Korea's Next Top Model 

Sehun can’t stop looking at the A4 sized photo paper he is holding on his hand, still gaping at the girl who is like staring back at his brown orbs from that moment. “Hyung, is it possible for a fat ugly duckling to turn into a-a…”

“What?” Jongin, or much known as Kai who is sitting beside him on the couch, watching the news on the T.V asked for they are the only ones in the living room. He's too absorbed on what he is watching but he still managed to hear what Sehun said.

The adorable maknae of EXO exhaled heavily, didn’t noticed that he is holding his breath because he can’t just believe what he is seeing right now. “A.. y goddess?”

That caught the attention of the sun-kissed dancer, quirking his left brow to Sehun even though the latter has still his eyes paste on the picture. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think, I can ask manager hyung to add this up to my schedule?” Sehun asked innocently, hoping that their manager will let him join the other members that already picked by the management. There’s no harm for pleading the higher ups, right?

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

Jongin let out a chuckle before messing up Sehun’s brown hair. “You already looked like  a zombie with all the shooting for your first drama and also our preparation for our next album, Sehun. Don’t make your hyungs and all the fans worry because you exhaust yourself too much.”

“But—“

“No buts, Hun. I bet they won't allow you anyways.”

“You do know well that I loathe, those people whom I truly care and really love but just suddenly disappear without saying goodbye or anything, right?”

“Sehu—“

“I told you that, right?!”

Him, raising his voice, makes me startled. The way his brows furrows to meet each other’s ends indicates that he is disappointed and mad. He should be, because there are so many reasons for him to feel that. “Y-yes.”

“Then.. why did you leave? Why?” It came like a faint whisper under the pouring rain, violently hitting the black umbrella that Sehun is holding. The wind is blowing insanely so even we have a shield for our heads; our clothes are still getting wet. But I clearly heard every word that came out from his mouth, piercing a burning hole on my chest. “You even promised, that night.”

“Do you think, you are the only who got hurt, Sehun? Don’t you remember? You treated me like a total stranger and some kind of piece of trash for a year!” I looked past behind his shoulder and blinked away the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes, anytime they want to.

“Stop it.” Sehun’s voice is firm and cold. The way he used when he denied that he knows me to his friends, back then.

“S-stop?” My voice is wavering because of the want to cry then and there. I ruffled my hair in frustration. I shouldn’t have my hope to get high—up to the sky, that we will finally have a proper talk for the first time after we met again. “Instead of saying sorry or even just explain something for me to understand, you wanted me to stop? You’re unbelievable.”

The first thing that she noticed when her cousin showed up on the screen of her laptop, is the big smile pasted on her face. It’s already past her bedtime but her cousin forced her to talk on Skype because there is some good news she needs to hear. “What’s with you? Are you sick? You’re creeping me out.”

“You are really the only one who is not mesmerized by my smile. What kind of cousin are you?” Her cousin then sighed deeply, faking her disappointment.

“Quit running around the bushes, Ji Eun. I told you that I need to wa—“

“Wake up early tomorrow because of school. Boring.”

Cheonsa yawns and grabbed a pillow for her to snuggle because sleep is seeping through her already. “Ji Eun.”

“Alright, you hot-tempered lady.” Ji Eun scrunched her nose first before showing a manila envelope she retreated on the small cabinet beside her bed. It’s already morning in Seoul but she’s still sitting pretty on her bed. Again, she smiled, widely. “I might or might not, auditioned you for the Korea’s Next Top Model. And you, my beloved Cheonsa got accepted.”

 “Korea’s what? What are you saying?” Cheonsa’s eyes widened. Of course she knows Korea’s Next Top Model because she always see it on her Twitter. The netizens keep tweeting about that show but she needs to confirm it with her crazy cousin.

“Korea’s Next Top Model, the Korean version of Tyra Bank’s model show there in America. They’ve set an auditioned last month and the show will air next month.” Ji Eun bats her eyes beautifully as she explains, hoping that her cousin will not get mad, though she already expected it to happen.

“And you auditioned me.? WHAT THE HELL?!”

Ji Eun almost splashed the water from she've drink,  on her laptop. “Yah! You scared me!”

“Just why on earth you auditioned me for?”

“Don’t you think that it’s already the time for you to come home?”

Cheonsa rolled her eyes, she already told her cousin a million times that she’ll never come back again in Seoul until she dies. “You really won’t stop, huh. Lee Ji Eun?”

Her cousin sighed in defeat, though she doesn’t want to admit it, yet. “You know I won’t, right? Lee Cheonsa.”