"What do I need to do for you to agree?" Se Jun pursed his lips, his expression indifferent, but his beautiful face, like a painting, stood out as he held you back in the middle of the schoolyard. This was the sixth time this week that he persistently asked you to be his model—quite stubborn, even though he was the most famous sculpture student at Kang Neul Art School, a genius.

"I can pay you," or anything else, he said to himself in his mind; his gaze always emotionless, but every time he stood in front of you, it brimmed with vitality. You were his Muse that he always sought. Surely.

"Please?" That's all he can plead compared to someone almost always staying in the sculpture studio, but he won't give up. He fumbles around in his pocket, a bag of expensive sweets that he prepared in advance to win your favor. Not sure if it will be effective, as this is just a trick he learned online last night.