The a**hole greek god model guy

You have come to know Yoo Kihyun as a smart, handsome, but quite insensible person.

Let me tell you how it happened.

You were spending time at one of your favorite place in the city's suburbs, making quick sketches of people who were passing by. This made up an important part of your daily tasks because of the portfolio you had to hand in along with your university application. You made tons of sketches, half-done chalk studies and messed-up paintings, but you also wanted the portfolio to include a "slice of life" collection. However, firstly you had to finish more difficult projects, hence this was the first week when you could sit down and concentrate on quick sketches. Your sketchbook was already half full of people walking, sitting, chatting, drawn with graphite pencil. The sketchbook was laying on your knees with your hands moving instinctively above it. You just loved sketching.

Later you even thanked yourself for having this habit, but now only a few minutes had to pass by until you hated the whole thing.

Your legs started to get numb so you stretched them a bit and crossed them. It happened in a half second. You cried out in pain and dropped the sketchbook, when a cup of hot caffee spilled on you.

The guy who wanted to pass in front of you tripped over your stretched leg and dropped his coffee. You watched him like he was some kind of ghost, while he jumped up to help you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't want... Oh my, you have coffee all over you..."

The shop assistant brought a mop, so you tried to make the dark liquid disappear from your shirt. You glanced on your shoes, and suddenly remembered your sketchbook.

"Holy shit!" You screamed out loud and grabbed your drawings. It was hopeless, the caffee drenched all of the pages, smudging and making the small sketches fade. "Oh no..."

You glanced up to the guy who was still waiting next to you, and bursted out at him.

"You! Why are you such a clown? Can't you watch where you're going? Look what you've done!"

The boy's worried expression changed by your words. You could see anger and disappointment in his eyes.

"First, it was an accident. Second, I tripped over your leg, so it's actually your fault!" He pointed out.

You stared at the floor speechless as you started to realize your loss.

"My drawings..." Tears started to roll down your cheek. "I was so close..."

"These are just scribbles. You can make new ones any time."

Your tears dried up in shock. You lifted your head.

"S... Scribbles?? Do you have any idea how much time and work I put in these?"

He shrugged.

"No, I don't. But I don't think it would be as important as you make it to be. I apo-"

"What the hell are you... Why are you..." You interrupted him, but you couldn't really put a sentence together. You couldn't believe someone can be this blind-minded when it's about art, when it's about someone's work and effort. However, it wasn't the guy who made you angry. You didn't want to fight. But as you realized you lost the result of a week's work, as you realized how close the deadline is... You felt anger, despair, and you had to let off the steam on someone... who, in this case, was meant to be this guy. You would even feel sorry for him... if he didn't spill coffee on you or didn't speak about your work like it was cowshit.

You took a deep breath and tried again.

"Sorry for shouting, I'm just... Look, it was like the one third of my portfolio I have to hand in in three days. I have been working on it for a week now and it wasn't even done yet. Can you understand my situation? I know you can't change what happened, but you were really rude."