Keep Your Head Up - Chapter 5
Ch. 5
Being unable to come with anything better, Kyuhyun went back to the club he just came from, struggling all the way on uneven legs. The encounter with Kibum might have sobered his mind, but his legs felt just as unsure as earlier.
He went in there with a good fuck in mind and deliberately sat down next to a guy with long, slim legs, which he immediately imagined wrapped around his waist.
Yes, this was the guy to hook up with, nothing would be better to get small, cute Ryeowook out of his mind, with his wonderful smile and loud laugh, and… Kyuhyun got lost in his thoughts, only returning to reality when the long-legged guy next to him put a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” The stranger’s features were beautiful, mixed with somewhat familiar.
“Umn…” Kyuhyun did his best to remember where he had seen the guy before. He wasn’t the type to go for one-night stands usually, so that couldn’t be it. If only he wasn’t drunk..
“You looked really sad just then. Now you just look confused,” the beautiful stranger laughed, though worry still shone from his eyes.
“I know you. But I don’t remember how..” and just then, it hit him. This guy, this beautiful guy in front of him, was Zhoumi, a world-renowned Chinese model.
“You look like you remember now?” Zhoumi raised a brow, showing a bit of curiosity.
“I remember,” Kyuhyun answered, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“So?”
“You’re going to shoot for Westwood’s winter collection.”
Zhoumi laughed out loud; “Is that really my biggest accomplishment?”
“No,” Kyuhyun answered, leaning in close to Zhoumi, locking their eyes. “But I will be my biggest accomplishment.”
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Zhoumi wasn’t exactly against recommending Kyuhyun for Westwood. Even a fool could see that Kyuhyun had a huge potential as a model, Kyuhyun knew that much. He knew that, just by talent, he would be able to go to the top somehow.
But Kyuhyun was also a very impatient person, who didn’t like to wait for anything, especially not for his dreams to come true.
Zhoumi though, wasn’t quite as cooperative as Kyuhyun would have liked, despite obviously liking what he saw.
“There is this guy, who only goes to this place to tell us all, with a mere face expression, how much he is disgusted by us.”
“Is he famous?” Kyuhyun asked, looking around, trying to spot the boy Zhoumi was talking about.
“Not even close. But he’s my Vivenne Westwood, Kyuhyun-shi. Even if you don’t understand love, you must understand what that means. I hate clubbing. I hate the music here, the smell of vomit and alcohol, the people and the slippery floor. I only come here for one reason.”
“You don’t look very much like you’re flirting with him right now.”
“I can’t flirt with him! Look at him! He’s not even close to being homosexual.”
Zhoumi pointed out a young man, clad in a white v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, and an Italian belt. Overall, it didn’t look fashionable, but it did look very expensive. The most interesting part though, was that Kyuhyun knew that guy.
Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to smile, contemplating. “If I get you his number, can you secure me a spot on the Westwood team for winter collection?”
“Pfft. Who do you think I am? It’ll be nothing, the gal adores me.” Zhoumi waved his hand in the most gay-ish way Kyuhyun had ever seen.
“I’ll be right back then.”
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Kyuhyun walked with confidence, stretching out his hand for Zhoumi’s love-object.
“What?” the young man looked at him with disappointment.
“You’re not even greeting me with a hug now, Kyuhyunie? Did I do something wrong?”
The other’s face expression was worse than sad, and Kyuhyun hurried to explain; “Donghae-yah, you know I love you! But right now, I need you to give your number to the guy over there..”
Kyuhyun, smiling the widest he had done for a long time, pointed at Zhoumi’s direction.
“Which one of them?”
“The handsome one, of course. He’s already crazy about you.”
Donghae suddenly looked a mix of nervous and pleased. “You know him too, right Kyuhyun? I can’t date someone famous.”
“Of course you can.” Kyuhyun wasn’t going to lose an opportunity like this.
Donghae sighed, giving up already; “okay, I’ll go talk to him. No promises though.”
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