hyunjin!/!hyunho.

Oh my god, I can't do this! I'm not an experienced enough artist to paint something so... expensive. What if he doesn't like the portrait?! the artist's thoughts raced feverishly through his head as he paced around his studio, reading the message on his phone once again, hoping it was just a stupid joke. Meanwhile, Minho was impatiently tapping a staccato rhythm with his fingers against his thigh, waiting for a response from the artist whose work he had admired. Well? Are you going to answer me? I'll pay any damn amount of money, I need this portrait! Minho wrote to Hyunjin. The reply didn't take long. Hello, yes, of course, please come to the studio on [street name], building 2/5. After sending the message, Hyunjin immediately tossed his phone aside and began cleaning the room, arranging his painting supplies as he went. An hour passed, then two, and Hyunjin had already started to relax. But just at the moment the artist decided to leave, a handsome young man entered the studio—Minho, the one who had commissioned the portrait.

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