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"Wow, did you put in extensions?"
Kibum's eyes widen as he looks at the screen of his phone. Behind it, Taemin is revealing his new look, showing off his now long hair with grayish tones on the ends as he waves it like curtains.
Damn, he's hot as hell.
That's all Kibum can think at the moment as he settles into the couch. The view on his screen doesn't do much to calm his restless state... and neither does the fact that it's ten o'clock at night. However, being the good actor that Kibum is, he disguises the effect Taemin-long hair gave him while showing an exaggerated expression of surprise.
Bless you, Lee Taemin.
"Yep! I did it yesterday. I wanted to try something new, since I'm bored with my usual hairstyles. Plus long hair makes me look more androgynous than I am, don't you think?" Taemin was glowing with excitement, a dazzling smile plastered on his thick lips.
Kibum nods without paying much attention to the younger's words. Actually, he's not in such a good mood for a call, he was about to go to bed to sleep after a busy day, but the wretched Taemin thought of calling him via video call just at the wrong time. Besides, the fact that he is already in his pajamas in front of Taemin makes him more frustrated and restless.
Well, deep down, though, he feels a wave of happiness at seeing that dumb boy he's missed so much.
"I admit you look different...if I didn't know you, I'd swear you were a woman." Kibum covers his mouth as he lets out a thick husky laugh.
Taemin snorts and rolls his eyes. "Jongin told me the same thing, even my mom mistook me for a woman when I went to visit her the other day, and now you too, Kibum?"
"Oh, no, no, I didn't mean it to offend you, Taemin-ah. You actually look good... and sexy."
Oh, shit!
"Sexy, huh?" with a playful grin, Taemin squints his eyes as he stares at his friend through the screen.
Kibum is embarrassed and curses himself for being careless with what he blurts out his mouth. He feels his ears burn from blushing. He is thankful that in this type of situation his ears are the ones that turn red and not his cheeks. God knows the teasing he would get from Taemin if he saw him with a flushed face.
"I-I mean... It's a very peculiar look, it makes you look different and... and more attractive and-" he tries to explain, however Taemin interrupts him.
"It's okay, Kibum, I get what you meant. I'm sexy, I know." the younger winks at him, teasingly.
"Gosh, who taught you to be so arrogant?"
"Mmm... someone who's currently wearing black pajamas that let part of his chest show, maybe?" despite Taemin's camera moving around, Kibum can still see his annoyed smile through the blurry movements.
"Me? What the hell are you talking about, showing off your chest is being arrogant?" Kibum laughs and covers his chest awkwardly. There's the reason why he doesn't feel comfortable wearing pajamas while talking to Taemin, he always comes out with one out of context comment.
"Kim Kibum. Don't play dumb. who's the one posting photos on Instagram showing off his pajamas provocatively?"
"I'm not flaunting it, I just like taking selfies of myself in my pajamas!"
"And show them off in video calls with your friends too?" Taemin raises an eyebrow expectantly.
"Oh, gosh, that's because I didn't know you'd call me at this hour, Taemin." Kibum rolls his eyes. "You're being very-"
"Why are you covering your chest so much, Kibummie hyung?" Taemin interrupts him again, lets out a chuckle that Kibum starts to get annoyed.
"Because according to you I'm showing off." He emphasizes the last. "And besides, it's kind of annoying that my chest keeps showing off thanks to these pajamas."
"It's 10 p.m., Kibum. It's okay to be sexy."
"Are you contradicting yourself?" Kibum raises an eyebrow at him, irritated by the younger's games. He noticed that there was something unusual in Taemin's tone of voice, but he doesn't know how to describe it.
Is he implying something?
"Mmm. No. I mean... it's okay to show off your sexy side in front of me." Younger's eyebrows twitch in a flirtatious manner.
Is that the answer? Kibum feels even more confused. He wants to believe that the younger one is just playing with him, but it doesn't help that Taemin is looking at him in such a vigorous way.
"In front of you? Now I'm only supposed to show off my chest in front of you?"
"Yes." Taemin smiles wider.
"I'm going to cut. You're pissing me off Taemin."
"And aren't you going to appreciate my long sexy hair a little more? Oh, right, and I haven't shown you the best of my new myself yet, aren't you curious to see my outfit? It will drive you crazy."
Kibum looks at him with a tired expression, the brat is mentally exhausting him. But the idea of seeing that outfit Taemin is talking about tempts him to continue with his games.
"Stop... if you were going to talk to me just to have this ridiculous conversation, you might as well not have called me." Kibum gets up from the couch to head to his bedroom, he is ready to cut the call short and just go to sleep while torturing himself with the tantalizing image of a Taemin with long hair. He knows that if he keeps talking to him he will no longer be able to hide his disturbing arousal and sooner or later Taemin will realize it and then use it as another way to tease him.
"Kibum, it was you who started with the sexy, I didn't say anything!" he can hear him laugh in that weird choppy way Taemin has, that same laugh he has whenever something amuses him a lot and Kibum calls it like 'asthmatic laughter'.
"Whatever, I was going to fall asleep anyway, so I'll cut the call." He stammers as he drags out the last few words. Of course Kibum is not willing to continue his useless conversation, he heads to his bedroom in order to get ready for sleep.
"What?! Oh, of course not, hyung! it's too early to sleep and I won't let you do it! You still have to see my outfit, remember?" taemin's voice seems a little desesperate.
Kibum's own body feels treacherous as he reacts to the last thing Taemin said, now he can't help but be more curious as quick images of the possible outfits Taemin might wear to match his long hair flash through his mind. Just imagining it is already suffocating, so much so that he feels his skin bristle, just because Taemin can make any outfit look as attractive as possible, no matter how simple it is.
As he folds the sheets and blankets to lie down, he glances quickly at his phone, only to see Taemin waiting patiently for an answer, though at the same time he seems to be typing something on his phone. When Kibum senses that his own silence is too suspicious, he clears his throat before speaking, hoping that the noise of his phone's movement will disguise his nervousness and distract the younger.
"Taemin, I'm not in the mood for this... I just want to sleep. And you can show me that another day."
"No, no! Just wait a bit, hyung! I'll send you a photo." Taemin types faster as if in a hurry, apparently looking for a picture. Kibum notices that there's a small, tight-lipped smile while his eyes seem to have a particularly different glint. This causes him to shiver and he fears that his legs will go weak due to the fear of what Taemin might show him. "Alright! You'll get a message soon, hyung."
Kibum's phone starts vibrating for a second, displaying a new notification in his notification tray. It's a message from Taemin, or rather a picture attached. Kibum looks unsurely at Taemin who can still see through the video call, the latter is now resting his chin on his hand, his fingers half covering the smile he still holds as he stares at him. Kibum's heart begins to beat frantically.
As if that nagging smile could help him.
Oh, god. Shit, shit, shit. Calm down Kibum.
What will Lee Taemin surprise me with now?
To begin with... why am I so alterate? What could Taemin be showing me anyway?
Finger trembling, he slowly presses on the newest notification, opening Taemin's messaging. The fact that the younger boy is staring at him through the camera makes him nervous, he fears that his facial expression will betray him with some undue reaction in front of the younger.
Unfortunately, there is no point in striving to maintain a neutral reaction.
His eyes could not believe what they saw.
Kibum literally fell on his ass. The good thing is that he fell right on the edge of his bed, avoiding getting hurt. The bad thing was that his reaction was both obvious and unexpected and of course Taemin must have noticed.
His eyes were puzzled. He couldn't get them off from Taemin wearing a white crop top revealing a large amount of abdominal skin. The rest of the outfit was an all-white sports outfit, except for the elastic hem of the underwear and the crop top, which was red. The deep dark makeup Taemin wore on his eyes, plus what looked like a dripping of the dark liner made the overall concept more eye-catching and had more volume in the overall look, as the outfit was simple.
What really blew Kibum's mind was not only how revealing hid outfit was, but also the way Taemin was posing in this photo. He had one arm raised at the level of his head, slightly bending his forearm to cover his face a bit, the stretch made the white t-shirt lift up and show more of his abdomen. His hips seemed to be bent inclined, you could even say they were swaying, as if he was showing off his peony tattoo on purpose. What was worse was his painfully lewd expression as he stares into the camera with those piercing, piercing eyes characteristic of Taemin.
How many times was he going to be shocked at Taemin tonight?
Apparently it took Kibum quite a while to come back to reality, because he looked so lost as he stared intently at the image.
"Oh, shit... " he gasps. He can't even recognize his own voice, he feels like he's completely changed.
And oh shit. Kibum almost forgets Taemin's presence on the phone. This makes him react, only to panic because surely Taemin heard him gasp.
"Hyung, are you okay?"
Kibum didn't want to look at him, didn't want to look at his stupid smile. He just couldn't.
He didn't even notice when he quickly cut off the call, not giving the younger a chance to at least say goodbye. Just like that, if nothing else, he got rid of Taemin, even though deep down he knows he couldn't get rid of him completely.
Of course not.
Because a minute later he got a new message. From Taemin.
"Hyung, I'll come to your place now 6v6."
What was missing.
Kibum became paranoid as he read the message. It couldn't be true that Taemin was going that very instant to visit him. The worst part was that his apartment wasn't that far away from his home.
Shit, why would you come here Taemin?
Kibum frantically types on his phone. He plans to beg the boy not to come see him.
"What? No Taemin! Just keep your ass where you were and don't come!"
As soon as he sends the message, he gets another one from Taemin.
"I'm on my way."
Kibum keeps pacing back and forth in the living room. His dogs, who had been sleeping a while ago, are now following him and watching him intently, as if wondering what's going on with their daddy.
There are a lot of reasons why Kibum feels uneasy, though he doesn't know which is the main one. That Taemin is about to arrive, the shocking photo of him showing off his crop top, the fact that it's nighttime and he doesn't know what will happen or just finding out the reason why Taemin wants to see him. It could even be a reason as stupid as him not wanting him to see his pajamas.
He felt his hands sweating horribly and had to rub them on the fabric of his pajamas to dry them, though it didn't help calm his nerves. He even started biting his nails, he sat down several times on the couch hoping to calm himself down, however his legs were moving quickly from impatience. Kibum was already pissed off at his own body, which ironically could not sit still.
What's taking Taemin so long?
Wait, is that good or bad?
What if he was just pulling my leg and didn't really come out of wherever he's been? Did he lie to me and won't come? Or did he fall asleep?
Why would he come anyway?
Why do I care so much if he comes or not?
Shaking his head slightly in denial, Kibum laughs at his stupid questions. He should be happy if he comes to the conclusion that Taemin won't actually come, but that only makes him sicker.
As he heads to the kitchen to go get a glass of water, a couple of thoughts come to his mind. He thinks about the conversation he had with Taemin and remembers that the strange atmosphere that formed between them was because of himself. Him and his incredible mouth after he blurted out the word "sexy". That was the beginning that altered things in that video call, or as many would say, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
If that word had not been mentioned, would the conversation between Kibum and Taemin have been normal? Would Taemin not have expanded their talk to indirect insinuations? Would he not have insisted on seeing his outfit?
Wouldn't Kibum have felt an inexplicable warmth in his body at ten o'clock at night?
Or maybe all those questions were useless, because it was actually Taemin who initiated the call and the 'after' was left to the fate that befell them. Unfortunately fate chose for Kibum to blurt out a word that managed to trigger a side he never thought there would be between him and Taemin.
Was it sexual attraction or something?
Kibum brings the glass of water to his lips to take a sip, his gaze is lost somewhere in the kitchen, and his mind.... well, that much is clear.
The sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the house suddenly, Kibum startles and feels that ring ding dong pierce his ears sharply, almost exploding his eardrums. From the nerves it seems that his ears are more acute than usual.
Kibum knows what it is about. His heart that beats in a disorderly way knows it. His body, which shudders to the point of raising the few hairs he has, also knows it.
He takes awkward steps towards the entrance of the house, the door seems so far away and with every stride he takes, his body feels even heavier from the tension he was accumulating.
When he finally reaches the door, he stands still for a few seconds as he hesitates whether or not to open the door.
"Hyung, it's me, open up!"
Taemin's voice is heard on the other side of the door, confirming Kibum's suspicions about who rang the doorbell.
Kibum panics, but then remembers that he can act, so he figures the best way to disguise his panic is to scold Taemin for being late once he opens the door for him.
Yes, that's what he'll do. He'll give him a big welcome.
Now that he feels more confident, Kibum decides to open the door to welcome the boy.
"Yah, Taemin! You said you were on your way but you're late- oh, shit!"
Scolding was left in the air when Kibum is startled to see dark eyes penetrate his presence. His lips remain open when he sees Taemin wearing the same outfit he was wearing in that picture. The boy stood with his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, his expression grim and expressionless. The dark liner in his eyes made his look more voluptuous and intimidating.
The sight in front of him is enough to leave Kibum speechless and open-mouthed.
"Don't look so surprised, Kibum. I'm not the only one who looks exquisitely hot." Taemin twists a smile as he glances from head to toe at the boy in front of him, as if undressing him with his eyes.
Kibum inadvertently looks down at himself, surprised to have three buttons unbuttoned from his pajamas, revealing his entire chest and one of his nipples.
At what point did his shirt open so wide? Was it because of sweat? Was he so nervous that he didn't even realize he got as far as unbuttoning his shirt? Kibum feels embarrassed, unconsciously covering his chest again.
"I... Huhm..." He is speechless, Taemin's presence intimidates him. "Why are you... dressed like that?"
"Didn't I tell you? It's okay to be sexy at this hour."
Taemin's voice changed radically. It felt deeper and graver than usual. Kibum didn't know if he was attracted to his voice, or his expressionless expression, or the provocative way his clothing fit his body.
But he could tell he finally agreed with the younger.