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â It makes me sad because Iâve never seen such â such beautiful shirts before. â
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?
Setting his shirt's twin down on the bed, Kibum approached Taemin, a soft, clumsy laugh leaving his lips as he reached up to cup his cheek, sweeping away the track his tears had left behind with his thumb. "Yah... what's with you? They're just shirts, it's nothing to cry about... but if you actually hate them and you're trying to spare my feelings, you're doing a shitty job of it."














