in the couple of weeks since coming to sphere, kibum has learned quite a bit about everyone’s personalities, but particularly the other members of convex, who he’s been actively trying to get to know better. one of the first things he discovered about ten was that the younger seems to absolutely adore any form of skinship. kibum doesn’t mind, of course, being rather fond of physical affection himself, and while they’re still in the slow process of establishing boundaries with each other, it’s becoming increasingly clear that those boundaries may not even exist.
and so they walk through lotte world with ten hanging on kibum’s arm in the crowd -- walking close together and ten hanging on tightly as they move through the crowd towards whatever ten wants to do next. kibum, personally, enjoys lotte world, but doesn’t really have anything he’s dying to do here. he likes all the decorations, though -- he’s not one of those people that thinks that halloween should die immediately on november 1st, so here they are on the evening of the fourth, still surrounding by all the ~spooky~ decorations and employees in various costumes.
they’re both private trainees, technically, but kibum knows that he could still be recognized, because as far as the public knows he’s still a royal trainee. so he wears a baseball cap and nondescript hoodie and jeans combo, kind of wishing he had thought to bring a face mask but trusting in the huge crowd to hide them. besides, he’s been out of the limelight for long enough that they should be okay. still, though, it never hurts to be cautious.
when a sweet smell reaches him from somewhere to their left, he pulls his hand from his pocket to tap ten on the arm, gesturing his head in the vague direction of nearby food stands. “hey, you want a snack? my treat.”
