“Uh, hi. The name’s Oh Sehun.”
A slender figure becomes visible from around the corner, carrying a couple of supplies in his arm with a paint brush tucked on his ear. One would think that he was a hobo, a homeless man seeking nothing but a meal but he is more than meets the eye. His parents saw him as a disgrace, condemned often for his stubbornness for anything that did not spark his interest which led him to expulsion from school, as well as from home . Art was his only way and means for living; it was his game plan to reach the top. Loitering around Seoul, he sees you as a potential friend to depend upon, to converse with him as he goes about.
“Calling out for some friends here since I’m reduced to very little rations. I’m an artist looking for a job, a muse, anything. Artist for hire.”
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