I am the Kim Himchan.

The handsome,hot city diva.

There will no other human being as perfect as me.

My looks are far better than those senseless artists on TV.

I don’t need thick make-up to show off these beautiful features.

Every day I wake up to thousands of missed calls from er companies wanting me to be their model.

Everywhere I go, girls can’t drop their hopeless stares while guys huff of jealousy.

es please, get out of my way.

The streets are my runway, no doubt.

I don’t fall for girls.

They all fall for me.

Unable to continue, Daehyun crashed to floor laughing his heart out,“OMG Himchan hyung’s diary is just ridiculous! Hahahaha..”

Youngjae, who had been rolling on the floor since the moment Daehyun read the first two lines of Himchan’s diary out loud, tries to sit up properly and of course, failed miserably while tears rolled down his plump cheeks.

Suddenly, from across the corridor, a yell blasted into Daejae’s shared room, “Who the hell stole my private book?!”

They both exchanged frightened glances because an angry Umma Himchan was something one does not dare to face.

A/N : The following scene is rated M because of the blood and violence. Muahaha~    >:D

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