Semua Bab What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?: Bab 11 - Bab 20

After a moment of deep breaths, Min-a met Seung-ho’s gaze head-on, determined to challenge him. “Because I’m bored, and you’re making me nervous as hell,” His admission seemed to please Kwan Seung-ho, though he suspected it was the alcohol loosening his tone. “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, letting Min-a

The night didn’t go as Min-a originally planned at all. First, he didn’t find a hot enough chick for the private Red carpet. Second, he didn’t party hard with his friends as they did on New Year's Eve. Hell, he barely saw Ji Won and Inn Woo seemed to be all over the place, probably high on some “aesthetically pleasing pill” as he always referred to them. “You want to go home now? The party hasn't even started yet. I’m not the party type and I might not know how it works. But this is like the pre-celebratory phase, right?” Seung-ho asked, unsure whether he was making sense. “That sounds more like their problem, not mine. Take me home. I don't want to ask you again,” Min-a's voice dripped with annoyance. “Whoa, whoa, didn’t realize you were an angry drunk.” Seung-ho drawled, attempting to diffuse the tension with sarcasm. “And I took you for a non-conversationalist, but here we are, talking when you should be taking me home” Min-a grunted to himself. “Non-conversationalist is

“If you are waiting for me to back down, you might grow another strand of gray hair,” Min-a sneered. Seung-ho gasped in shock at the comment, he didn't take Min-a for someone who could be witty. “I have gray hair? Where did you see it?” “I don't know…” Min-a mumbled, his gaze dropping lower. He didn't mean to stare at Seung-ho’s crotch but it was like there was a heat wave that drew his eyes in that direction. Taking his eyes back to face his art coach who had a weird glint in his eyes, Min-a continued. “Maybe somewhere that’s not in plain sight..” Seo Min-a felt...unrestrained. Almost like he was just feeling the effect of the alcohol. It made his heart beat a little fast and caused every move Seung-ho made exciting. His body and mind reacted to every look and grin that Seung-ho made. “Do you want to see it again?” Kwan Seung-ho flirted, taking off his blazer. “No, I don’t take candies from strangers.” Min-a teased, turning around to avoid looking at Seung-ho's almos

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 the pillow ben

Min-a groaned, feeling slightly bad after recalling he had ditched him at the opening party yesterday too. Notwithstanding, he sent a thumbs-up. He didn't have the strength to put on any show-worthy outfit, so he threw on a huge white hoodie, black cargo pants, and panda print palms with a bucket hat for disguise. Throwing on a turquoise fanny pack to throw away the monochrome overall look. Min-a walked into the living room to find Eun Hye already having red wine, and some cream vanilla cake while watching a K-drama series. He didn't bother to identify it, it wasn't his jam anyways. “Heading out?” Eun Hye asked mindlessly, her eyes glued to the screen and some cream staining the side of her mouth. “No, going for a swim.” Min-a lied in a monotonous voice. The reply took Eun Hye's attention off the TV to look at her little brother properly. He had dark shades on with a bucket hat, but not a facemask, and she knew why already. “You must have drank a lot more than Ji-ho said