"YES, I'M A PRETTY BOY," Kyuhyun sang, his arms swinging side to side sloppily as he sang GD's crayon. "With that face? Sweetheart, you'd need plastic surgery," Heechul drawled, stabbing the table with his pen. He was trying to write a letter to that old man (Leetack or Jungseen, whatever his name was) but a certain idiot was high off sugar. Said idiot was distracting him too much with that annoyingly loud mouth of his. Where did the old man hide the duct tape? "OH HYUNG,