#taempestuous

❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜

Kibum's gaze slowly panned down to himself, somewhat bewildered since Taemin had never had such a visceral response to Tom Ford before. It wasn't like it had anything spectacularly novel about it. It was just a beautifully cut white evening shirt, made from charmeuse, something that felt as soft on the skin as it did under fingertips. He had secured a very similar shirt for Taemin, except it was black. Being too matchy-matchy was awkward, but beneath jackets, the subtle complementary quality pleased him. Was that why? Was it the couple thing?

Taemin folds his arms across his chest, lips pursed, digging one of his heels into the floor a bit as he stares over at Kibum. Whatever. He’s becoming increasingly more and more frustrated with the situation.

‘The way she did that – her moves, how attractive!’ He could understand the jealously, hell, he would’ve been a little jealous himself if Kibum had said anything like that. But it was a movie. He wasn’t interested in her; he wouldn’t deny appreciating her style, though.

“Yah…Kibum– hyung.” Licks at his lips, sighing shortly after. “I said it wasn’t like that, she isn’t like you– and I wouldn’t appreciate her like I do you. It’s completely different, you know. I’m not interested in her. She just has a nice skill with the blade…it was cool.” Nods firmly, hoping this time he’ll be assured it wasn’t like that with the actress.

“Besides, you could do the same huh? You’ll have the better style, and you’ll be attractive that way~ Think on it, I don’t even know her, or remember her characters name. But I could never forget yours.”

"Yah. You didn’t say it was cool. You said she was hot. You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen whenever she was on it, your jaw was hanging open and by the way, that’s your drool on the floor.” Nice try, Taemin. Kibum huffed loudly, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly. He wouldn’t meet his eyes, fixed on a point somewhere across the room to his left. But, that little shit drew his attention back in a heartbeat, his widened, incredulous eyes landing on him, burning hot.

i didn't want to say this on the day. i wanted to say it earlier and catch you offguard. we still have two months to go until it's a year, but whatever.

i want to show you what's in my heart, right now, as i'm feeling it.