Stress. That was what Kibum’s morning was like. Nothing more but stress. Because of clothes, because of hisskin, because of his hair, because of his dog…. Because of freakingChoi Minho. Today was just another day hanging out with the older man, nothing new but with each time Kibum was getting a bit more nervous. He was taking more care of his hair, of his appearance in general and of the things he was saying in front of the other man.
It was nothing more but a hassle slowly. The more often they were seeing each other, the more Kibum wanted to impress Minho with— yeah with what? With himself? His clothes? Damn. Their meetings weren’t just a simple hanging out with a friend anymore. Not for Kibum at least. But there was the struggle. How to dress up for someone who was basically your date, but actually who was just a friend? Casual? Formal? Not being overdressed was the main plan, but not being under dressed was a must.
In the end Kibum chose something usual-unusual for his clothes. Usual was that he wasn’t wearing the mainstream stuff like: jeans and shirt. Actually he was wearing some casual blue jeans with black shoes. But for the top, he was actually wearing a black sweater with a black-white patterned shirt underneath, a golden necklace, a black (suit) coat and a light blue coat on top. For his head he was choosing a black hat in beret style. Along with his gold earrings and some golden rings on his finger and a black bag he was good to go – so Kibum thought. After putting a tiny bit of BB cream on his face (he was never going out without just a bit of BB cream) and some light brown contacts.
Within the last minute Kibum was done with dressing up himself. He was grabbing his little pup and his bag before he was leaving the house finally. Usually he was late – for everything – but not when he was having a date with Minho. Way too punctual (he was over-punctual to be honest), he was at his friend’s house, handing him his dog before he was leaving again (not after having a short talk with his friend about his date for today of course).
Hopefully he wouldn’t be too late now. Kibum took his phone out of his coat’s pocket in order to check the time. But what he was seeing wasn’t the clock but the little pop-up which was telling him that he had 4 text messages. From Minho. Kibum’s heart stopped beating for a second just to beat three times faster against his chest. With shaking hands he was opening the messages. Why was he so nervous?! They were just plain normal messages. A little smile appeared on Kibum’s bow shaped pink lips. He was a fool.
[ sms ✉ meanho ] I’m almost there.
[ sms ✉ meanho ] Just brought comme des to his date today——
[ sms ✉ meanho ] kkkk
Kibum looked up to check his surroundings while he was typing the messages. He was really close to his destination – and too early. What if Minho would get Kibum’s nervousness? And why was Kibum even so close that he could already see the older man? And why the heck was he so damn handsome? Even from the behind?!!?! Damn!
[ sms ✉ meanho ] turn around, handsome.
After sending the last message Kibum put his phone back into his coat’s pockets with an almost nervous smile plastered on his lips.
