peaked into the air. Min-a immediately shook his head vigorously knowing what was going to come next if he continued to nurture the thoughts of his seonsaengnim’s naked body in his mind. Giving up on the drawing he was putting together, he retired to the other side of the bed prior to dimming the lights in the room. Their lunch sat on the edge of his bedside drawer, so he buzzed in a maid to take it to the fridge so it wouldn't get soiled by the time they woke up.
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Temptation
They arrived at the Seo residence some minutes past 4 in the evening. Kwan Seung-ho hadn’t yet recovered from how gracious their mansion was, while Min-a just viewed it as normal. “When they spoke about glass castles, your father really took it seriously.” Seung-ho commented as they got down from the car, and headed to the main front entrance. Unlike the last time that Min-a snuck him in through a side door. Min-a found one of his older sister’s personal cars under the canopy and not in the garage, so he knew Eun Hye just returned from work after putting out another fire in her workplace. Eun Hye was already halfway down a bottle of white wine while scrolling through TikTok when the front door opened. She turned around excitedly to see her brother taking off his shoes. “Min-a, you really thought I wouldn’t find out?” Min-a jumped at the sound of her voice as he expected she would be knocked out by now. “Find out about what?” he asked, picking his shoe
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Friendly Bigot
“Of course, I let you,” Seung-ho rolled his eyes at his childlike grin. He pushed him off, letting him roll to the space beside him. Seung-ho couldn’t believe that people got paid several thousand won to play around like this, or maybe they just had it easy because they were already celebrities. “I’m glad you guys had fun because it made my job a lot easier.” Jong-dae thanked them as they still lay on the platform trying to catch their breath. Seung-ho was first to get to his feet with Min-a coming next behind him. “Did you just say you let me win?” Min-a asked, fixing his stained goggles on his head. He had been distracted staring at the heavy rise and fall of Seung-ho’s chest from the side of the suspenders. He was really well built for someone who only draws and paints. “I’m saying you cheated,” Seung-ho claimed, wiping yellow custard paint off his hair, aiming it at Min-a’s face. He succeeded in getting some of it on his cheeks. Min-a huffed, cl
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Color Show
Min-a tensed up, his ability to move back was restricted by Seung-ho's strong grip on his hands. He could see how very much people misinterpreted the whole thing. He was only doing what he was told by his manager. But this was more than he bargained for. The last time he kissed those lips, they ended up in his bed and he woke up with the wildest hangover. He couldn’t take such a risk here. “What the fuck are you doing?” Min-a whispered harshly at Seung-ho. “Trust me…” Those were the last words he said before Min-a felt wet lips pecking his cheeks. It wasn't up to a second when Seung-ho released his hands, moving back like he was now made of fire. He began to laugh and everyone was cheering like he just accomplished a huge fit. It was only when Min-a heard random people saying; “Min-a is dazed.” “I can't believe Seo Min-a is too stunted to speak..” Min-a shook off the weird feeling he had inside. He ended up delivering a fake laugh, joining ever
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? Blue Jealousy
The first time wasn’t as disgusting as Min-a thought it was going to be. He actually didn't despise it. Just recalling Seung-ho's hard erection in his mouth made him salivate. Min-a groaned softly as he felt his cock twitching. “Something is wrong with me.” he thought to himself, adjusting his erection in his pants. “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 f
What’s Wrong With My Art Coach? His Student
Kwan Seung-ho was a talented artist but he was cursed with social anxiety. So he would draw for his eyes and those of his friends who decided to come around when he was still living in the village area outside Seoul and very far from Gangnam. Aera was privy to his encounters with men after catching him with one. Seung-ho wasn't in the closet about his sexuality, but he chose to disclose it only to those who inquired. Aera had advised him on this approach after discovering him with one of her childhood friends. Initially, she was upset that he hadn't confided in her. Seung-ho fibbed and claimed he was attracted to both sexes. Aera reassured him that it didn't matter, as long as he was enjoying himself. At 28, Seung-ho learned to be bold and fearless from Aera, who was just 25. He owed much of his confidence to her. While he knew she would accept him regardless, he opted to keep his true feelings hidden for Min-a's sake. After witnessing the distress the younger man exp
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? 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
