shiah knew a lot of the girls in royal, but with most of them participating in royal survival the studios throughout the royal building seemed pretty vacant - except for the boys. perhaps this was a chance, then, for shiah to get to know some of the boys here and make some new friends in the form of male company. she had never been too good with making guy friends but sehun liked her enough, and baekhyun had taken to her pretty well during their first conversation. it couldn’t go horribly, could it?
quietly, she let herself into one of the dance studios that the guys usually used, looking around to spy anyone she could talk to. her eyes landed upon a decently tall, pale, practically perfect looking man. seriously, his visuals were amazing, he could’ve easily dropped royal and become a famous model instead. he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. she was in awe of him. not because she was attracted to him or anything like that - she sort of had a boyfriend after all - but because he was just that beautiful of a man. what was even more impressive was that he was so pretty, so beautiful it was almost feminine how he looked, however he still had some manly aspects to him. he was gorgeous.
“wow, hello sir prince.” she grinned softly before bowing, slowly making her over to him. “i’m shiah, i’m a newer trainee here. you’re very princely looking.” she couldn’t help it really, she never had any filter, nor did she get embarrassed over praising someone, even strangers. praising was nice after all, who wouldn’t want to be praised?
“You can follow me to my chair. Did you want a special color? A special cut?”
A small smile curled his lips up as he watched Kibum come over. He knew the boy could work wonders with hair, so he completely trusted him to touch his..problematic head of dark hair.
Nodding his head quietly, he followed the other towards his chair and sat down. Dark eyes looked at his own reflection as the other came around to ask him what he'd like. Of course, Phobetor knew exactly what he wanted..he just didn't want people to see him in such a weird state.
"Ah, I just need my hair to be cut short like it was before. I'm keeping my hair black, it's to cover up some..streaks I have."
Slowly, he pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt to reveal his current look. His once short, black hair had grown to his shoulders with large, whit streaks starting at his temples and flowing outwards. Luckily, the white hair hadn't gotten any worse, but still; Phobetor felt a bit awkward with how he currently looked. He sunk into the chair a bit, quietly speaking to Kibum as if he holds a secret.
{ @mpxkibum } It was a well known fact that Phobetor kept his appearance clean and always well-kept. He wasn't afraid to try anything new; dyeing his hair fire truck red, wearing more revealing clothes, anything he felt like doing. But of course, there was one thing he really didn't like about his appearance currently; Hair that went down to his shoulders and white streaks. Lately for him, he had fallen under a large amount of stress. This; as well as the fact that we wasn't using his powers as much as he did prior slowly started affecting his appearance. Clearly, you could see it in his hair. Large, white streaks of once black hair spread from his temples and covered a lot of the area on the sides of his head. He hated it. If he didn't dye it soon, surely his hair would go completely white. Pulling up the hoodie he had on, he slipped into the salon and waited at the desk. The nervous aura radiated off him easily; shoulders high and face lowered as he waited to be taken. Footsteps echoed in the empty salon and stopped before him. Looking up from his hands, Phobetor's gaze met the familiar face of Kibum. A slight blush crept onto his face as he tried to hide the embarrassment in his voice. "Ah..Kibum. Um, I need a bit of help with my hair. I need to get it cut..and dyed."
pairing: kibum/???
rating: pg i guess idk
words: 842
warnings: voyeurism???? kinda???
summary: 7:15 AM. This was the time the train arrived and started an...interesting morning for Kibum. The train ride from Daegu to Seoul then back had always been uneventful until he took notice of...him.
i was going to have a set pairing but i thought it'd be fun to have the reader decide who the other person is :3
7:15 AM. This was the time the train arrived and started an...interesting morning for Kibum. It happened the same time everyday and in some sick type of way, he looked forward to the encounter every morning and evening. The train ride from Daegu to Seoul then back had always been uneventful until he took notice of...him.
When the train arrived, Kibum eagerly boarded and handed in his ticket, smiling at the conductor before making his way to his seat. He had to be subtle when he looked for him, making sure not to make any obvious movements. He let his eyes scan through the seats until his eyes landed on the handsome man. His head was leaning against the window and his eyes was down on his phone.
Kibum licked his lips nervously as he turned his back to the stranger, bending down to set his things down on his seat. As soon as he bent down, he felt the familiar pair of eyes on him and he felt his cheeks flush with color. It was amazing how much he enjoyed being checked out by a stranger. Usually he'd cuss them out then be on his way, but this one, this one turned him on like mad.
Kibum quickly took his seat, glancing over at the stranger and noticing his eyes had turned back to his phone. This had been going on for almost a month now and he had yet to learn his admirer's name. Hell, he hadn't even spoken to the man yet. But he did make a secret promise to himself that tonight he would finally talk to him and finally learn his name.
The train ride went on with both of them not bothering to look at each other, like it usually went. Once his stop was reached, Kibum had devised a small plan that he wondered if he should even go through. He stood up and hesitated for a moment before deciding to go through with it. He turned his back to the stranger and gathered his things, feeling those eyes on him again. He pretended to search for something before lightly slapping his palm against his ass, pretending to feel in his back pocket. The "missing" item was there and he turned to walk off the train, not before noticing the small smirk on the stranger's plump lips.
5:45 PM. Kibum bit down on his lip as he waited for his train to come. He knew he was going to see the stranger again and this time he was going to speak to him. As he quickly handed the conductor his ticket and boarded the train, he looked for the stranger. His heart beat quickened when he noticed he wasn't there and he wondered if he was okay. Subtlety was lost as he moved his head to search, making it quite obvious who he was searching for. Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat and he turned around to see the grinning stranger.
"I know, I'm running late. Sorry." The man winked as he took his usual seat, leaving Kibum speechless. His lips simply parted slightly before he turned to put his things down on his seat. He felt the usual pair of eyes on his ass but this time he heard something different - a camera shutter. He looked over and noticed the phone in the stranger's hand.
"I forgot to turn off the sound..." He mumbled softly and all Kibum could do was sit down quickly. The rest of the train ride was silent as usual, Kibum's mind racing with thoughts and questions. Had he always taken pictures of him? How many did he have? Why did it turn Kibum on so much? Soon enough the train stopped and Kibum prepared to leave. He did his usual and stood up, turning his back to the stranger and bending over to gather his things. He felt his eyes on him and wondered if the camera was on him as well.
As he stood up, he turned around and hesitated for a moment. He wondered if he should try and introduce himself and how he should do it. If he waited too long then the train would leave his stop so he parted his lips to speak but wasn’t sure of what exactly to say.
“I’m Kibum!” He suddenly blurted out, his cheeks flushing with color as a wave of embarrassment washed over him. The stranger looked up at him and grinned softly, nodding.
“I’m-” Before Kibum could get his name, the conductor warned that they would be leaving. The male felt himself quickly grow flustered and he took out a piece of paper from his back pocket, handing it to the stranger before running off of the train. As Kibum disappeared and the train started to move again, the stranger looked down at the piece of paper and grinned at the words “Call me if you want to take better pictures” written on it with his phone number written below it.
Kibum enjoyed nightfall as it was more of his time than a day, plus - less eyewitnesses if he wanted to commit a felony. Kibum loitered around, smoking his cigarette and exhaling the smoke up in the air. Soon he felt someone’s gaze resting onto him and looked back to see a man walking along the street - it was he who was looking at the demon. his smirked and turned his gaze away, looking somewhere around, the cigarette between his lips.
He wasn't a chaser, he hunted, or be hunted since he loved the thrill in that game. The reaction of his other victim, although this guys seemed to be a good player, was fascinating in at least. It was rare to look away from him, you had those who were attracted by his appearance, power and money like bugs on light, the cold distant types often tried to look less ''interested'' but the glances always seemed to reveal their true intention. This guys just, looked away and Damian was intrueged. Of course the flawless skin helped, he loved perfection after all. Exhaling the smoke he walked over to the other, not sure what he was going for but he would discover it soon enough.
