You see, six years ago, Kikwang was just like any other teenaged boy going through the awkward phases of puberty. Yoseob had seen Kikwang grow and mature, watched as the younger boy unsurely looked at his own reflection in the school's bathroom mirrors, small, red pimples peppered across his cheeks and his too long nose and arms and legs. Everything had just felt so out of proportion and uneven, and Yoseob could relate only too well, having gone through the same. But now ― now, Kikwang was like some god damn Vogue model. At least, in Yoseob's eyes anyway. 

But, he might be biased ― so, whatever.