Uninspired!

Passion

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.

–Oscar Wilde

"Are you going to invite me in, or would you like to stare some more?" the beautiful male standing in the dimply lit hallway spoke, causing the artist to flinch and step aside.

"Sorry," Eunhyuk apologized, the sultry timbre of his guest's voice swimming through his head. "Come in."

"You're cute," the man chuckled as he stepped inside and began removing in black and white dress shoes. "Is this your first time?"

"First time?" Eunhyuk repeated, his eyes studying his beautiful guest as the raven haired man slipped out of his heavy trench coat and hung it on the rack by the door.

"Your first time calling an escort?" the man provided, "You look a little nervous."

"No, it's not my first time." Eunhyuk reassured as he slid the door closed and threw the lock. "Sorry, you just took me off guard. I wasn't expecting...,"

"A man?" his guest asked, seeming concerned. "If you were looking for a female companion, my number isn't the one you should have chosen. I can give you a few names to call instead, but I will still need to be paid for my time. I'm not responsible for your mistake."

"No, I wanted a male escort." Eunhyuk reassured, "You're just not what I'm used to. You're..., uh...,"

"Uh...?" the beautiful escort laughed, "I get paid by the hour, so you better talk faster, Darling."

"I'm not sure how long this will take," Eunhyuk mussed, going over his available cash in his mind. "Maybe four or five hours."

"Four or five hours?" the man repeated with raised brows, "It takes you that long to get off? Have you thought about seeing a doctor?"

"What?" Eunhyuk blanched, gesturing for his guest to move deeper into his apartment. "No, that's not why I called you. I needed someone to sit for me."

"Sit for you?" the man asked, sounding concerned. "Look, I don't do any weird kinky shit. So, if you're looking for someone to tie up, or whatever, you called the wrong number."

"It's not like that," Eunhyuk defended, moving over to his blank canvas as he spoke. "I have a show in two days and I need to finish one last painting. It's 2am and I needed a model to sit for it, so I panicked."

"You need a model?" the man repeated, his large dark eyes studying the blue paint covered canvases dotting the room and the art supplies scattered about amongst them. "You called me because you need a model?"

"Yes," Eunhyuk replied, sounding hopeful. "I can't paint human forms without a reference model."

"I'm not a model, I'm a prostitute." The man stated flatly before turning on his heels and heading for the door. "I'm leaving."

"No, please!" Eunhyuk begged, sprinting after his guest. "I'm desperate."

"Clearly," the man chuckled, "Look, I'm not a model. I don't let men photograph me and I sure as hell don't let them paint me. I like my privacy. I don't even put my photo on my business card."

"I understand, but...," Eunhyuk begged, "Please, I need a model. I'll pay extra."

"My rate is 100,000 won an hour," the man explained, "If you want sex, I can do that. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

"Stay," Eunhyuk conceded, "Have a seat and I'll pour us some wine. Do you drink?"

"Of course I drink," the man chuckled as he sat his bag down next to the sofa and glared down at Choco who was seated in the center of the lumpy blue couch smiling up at him. "Is that a dog?"