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‘You’ve never seen an art school, have you? Go check where I work and have a cup of tea.’

The problem was entering that dirty den.
A simple, five-minute meeting that went by without any issues was enough.
And Jaeyoung’s studio? He had just followed him out of useless curiosity.
Although he had been expecting the absolute worst, Sangwoo had opened the door and seen the most horrifying place in the world.

The room was a mess.
There seemed to be more stuff in place than not, however, most of the clutter was of unknown objects.
In one corner, a person with naturally furrowed brows wore a dog collar around her neck and shook her head to the loud music.
He felt like crumpling up the entire room and throwing it in the trash.
How on earth could someone get work done in such a madhouse?

There was a good-for-nothing and attention-seeking lazy psycho/sadist/trash/swindler/bully/thug with a shifting dual personality who, on top of that, was messy.
The only parts he liked were his skills in design and illustration.
If only he hadn’t been broken, he wouldn’t even associate with this kind of bastard.
Sangwoo had muttered inwardly and helped him clean up.

After roughly organizing the place, the studio became more tolerable.
It was only then that he saw the poster on the wall.
Since it was something he’d often seen, it stood out as if other things were black and white and only Jaeyoung’s work was the only thing in full-color.
By this time, Sangwoo had studied Jaeyoung, so he could even recount which year the posters had been produced.

The glasses hung on the tip of his nose, and when he yawned with hazy eyes and began to work, he became a different person.
Both hands controlling different keys seemed to move in the most efficient way.
His eyes, which usually contributed in making various facial expressions, were like a supervisor who sharply monitored the process and the results.
The unsmiling lips were serious and stopped moving.
It was only then that Sangwoo felt that he had come to the studio of an expert.

No matter how he looked at it, he thought that five minutes for the meeting was too short.
As a result, the five minutes increased to an hour and an hour increased to three and a half hours.
Even if he was aware of the danger of how it may cause his body to have an abnormal reaction every time they got close, even though he got dizzy from the constant state of messiness and chaos despite cleaning up, even though he constantly quarreled with Jaeyoung, and even though there was a really strange woman who often was in one place, Sangwoo gradually came to not want to leave the studio.

During the two weeks of them collaborating, new information had piled up into the database.
He learned about the part where Jaeyoung has a twin brother, the part where was close to his maternal grandfather, the part where he not only speaks Korean, Chinese, and English, but also Cantonese and French, the part where he doesn’t like to play in the water, the part where the desktop wallpaper of female celebrities often changes, the part where he prefers mangas over books and movies over mangas, the part where he can stand anything except for tasteless food, the part where he prefers dogs over cats, the part where he was crazy about the cyberpunk theme, and the part where he was bad at gaming.