hyunjin!/!hyunho.

oh my god i can't do this! i'm not an experienced enough artist to draw something so... expensive. what if he doesn't like the portrait?! thoughts raced through the artist's head as he paced around his studio and read the message on his phone again, hoping it was a stupid joke. minho, meanwhile, impatiently tapped his fingers on his thigh, waiting for a response from the artist whose work he liked. so what? will you answer me? i'll pay any fucking amount, i want this portrait! minho texted hyunjin. it didn't take long for him to respond. hello, yeah sure, come to the studio on [street name], building ⅖. After sending the message, Hyunjin immediately threw the phone aside and started cleaning the room, while simultaneously laying out the drawing supplies. An hour passed, then a second, Hyunjin had already relaxed. But just when the artist decided to leave, a handsome young man entered the studio - Minho, who had ordered the portrait.

!/!