Joongki´s arms were thin and nimble, just the right amount of muscle to make none of the female fans stash him away in the too feminine category of their head.

He was nice and polite, his eyes twinkling with charm and laughter and when he smiled his white, shiny and perfect teeth were lighting up a complete room.

He had the perfect height too, his body matching, all proportions perfectly fine.

His looks made him desirable his character adding up on that fact even more.

Someone would think that a handsome person as Joongki would at least be crude or even dumb to balance it out and make the world a fair place, but no, Joongki was neither of that.

A perfectly deliberate person with a more than well functioning brain, that´s what he was, basic knowledge locked inside his head read to be put to use whenever it was needed.

It was not fair the least too, that he seemed to look nice in every piece of clothing he wore, jeans, pullover, shirts everything was obviously only emphasizing his physique and even though he was not blessed with model height, he was booked to strut over the runway more than other people.

He was 28, popular and successful with work.

Song Joongki, was just a all in all lucky person.

Kwangsoo was 28, gangly with features that people did not find appealing, by no means in Korea where plastic surgery could make everyone the epitome of perfection.