Cho Kyuhyun browses through an old issue of Reader’s Digest, one of the many Choi Siwon uses (aside from the back of cereal boxes and smuggled American newspapers, that is) when he conducts dramatic readings during Sunday mornings (and whenever someone dares listen).
Kyuhyun looks at the glossy photos in page one and considers quitting work.
At page two, he considers adopting Heebum and watching Kim Heechul twist in pain when he feeds the cat to a pet jaguar he plans to import from Madagascar or wherever else pet jaguars came from.
At page seven, he considers marrying the first woman he sees in a pink dress with a ribbon around her waist and carrying a yellow umbrella at a bus stop.
At page eighteen, he considers buying a penthouse apartment in the middle of Seoul; one with an indoor pool and an all-glass wall.
At page thirty-one, he considers having two kids-two boys, one will wear thick Harry Potter glasses and solve impossible algebraic equations while the other will wear a mischievous genetic grin and hold a game controller all day long.
At page thirty-nine, he considers attending college reunions in, for once, a simple black suit and no tie, and a dazzling wife accessory with expensive pearls circling her neck and a high-karat diamond ring on the hand that’s looping elegantly over his arm.
At page forty-two, Lee Sungmin walks into the room, drying his hair with a towel and chewing on a stick of pink Pocky. He plops down in front of the television Kyuhyun had tuned in to the Home Shopping Network.
Cho Kyuhyun closes the magazine, slides down the floor, and assumes drying Sungmin’s hair. Sungmin offeres him a bite of cookie and a nuzzle on the cheek.
Sure, Kyuhyun considers living an ideal life. But this one already makes him happy.