Princess or Lee Gongju is a trainee under YMC Entertainment but owns an art studio in Insadong. She has a Korean name but is a foreigner. It was no surprise for her to receive calls or requests from celebrity managers to get their self-portrait pain...
We had already started the session and a quarter of the painting was done in two hours. Honestly, the atmosphere wasn't what I expected - awkward and overbearing - but it turned out that our silence had an eased vibe.
"Let's take a break shall we?" I set down my painting tools and took off my gloves. Jihoon stood up and stretched.
"A quarter of the painting is done, wanna take a look?" I smiled and looked at the painting. I was proud that I could finish his facial details in two hours. Jihoon approached and we were standing side by side.
"Wow not bad at all, your details improved over the years," he nodded and gave a tiny applause.
I laughed and gestured thank you with both my hands, "Thank you," I smiled and went to the kitchen counter. There's a phone in my studio but before I could pick it up I looked up at Jihoon.
"You want to order some food?" he ran to me and rested his head on the island and did some aegyo.
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What turned out to be annoying at first became easy going in the end. And yes, I am talking about Jihoon.
"I want you to cook," he pouted and clasped both his hand into a pleading motion. I sighed and glared at him, but he still did it so I couldn't say no.
Umm excuse me? You were supposed to ignore him? And why did you even thought about food in the first place? You want to serve him?
No, it's not a matter of serving him. I just want to be nice.
"Fine fine, sheesh. I'll make us lunch, what do you want?" I went to the cabinets and searched for ingredients that I could use to make food for us.
"I want pajeon, ramyeon, and cook some rice for the ramyeon," he smiled and sat by the island waiting for my response.
I turned around and sighed, "Fine, just, don't make a fuss when I'm cooking okay?" he nodded and I took two packs of ramyeon, a pajeon mix, and placed the ready-to-bake rice in the microwave.
I tidied my hair and took off the apron for painting to replace it with the apron I use for cooking. I started with the pajeon and then the ramyeon.
When I was done I realized that I didn't even talk to Jihoon at all, "Hey could you help me with something?" I placed the ramyeon in two bowls and set the pajeon on a big plate.
"Could you take the rice that is in the microwave?" I pointed to the microwave but I felt like I touched something with my pointing finger.
I looked to my right and my freaking index finger is engraved inside his cheeks. I pulled back my right arm and he was smiling. My face was clearly turning into a tomato.
I looked back to the bowls of ramyeon and pajeon and cleared my throat.
"Just take the freaking rice, gomawo," I took the bowls and walked to the table in front of the island feeling embarrassed.
