Drink in hand at eye level, Kibum stood beside his table while he looked out at the unified mass of the few bodies in the middle of the room. He was stuck somewhere between wanting to desperately grind up on someone and staying in his corner to wait for someone to approach him because, really, who wanted to look as desperate as they felt at any given moment? Sure, his identity would be effectively blurred out by all the others around him, but it always felt better to have someone come to him; it settled better with him the morning after, that satisfaction of knowing he was desirable enough to be sought after.
He tipped his Vodkatini back before taking a step in a definite direction and happened to catch the gaze of a man seated alone at the bar, glass still to his lips. Was it merely interest that had him shedding his usual pride, had him walking over to sit beside the other there? He didn’t know, but he liked the looks of this man—all soft baby face with a look of something more behind his eyes. It was a look that Kibum understood well enough.
"Hey," he stated simply. "You looked lonely."
The male blotted out the loud thud of the base playing through the open club. Partying and dancing was not why he was here; he was not ready for such a drastic step yet. Perhaps some company would do him good. Perhaps it would help him move on. It had been four months; he supposed it was time. Fingers played unconsciously with the simple metal band placed atop the marble slab out of habit. Xander had not stopped carrying the thing around yet. He still could not imagine leaving it lying upon his dresser top in the cool of his apartment. As he stared out at the moving bodies, he began to lose his courage. Sure, he continued on with normal life the best he could and he carried on the occasional polite conversation, but this was at the boarder of his comfort zone.
A pleasant voice caught his attention as he tipped the last of his mudslide back. At first, he doubted the soft, warm tone was directed at him. He had done little to attract attention all night; perhaps a part of him was hoping there would be no one that noticed him. But as he turned his head, his coffee-dark gaze caught hold of hazel eyes staring into his. There was a flicker of something within the welcoming orbs...something familiar. The man was pleasantly featured with soft contours, a sweet voice, lean form, and dirty blond hair to top it off. Xander's eyes fluttered down over the male in a split second whilst he gestured for the other to join him at the bar.
"Well, that is certainly a better line than the one a guy gave me last night." His lips curl back in a faint smile,
"Please, sit. What are you drinking?"
