All Chapters of What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“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 t

The assistant, Aera, and Eun Hye had similar expressions, both their jaws swam in paint on the floor. “You are hot and can paint...this world is unfair..” Aera muttered, walking to the art to analyze it up close. She was baffled. How could he be so young...yet terrifyingly talented? “What the-why don’t you ever do paintings like this at home?! Dad would have taken you seriously.” Eun Hye exclaimed, ogling at the wall of art. “It’s like she’s been drawn by the water to save her,” she spoke out, trying to trace the curves of the waves. “No.” Seung-ho finally spoke up. The steps of his boots echoed on the floor until he stood beside Min-a. “She is reaching to the weak flames for help, the water isn't saving her, the waves are sucking her into the cold depths. She is already cold, she needs warmth.” he turned towards him, giving Min-a an impressed smile. “Right?” He asked, staring into his deep, brown eyes and seemingly into his soul. Min-a suddenly forgot how to speak

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 per

From the shape underneath, Min-a felt his breath hitch in his throat. “No way..that can't be..” He breathed, leaning off the street light to stand in front of the garage. “A Mustang?!” Min-a cried out. “I’m pleasantly surprised you know what it is before I took off the cover, I thought you were an influencer?” Seung-ho chuckled, driving the car out. “Influencers don’t equal uneducated.” Min-a snapped, getting into the passenger seat. Seung-ho plugged his iPhone 6s into the radio and started to play some white band music. “Coldplay?” Min-a asked, recognizing the vocals from the song they did with BTS. That immediately got Seung-ho’s attention. “You know Coldplay?! Oh, Min-a, you might actually end up in my bed tonight.” He chuckled, but the younger man didn’t find it funny at all. He was as pale as a ghost as soon as the words left his lips. “Are you okay?” Seung-ho looked sideways at him while trying to maintain eye contact with the road. “I’m okay.” Min-a said in a

“Get off me, can’t you see you’re huge?” Min-a teased, shoving him off his back. “You’re just a weakling,” Inn Woo chuckled, sticking his tongue out like a child. “Where is Ji Won? I swear that bastard better be doing coke..” Min-a grunted in displeasure, scanning the area, waiting to spot the sly motherfucker with some random chick. “What’s got you all worked up?” Inn Woo chuckled, giving his shoulders a reassuring massage. “A man,” Min-a muttered absentmindedly before his eyes widened in realization. “What?” Inn Woo looked confused. “A man with no se-control…” Min-a finished his sentence. His subconscious was already messing up and he wasn’t even drunk yet. That only meant one thing...he needed to get drunk. Now. “Min-a.” Inn Woo patted him on the arm. “It’s you guys’ night, you brought this dream to life.” He chuckled excitedly. “I know, Inn Woo. It’s not up to 9 yet, but this place is already buzzing, do you wanna have a drink?” Min-a asked Inn Woo, knowing the sh