New Life: A Second Chance

The photographer, Mark, just happened to walk in this scene of Kyle and Kay laughing.

He was frozen on the spot.

It just so happened that the natural lighting of the sun shone through the window, hitting both of them at that point. They were sitting casually on the chair, exuding an air of both innocence and elegance. Their features were outstanding, with the boy appearing like a youthful Adonis and the girl like a Fairy Princess.

He rubbed his eyes and turned to Patricia, the receptionist, "Those are the ones who wanted the copyright?"

"Yes," Patricia nodded, "I know it's unusual and we would normally not agree, but I didn't dare reject them without asking you first."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and patted Patricia's shoulder, "Thank God you did."

If he had lost the opportunity of taking their pictures, he would have regretted it immensely. His own portfolio would look fantastic with them in. Mark quickly went back into his studio, prepared a contract and signed it.

He came out with a huge smile as he walked over to Kyle and Kay, "Hi, I'm Mark Antony, your photographer. I believe you wanted to change a bit on the copyright issues? Here, would this be to your satisfaction?"

Kyle scanned through the contract and nodded then said, "I'll get my lawyers to sign this on my behalf since I'm a minor, verify it and will get it returned to you ASAP."

"Not a problem, not a problem," Mark replied, "Shall we?"

After that, it was a round of discussion between Kay and Mark as she told him what she wanted. It took them nearly the whole day to do so and Kyle patiently did as he was told.

First, Mark had got some of his friends over to help. The studio was beginning to look like a professional photo taking session. Kyle had to go through the normal make-up and hairstyling session.

The make-up artist, Dom, couldn't stop gushing over Kyle as he started.

"Omigosh, Kyle, you're just so perfect. This skin tone! It's so smooth and your pores are so clear! If I had your skin, I would just die, I tell you. D.I.E. DIE," Dom was chattering away as he did the make-up. "Mark said this is supposed to be the natural look, so we're not going to be doing much, don't worry. We wouldn't want to hide all of this glory under weird colouring now, would we? Just a touch up here - and there - just to make sure your skin doesn't shine under the hot glare of lights ... "

While Dom was chatting away, Kyle just kept still with a slight smile on his face. Kyle found Dom to be adorable and kind of reminded him of a young Xing Han. Not just the bullet train persona, but the gentle and open nature.

The first shoot was him in casual clothes. The first outfit was a simple black T-shit, but its collar was rather low hanging and loose. He had on a light leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was styled in an upsweep and he had on some leather straps. He gave some simple poses in this, having the expression of a playful and warm teen.

The second outfit was him in a hooded sweatshirt, with the hood up and him sitting on a railing. He gave his side profile, showing his sharp jawline as he looked contemplatively into the distance.Mark excitedly took pics.

Next shoot was him in a suit that had a vest which only showed off his lean abs. The first type of pose was him emulating a sort of CEO persona so he adopted a serious expression quite like the one he did during the press conference. He would be posing next to a desk or sitting on it while studying a document.

The other outfit was him wearing a long overcoat, with him either walking towards the camera or sideways with his head turned. The expression Kyle gave as he walked towards the camera, with the wind blowing upon his face and flaring the coat a bit made even Mark gulp. He shook his head a few times to remind himself that this KID was not even a modal.

The last shoot was supposed to be Kyle's "sexy" shots.

Kay was giggling as she directed Kyle on what she wanted. Kyle raised an eyebrow as he looked at his sister who was clearly enjoying the whole thing.

"Just one, Kay," Kyle insisted, but Kay pouted.

"Come on, it's a bit much, don't you think?" Kyle said as he rejected the first one, "I mean, come on. You want me to just be in a towel and walking half wet out of a shower?"

"You did it during the Student Council interview!"

"I wasn't half naked then!" Kyle pointed out, "Kay, be reasonable. Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being sold or something? What's this picture for anyway?"

Kay giggled, "I'll tell you once it's done."

"I'm okay with this concept," Kyle said, pointing to one and Kay nodded, agreeing reluctantly to just the one.

So there he was, in a very tight fitting white T-shirt that was tucked into his jeans. Kyle sighed and wondered for the umpteenth time what his dear sister was up to. Kyle took a deep breath and recalled scenes of his first kiss and more importantly, his wedding night. He took in the feelings and memories of how he felt then and how he was like when he was facing his spouse.

The moment Mark said to start, Kyle opened his eyes and Mark got the shock of his life.

The eyes were the most difficult part of the body yet was the most important part as well as it was the way to the soul. A model with 'dead' eyes would never make it. Right there and then, Mark not only could see the sexiness oozing out of the young boy in front of him, but he could even 'feel' it. The smoldering blue eyes, deep with intense passion and longing for something - or someone.

Kyle turned his head to the left a bit, tilting it down slightly and the corner of his lips curled upwards a bit - just enough to reveal a teaser of a dimple. His eyes never left the camera as his right hand pulled his T-shirt out from the jeans and halfway up his chest. It was just a small tease, but it was enough to partially show the six-pack that was usually hidden underneath.

The whole scene screamed, 'Want a piece of this?'

Kay was happily jumping in one part of the photo shoot. Perfect.

Once the whole thing was over, Kyle was utterly exhausted and relieved. Mark told them that the pictures would only be ready the next day, but he showed them the shots taken in the computer.

"I'll need to do some adjustments to lighting and all, and was also thinking of making some of these shots in black and white. Especially the last one," Mark explained.

"That would be perfect," Kay answered. Kyle paid and they left, leaving behind a very dazed team. The whole thing had been surreal and it felt like a professional Supermodel shoot.

.:*・°☆..TWO DAYS LATER .:*・°☆..

That Monday, Kyle found out exactly what Kay wanted the pictures for.

All Kay did was send him a link early in the morning. She knew his routine, so had sent the link after he had completed his normal morning exercises. He was sitting on his chair, tilting it on its legs while sipping some water as he causally clicked the link. Then he nearly fell off his chair when he saw what it was.

An Insta Account. It had been created the night before and in less than 10 hours, it already had 600,000 followers ... and it was still rising.

The profile picture was just a face shot of him and the simple words of "Kyle Smith". Inside, the first video she had posted was the rescue and the picture was titled "Spiderman Kyle". Kyle winced at that. Kay had effectively sealed his fate with that caption.

Kay had also created a story about his rock climbing background and parkour activities. Then it was littered with pictures that had been taken at the studio and what had been in her own personal camera phone album. There was even the bouldering video between him and Ken at Rock5 Gym.

There was one section of his biodata which had his likes and dislikes - and Kyle smiled at one part that Kay stated Kyle hated chocolates and generally getting anything on Valentines Day.

[That was a nice touch. The chocolates and Valentine's Day point]

[I know] Kay said smugly [Since you're going to be super popular anyway, might as well use the Mall T incident to put you out in the open.]

[Throws the entire plan we made years ago out the window though] Kyle said with regret. The original plan was to remain low key until they were legally adults but the entire Mall T incident made that impossible.

They could have waited until the whole thing cooled down, but that would have taken at least a couple of years since Kyle would be participating in the rock climbing competitions. So rather than trying to do some damage control during those two years, they might as well ride the wave and use it to their advantage.

[Any news about 'them'?] Kyle asked.

[No. They've been pretty silent so far. Although Oreo did manage to dig up some information on Mary - or more specifically, her husband, Rex which may be a reason for the attack.] Kay answered.

[Um-hmmm] Kyle mumbled as he casually swiped through the pictures and some comments. Then, he got to 'that' picture. Kyle had to admit, he not only looked darn good in that, he actually appeared much older. Like he was 15 or 16. This was attributed to the fact that it was in black and white and that it was his side profile, which accentuated his sharp jawline.

As he read through the comments, his eyes nearly popped out.

[My GOD Kay! Have you read the comments on the last pic?!]

Kyle had expected the normal 'ovaries are exploding' and 'want to have your babies' type of comments but not the 'licking the screen' and mentioning of tying him up to do certain things.

[Who said only guys should be allowed to be so open about their desires?] Kay laughed.

[And tell me why again - no wait, you never DID tell me. What's the point of that picture anyway? I can guess the objective of having this Insta account but why that picture?]

[The point of the picture, my dear brother?] Kay said, pausing dramatically. After one minute of silence, she said.

[Pure fan service.]

Kyle groaned. He'd been played.

Kyle 2, Kay 2.