Scent Of a Man | HyunSung

Chapter 168

Jisung's POV
24 November 2028
Seoul, Korea

I sat in front of my computer, the excitement of the online drawing course on proportions coursing through me. The monitor's soft glow cast a warm light on my eager expression as I waited for the class to begin.

My drawing pad lay on the desk, its surface ready to capture my artistic endeavors. Adjusting the stylus in my hand, I felt its familiar texture under my fingertips as I navigated through the course materials. The digital classroom held a world of possibilities, a space where I could refine my skills and translate my imagination into art.

The instructor's voice flowed through my headphones, guiding me through the intricacies of proportion and scale in art. My eyes were fixed on the screen, absorbing every detail, every demonstration with unwavering focus. Watching the instructor's sketches and explanations, I couldn't help but feel a surge of inspiration.

Soon, it was time for the hands-on portion of the lesson. The screen displayed a range of model images, each selected to challenge my ability to capture accurate proportions. I took a deep breath and lifted the stylus, hovering it above the drawing pad. The blank space awaited my touch, ready to transform into a canvas of creative expression.

With purposeful strokes, I began to translate the instructor's guidance onto the digital canvas. Line by line, I carefully constructed the figure, constantly aware of the proportions I aimed to capture. My concentration was unwavering, the world around me fading as my focus deepened.

The minutes turned into hours as I lost myself in the act of creation. The satisfaction of each stroke, each line, reverberated within me, a tangible testament to my progress. I could feel my skills evolving, my grasp of proportion expanding with every image I brought to life.

Finally, the last model took shape, a testament to my determination and the knowledge I'd acquired. I leaned back in my chair, a content smile curving my lips. It was time to submit my work, to share my accomplishments with my online peers, and receive valuable feedback that would drive me forward.

As I uploaded my drawings, a sense of achievement washed over me. This online drawing course was proving to be a fulfilling endeavor, a pathway that allowed me to nurture my artistic passion and explore new dimensions of my creativity.

Chan's POV
24 November, 2028
Seoul, Korea

I opened the cupboard, taking a full, unopened bottle of whiskey. Then I slowly started going up the stairs. Everything was spinning and my head was dizzy. I knew I was drunk but I wasn't planning on stopping.

The previous day I finally found the courage to go and see what was happening with Felix. It was the first day in I don't know how much time when I didn't begin drinking first thing in the morning. I drove to his house and was about to go and knock on his door when I saw Jisung. I didn't want him to see me there so I immediately drove off.

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My hand took my phone and I unlocked it, pressing the last number I had called. Lately, he was the only person I was calling. I put the phone to my ear but what I heard didn't satisfy me.

The phone of the person you are trying to reach is switched off or is out of service.

Then, without any hesitation, I just called Namjoon and waited for him to pick up his phone.

"Another client? Again?" He questioned. Maybe he knew I didn't ask for a boy because of a client, but the delusion made me feel better about myself and what I was doing.

"Mhm. The same specifics, but a bit more skillful. I got complaints last time." I said and he assured me that this time the client would be satisfied.

I hung up and opened the bottle, drinking straight from it. I groaned and took my phone again this time opening the chat with Felix. The last messages I had sent him were still not seen and this only made me even more mad.