“Sir.. that..”

Seungyoon glares at his secretary and that puts him into more stuttering.

“That.. that artist for this exhibit..”

He cuts him off midway.

“Just tell me they fail in getting him on board.”

His secretary waves his hands frantically.

“Not totally fail sir. He agrees to be our main artist for the exhibit. But there is one condition. That he.. he wants..”

“Tsk.. Just get to the point.”

He responds, impatience evident in his tone and his fingers tapping on the desk, petulantly.

After his father handed over the management of the art gallery, despite the young age, Seungyoon has arranged many successful exhibits and handled collaboration with many different artists. He’s familiar with all those eccentric demands of those artists. He feels like nothing can surprise him anymore at this point.

 “Sir.. he agrees with all our proposed ideas and terms. But there’s one condition that only if you agree to be his model for a week.”

“What the…” Seungyoon almost chokes on air. That is just absurd and exceeds all those previous demands in terms of weirdness.

“He what?”

“He said he wanted to draw you and told us he’d sign the contract right away if we agree with that one condition. That or no contract at all.”