"Paint me naked." You demanded. "Paint me like one of your french girls." Your eyes had a hint of dominance as you demanded him. He was Park Sunghoon, a great artist of your art class. You both had feelings for eachother but could never label your relationship. He was a bit shy and you always wanted him to make a first move. But demanding him to paint you the way you wanted wasn't something of a move. It was just something you had wanted. And he was the best artist you had ever seen.