Six weeks had passed and Jongwoon worked like a man possessed. He couldn't afford to slow down and give himself time to think. If he allowed himself to think too much he would just want to break down and cry. Ryeowook assumed that Jongwoon had reached an epiphany and the agent had no complaints as long as the photographer met his deadlines, but the dark circles that began shadowing Jongwoon's face were quite alarming. When the agent made inquiries, the photographer would nervously laugh and mumble something about finding his muse – whatever that was supposed to mean. It was evident that Jongwoon was no longer sleeping, because he wanted to avoid dreaming, so Ryeowook began to stay over and babysit his client in order to make sure Jongwoon ate and slept at regular intervals. The night before opening day, Ryeowook had shoved some sleeping pills down Jongwoon's throat just so the photographer could reserve some energy for all the fans and critics that he would be meeting.   Jongwoon resented how Ryeowook would treat him like an unruly child, it was natural that he would get nervous and suffer from insomnia right before a new exhibition, his agent didn't have to force pills down his throat just to make sure he was well rested. Then again, having Ryeowook hovering over him like a mother hen gave him a lot less time to think about and worry over Sungmin; he was thankful for that. Sometimes he wished that he could just wipe his memory and start with a clean slate, then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to be alone. But most of the time he was afraid that he would forget and have nothing left to hold onto.    Then on the opening day of Jongwoon's exhibition, when months of work finally came to fruition, the person that had stolen his heart was standing before him. Jongwoon was on cloud nine. He could swallow all the hurt and the pain just to have a moment with Sungmin. He wasn't going to let the chance slip him by, all the emotions that wasn't able to control the last time were locked deep in a corner of his heart, and he would allow himself to just enjoy Sungmin's presence. After all, there was no reason not to be happy to see Sungmin again, because the heavens had finally granted him his one fervent wish. This time he would make his own fate and he wouldn't let go.   If Jongwoon were a smarter man, he would have pretended that he never saw Sungmin enter the gallery. He should have swallowed his pride and walked away; no, walking away would be the only way to retain his pride, but he just didn't have that kind of will power. The moment he saw that familiar profile turn the corner with a shock of platinum blond hair it was like a punch in the gut and it felt like an angel had just walked back into his life. Jongwoon had previously thought that Sungmin was the most handsome man he had ever met, but the new hair color made him just plain beautiful, there were no other words to describe it. Jongwoon felt the familiar butterflies flit about in his stomach, he felt his hands shake, and his heart race. Even though the time they had spent together was brief and they had separated without any parting words, Jongwoon was elated by their unexpected reunion. Sungmin had come to his exhibition, the