EXCERPT

“You have good bone structure, height,” Sungmin said, glancing Kyuhyun up and down and back at the graphite underneath his nails. Pitiable scowl over his lips. It was almost as if he could read all of Kyuhyun’s measurements off of his face, realized that they were the best ones that he'll never meet, and had been told beforehand that what he was going to say next would be met with rejection.

But he blurted it out anyway, “You can make a good model.”

“I can also make a good mathematician, singer, entertainer, video-game programmer,” Kyuhyun looked down at the boy leaning against the oak tree. There was the same notebook sprawled over his lap and a spark in his eye. Sometimes it took so little to change his mind, “But I guess if you were ask me to be one, I wouldn’t really mind.”

A/N: Written in the same verse as encore une fois, my face remains, for my friend and reader who is having a hard time ;_; Not exactly an uplifting story but umm... I know you like Kyumin so a little something from chang ^^ Get better soon! Fighting~