Word: Foreign

Couple: KiWoon

Length: 658 words

KiKwang furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the left. He was pretty concentrated. He looked creepy and a little fool – he already knew it, YoSeob made fun of it all the time when he did it during highschool – but it wasn't his fault if he only could think fully on something with that face. He couldn't control his body and so he deal with it how he could.

He was looking at the new trainee who just entered the dance room, all lost and shy and clumsy – the fact that he was tall accentuated his uneasiness, but in KiKwang's eyes it was pretty cute. It was the first time he met him and he was curious, and also full of questions. Because wasn't this new trainee a foreigner?

First of all, what striked was that he was tall – and even if some Koreans were as tall as him, it always amazed KiKwang who was ridiculously small for his age, but YoSeob supported him in this cruel joke of life. His skin was matt and slightly darker than his, a color who reminded KiKwang of a sweet cappuccino or golden caramel cookie. His face was very well-defined, a sharp nose, thin cheeks with visible cheekbones, without making him look as if he wasn't in a good health. If KiKwang could be poet, he would say that this new guy looked like a greek statue, flawless and muscular. But he also had a pure aura which added the adjectives cute and adorable to his portrait. Well, for KiKwang, he was the definition of perfect.

Maybe he was arabian; he looked like one. But if so maybe he wasn't able yet to