Art was your favourite out of all your passions, so according to you, it felt just as right to go on and establish a career out of your passion. You did everything in order to stay committed, argued with your parents, moved out on your own, borrowing money from your elder sister since art supplies started to become costly each and every year, but you kept grinding on. Your younger self thought of something different, painting and earning millions by auctioning off in the galleries, but here you were, painting the faces of some rowdy girls at a birthday party just to earn a few extra bucks because how long would you go on borrowing money from your sister?

The man who gave you the job, namely Woojin, came in with a tray of different snacks and drinks as the girl you were painting on smiled at him and chirped about her face being pretty. The man smiled as he ruffled his daughter's hair before looking at you, speaking softly, "You are extremely talented, you're not supposed to be painting faces only."

You smile sadly before nodding slightly, resuming at your work. Little did you know, Woojin was the only man who could make your dream come true.