undying need. w/trevor
( to: @fmdtrevor )
the way kian caught the flesh just by the corners of his mouth between his teeth made him pout. unintentionally, but it was there, his lower lip jutting out (in a cute way, but you didn't hear that from me). it was a habit. contemplating while toying with his lips and everything around it. kian's eyes stared at his phone, small and square in his hands. among the contacts, he scrolled down and down. 'shin, manager, insoo' and finally, 'trevor'. the man wasn't acquainted with a handful of people. just a few that he trusted, although his manager was a different story. in his shared bedroom, kian stared at his members, snoring the night away. it was tranquil, and he thought the soft snoring would lull him to sleep.
typing a message, kian struggled to come up with a decent start. accustomed to receiving, to having his phone vibrate without touching it, his eyes twitched whenever he tapped something up. 'hey, good evening' awkward. 'you up?' shady. 'sleeping?' pretentious.
after what seemed like forty five sighs, kian finally hit the send button and pushed the small gadget under his pillow. was it to hide it? or perhaps to have it vibrate right under his face when he gets an answer?
(perhaps a bit of both.)
"you busy?" - sent: 2:23am
