Gyungho was not really interested in being here, surrounded by his own work, having to look at it all day but, well, that was part of being a featured artist. They wanted him here to discuss his work and people paid a lot for it so he supposed he owed them his time. He turned up half an hour in, took some champagne for confidence and chatted with art buffs for a solid hour.

He didn't mind it. He liked talking art, as long as it wasn't his art.

Wandering along the gallery and greeting various people as he did, he paused in front of his dream boy painting and sipped his champagne, frowning at it and pulling a face. Urgh. "Never looks right." It didn't look anything like he wanted it too, it didn't quite capture the rebellious spirit. He almost felt like he could hear his own heart racing and he raised his hand to touch his chest, unsure what was making it pound like that.