When
WHEN (hanbum)
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When Kibum first saw him, he didn’t really feel anything. He was delicate, handsome, but then again, so was everyone else. Kibum was long past the phase where he gawked at the gorgeous people that surrounded him.
When Kibum heard that he was going to be one of them, he didn’t really care. Sure they already had enough, and the new boy was just going to make things more crowded. But he seemed like a nice enough kid (not that they’ve ever spoken).
When Kibum realized that he was actually a dongsaeng, he wasn’t really concerned. Kibum never really liked the cuteness that had to come with being the magnae, it just wasn’t him. Anyway, it would be nice to have someone call him hyung for once.
But Kibum didn’t expect the look on the His face when he saw the younger boy, didn’t register the stab in his own heart when he saw the dancer-how Kibum wanted to say his dancer- make space on his bed to share with their new magnae. Kibum didn’t want to dwell on the fact when the Chinese man started paying more and more attention to the younger boy, started caring more for him he did for Kibum. Kibum didn’t understand when the youngest didn’t act cute at all, but was just as quiet and mysterious as him.
Kibum didn’t like the way the boy didn’t seem to care about being popular but still was, didn’t like the way he fitted in so easily, didn’t like the way he slitted so casually in with the others and all anyone could talk about was how amazing the magnae could sing. Kibum didn’t like the way the younger boy could get away with sarcastic comments, didn’t like it that the others seem to no longer notice him (like he could just fade away and no one would notice), didn’t like that the boy could learn His language so fast and so perfectly, when Kibum himself could barely fumble out a greeting.
But what Kibum especially didn’t like wasn’t the way the younger boy had seemingly replaced him, but the fact that this young, fragile looking kid could have the courage to do what Kibum could not…to reach for His hand and to call the Chinese man, so intimately without even a 'hyung' attached.
Whenever he heard His name uttered in that rich, low voice, Kibum would just close his eyes, and block out images of those slender fingers entwined together, the way their long legs touched as they sat besides each other and that returning smile (the one Kibum dreams of being directed at him, just so he could return it with one of his own brilliant smiles), and whisper it too, so softly no one could hear but himself…
"Hangeng"
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When Kibum first saw him, he didn’t really feel anything. He was delicate, handsome, but then again, so was everyone else. Kibum was long past the phase where he gawked at the gorgeous people that surrounded him.
When Kibum heard that he was going to be one of them, he didn’t really care. Sure they already had enough, and the new boy was just going to make things more crowded. But he seemed like a nice enough kid (not that they’ve ever spoken).
When Kibum realized that he was actually a dongsaeng, he wasn’t really concerned. Kibum never really liked the cuteness that had to come with being the magnae, it just wasn’t him. Anyway, it would be nice to have someone call him hyung for once.
But Kibum didn’t expect the look on the His face when he saw the younger boy, didn’t register the stab in his own heart when he saw the dancer-how Kibum wanted to say his dancer- make space on his bed to share with their new magnae. Kibum didn’t want to dwell on the fact when the Chinese man started paying more and more attention to the younger boy, started caring more for him he did for Kibum. Kibum didn’t understand when the youngest didn’t act cute at all, but was just as quiet and mysterious as him.
Kibum didn’t like the way the boy didn’t seem to care about being popular but still was, didn’t like the way he fitted in so easily, didn’t like the way he slitted so casually in with the others and all anyone could talk about was how amazing the magnae could sing. Kibum didn’t like the way the younger boy could get away with sarcastic comments, didn’t like it that the others seem to no longer notice him (like he could just fade away and no one would notice), didn’t like that the boy could learn His language so fast and so perfectly, when Kibum himself could barely fumble out a greeting.
But what Kibum especially didn’t like wasn’t the way the younger boy had seemingly replaced him, but the fact that this young, fragile looking kid could have the courage to do what Kibum could not…to reach for His hand and to call the Chinese man, so intimately without even a 'hyung' attached.
Whenever he heard His name uttered in that rich, low voice, Kibum would just close his eyes, and block out images of those slender fingers entwined together, the way their long legs touched as they sat besides each other and that returning smile (the one Kibum dreams of being directed at him, just so he could return it with one of his own brilliant smiles), and whisper it too, so softly no one could hear but himself…
"Hangeng"