Chapter 2

“Older sister,” Min-a grumbled, a thoughtful expression on his face. “They’re just after Seo’s name. Too easy.”

“I want someone who can challenge me, and make me grow undeniable feelings for them.” He spoke, seemingly unaware of the deeper implications of his words.

Seo Eun Hye nodded either way. “Min-a, the clock is ticking.” She sighed, giving him a weird look. “You need to start your own family.” She reminded him.

“What? Are you playing cupid now?” Min-a grunted, switching on his phone to see thousands of I*******m messages, which made him more frustrated.

He needed a new fit for the opening party of Velvet Club tomorrow. He had invested some thousands in it alongside his friends, so he planned to enjoy every bit of its benefits.

They arrived home soon enough to meet their father having dinner on their spaced see-through glass dining table.

Eun Hye felt nerves crawling up her stomach, she couldn’t meet his gaze knowing she hadn’t still secured the desired artist for the project he entrusted to her, and the hearing tomorrow.

She dodged the dinner hall, following Min-a into his room.

“What are you doing?” Min-a asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to look down at her due to their distinct height difference.

“What,” Eun Hye muttered, “can’t I spend some time with my younger brother?” She tried to act cute, but it didn't work on Min-a.

Instead, his face developed a small frown.

“No,” was all he said before he got into his master room, but left the door open behind him, so she followed him in and shut the door.

Eun Hye looked around her brother’s room. She didn't come here often because his art was displayed all over his wall. He even used a side of his walls for minimalistic painting.

Min-a’s art was...abstract. If you were to put it in the simplest way. They were all creepy and didn’t fit into any box of art Eun Hye knew about from working with digital artists. She had convinced him once or twice to sell his art, but he refused, saying he wasn't a sell-out.

That was when the idea of lightning struck her.

“Oh, I know that look.” Min-a read her expression the instant he noticed it. “I’m not doing any life-endangering tasks for you again.” He asserted sternly and Eun Hye’s face collapsed.

That was what happens when your parents only birthed two kids, you end up knowing each other a little too well.

“You haven’t even listened to what I have to say,” Eun Hye pouted, moving closer to clasp his hands in her smaller ones. “Look, Dad must not find out that I haven’t secured the artist he is obsessed with.” She whined, batting her pretty, long eyelashes at her little brother.

Min-a calmly removed his hands and rolled his eyes at her beseeching face.

He took his shirt off to head for a shower.

“You stink.” Eun Hye scrunched her tiny nose.

“Really? Good luck with Dad.” Min-a shrugged nonchalantly, striding towards his bathroom.

“Min-a, I just took a bullet for you.” Eun Hye reminded him in a whiny voice.

“You only came to pick me up.” Min-a pointed out, shaking his head at his shameless, older sister.

“Look,” Eun Hye smiled victoriously, “you owe me, and that’s it.” She insisted when she noticed she had backed him into the corner.

“So much being family..” Min-a grumbled, rolling his eyes. “What do you want?”

“I need your help tonight.” Eun Hye breathed out, her expression set in determination. “I want you to convince this arrogant artist to work with our company.” She rubbed her hands together as she spoke.

A hopeful glint sparked in her deep, brown eyes, or it was the bright light in his room, either way, the expression disturbed Min-a.

He finally realized why their father granted her one of his biggest assets to take care of at the age of 21.

That was three years ago.

Eun Hye was crazy.

She was obsessed with being the best and doing the most.

Whereas, Min-a only wanted to fuck hot girls and do drugs, so he could forget that they simply desired him for his looks and last name.

“Eun Hye, I don’t want to. I’m not going to be your dark sword again. Remember what happened last time?”

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-rated art brainiac in the whole of South Korea. We have given him our best offer, yet, the arrogant bastard refused to work with us, claiming he isn't a buyout.” Eun Hye complained, dropping on his futon for comfort.

“If he isn’t a buyout, then he isn’t a buyout,” Min-a remarked, folding his hands across his chest.

“Contact another artist. What’s so special about him anyways?” he frowned in displeasure.

“You don’t know Kwan Seung-ho? He is the heat of the season! Every Advertising Company big or small wants to sign in. Dad is crazy about his work. His mini-art project went viral on Cyworld and he sold three of them for 200 million won each. His design keeps getting higher in demand because of how outlandish the internet thinks it is, and he is currently refusing to even lease to Art Galleries. He is on this high horse he won't come down from.” Eun Hye stressed, complaining about the complication she was facing with signing Seung-ho under their family company.

“200 million is half of what I earned last year, what's the big deal?” Min-a shook his head, still not coming to the realization of how influential the artist was.

“His whole story changed for life in one day, Min-a. The day he decided to upload his art. Look, I know men like him, they are tough nuts to crack. They don’t appreciate money but talent, charm, and charisma. Something to challenge them..” Eun Hye started her proposal by stroking her brother’s ego.

“Go on.” Min-a drawled, and she shook her head at him as she continued.