The Bore Part 2
Title: The Bore
Rating: I have no idea...not suitable for children of small ages? Teen? (Maybe)Will go up?
Summary: You know that guy who sits in class and actually listens? That guy who sits at lunch and actually eats? That guy who rarely talks to anyone and is basically a social outcast? Yeah, that's Kibum, and he bugs Shindong to no end because of this.
Pairing: Shinbum, Kangteuk, SiChul, Jaeho(though, dominance-wise, it's YunJae), KRY threesome+fickle!Sungmin.
Warnings: High school AU and the author has let her imagination run free on this story, so beware.
A/N: Let's see...I wanna get three more votes in
suju_ratingso I can get stamped...I'm currently in love with the remake of Haengbok...I love BoA because she's really fun to write in this story and she really does call Heechul 'unni'...I kinda want a beta reader but don't know if anyone wants the job...and that's pretty much my life in a nutshell. Enjoy.
Part 1 Part 2
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“Why,” BoA whined while staring at the clock on the wall, “Are we here?”
Shindong waved his hand at her. She sure liked to whine about being practically kidnapped after seventh period and dragged by force to an undisclosed location for some reason. “Oh, just be quiet and stand there.”
Sticking her tongue out at him, she sat down in a plastic rolling chair in rebellion to his order and tapped on the table. “Why are we here in the computer lab after school’s over? Let’s go do something fun! Like going to a movie or a fast food restaurant with our friends or something that’s not completely stalker-ish and bizarre!”
Shindong personally thought this was fun, or, at least, necessary, so he really didn’t understand her mindset. “BoA, this is not stalker-ish or bizarre,” He reprimanded, “So just be a good lookout and tell me if anyone’s coming.”
She huffed, “But this makes no sense. You should know by now that I’m a horrible lookout and that you still can’t hack into computers no matter how many spy shows and movies you’ve watched.” She put her elbows on the table and wrinkled up her nose, “And anyway, yeah, trying to go into school records to find out information about somebody you barely know is basically the definition of you stalking this Kibum guy.”
“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” Shindong argued as he tried to figure out how to change the Internet Explorer’s homepage and repeatedly pressed the space bar in attempt to look like he knew what he was doing just for sheer principle of not making a fool out of himself in front of BoA or at least not proving her right, he’d actually do something purposeful in a minute, really, he would, “I can too hack into computers. And it’s not me stalking a guy. It’s us stalking a guy. You’ve become an accomplice.”
BoA sighed and pushed off the wall with her feet, rolling the chair across the room then back again. “So let me get this straight, we’re…stalking…a guy together?”
“…No…” Shindong frowned and decided that that actually did sound bizarre and totally wrong and therefore was no longer being a stalker with a stalker accomplice, “We’re not stalking. Just being a little obsessive until we figure out who he is and where he’s from.”
BoA just gave him a look before shaking her head. “Okay, fine. But I refuse to do any ‘selective walking’ with you in the future, got it?” And, Shindong thought, he could respect that wish, because he refused to do any selective walking in the future as well. Maybe he’d call it ninja-ing, because, unlike the term selective walking, it didn’t sound like a bad excuse for stalking someone. Instead, it sounded farfetched and cool. And he liked cool. Everyone liked cool.
“Who’s selective walking? Why, where, and when?”
Shindong jumped in his seat and threw himself over the computer monitor, turning his head to glare at BoA, who had jumped herself with a small squeak, and then looked up to see who had walked in. “I thought I told you to be a lookout!” He chided BoA, “Now Heechul is going to be in on this!”
“And I told you I can’t be lookout!” She pouted back, “It’s not my fault you don’t ever want to listen to me!”
I have selective hearing, Shindong wanted to say as an excuse, but then he realized that she had used the word selective about five seconds prior to this moment and probably would accuse him of copying off of her if he said it. So he settled for sitting back down in his seat and ignoring the other two. Maybe if he didn’t look at them, they wouldn't be able to see him. Shindong still hoped this logic would work, even though it had been proven that it wouldn’t in kindergarten; he was a strong believer in trying things over again to see if they would work maybe the fiftieth time you did it.
But Heechul was put off by being ignored, not magically unable to see Shindong, so he sat down in a chair and rolled it next to BoA’s seat. “What’s going on that I’m not supposed to be in?” He asked her, grinning mischievously. Oh dammit, Shindong thought, shaking an angry fist under the table, it still doesn’t work.
“Oh,” BoA scoffed in return, “Shindong is just planning on stalking a boy. That new one, you know.”
Heechul blinked and just looked blankly at her when she stared at him expectantly, probably thinking that Heechul knew who she was talking about. He didn’t, and Shindong didn’t know why BoA would think he would. If Shindong hadn’t noticed him till a few hours ago, Heechul definitely didn’t notice him and probably never would unless the kid did something drastic like commit suicide right in front of him or spit on his face or something. “…There’s a new kid?” Heechul asked after a minute when her stare didn’t let up.
BoA crossed her arms, “Well, not really. He apparently has been here for a month, according to Teukie, so I guess he’s no longer new. No one’s noticed him and he seems boring but Shindong has a crush on him or something like that and wants to stalk him and make me be involved with it, so save me unni!” Shindong wasn’t sure, but he thought that the computer screen had frozen and also that Heechul was smirking. Well, actually, he was quite sure that Heechul was smirking.
“It’s not a crush! The guy is just…weird, that’s all.” He felt inclined to inform his friends of this, because it wasn’t a crush and the guy was weird. There was a chuckle and a mocking, “Oh really?” In response.
Yep, Shindong was quite sure Heechul was smirking and he probably now was under some strange impression that Shindong was in love with a boring enigma of a person who was completely unaffected by his charm and was someone he knew nothing about. And that was absolutely absurd and Shindong just wanted to figure out who this kid was and if anything he was just interested in the guy, not crushing on him. Completely different concepts and feelings, Shindong thought. “Yes really.” He insisted, “And BoA, I’m threatening to take away your rank if you tell Heechul anything else.”
BoA threw her hands up in the air and spun around full circle in her chair, “Take away my rank, then. Besides, I think that you would actually need unni in your league, because he’s much better at stalking and sneaking than you are.”
“This is true.” Heechul said with a slight air of arrogance, but then what was new? “Because stealthy you are so not.”
Shindong didn’t have much in his arsenal of comebacks at the moment because the stupid computer would not just let him peek into the confidential records without hassle and wanted to freeze and then restart itself at this moment in time, so he ended up saying, “Oh, shut up.”
The other two laughed at his lameness and Shindong deemed them both feminine idiots in his mind, despite the fact that BoA was a girl and Heechul prided himself on the fact that he was prettier than quite a few girls so it was really only half an insult towards both of them. He was saved from having to further converse with them when a slightly hesitant voice floated in the room, “Heechul?”
Heechul’s face brightened in a way only a few people and getting his way and others being in pain could make it brighten and turned around, “Siwon, you sure took your dear sweet time in finishing up, you bastard.”
BoA hit Heechul playfully, “Unni, don’t say that with a smile on your face like it’s an acceptable way to say hello.” Heechul hit her back, twice as hard, while giggling out in a fake falsetto, “Don’t make unni pummel you in front of her boyfriend for that.” Siwon rolled his eyes and Shindong shook his head.
“Hey Siwon.” Shindong greeted, thinking that only a true friend would be normal in the face of the oddity that was BoA and Heechul in the same room together. “Hi.” He responded, “What are you doing?” Siwon asked, earning himself and thump on the head from Heechul. “You don’t acknowledge others before your girlfriend!”
“But you’re a boy.” Siwon informed him patiently, only getting hit again. “Be quiet when elders are speaking!”
“I’m trying to hack into the computer. But the computer is being stupid.” Shindong informed him, ignoring Heechul’s violent behavior. “Why do you need to hack into the computer?” Siwon asked, also ignoring Heechul’s violent behavior, regardless of the fact that he was the target of said violent behavior.
“I’m trying to find out about somebody and need to get into the school records. But this is a whole lot easier to do on television.” Shindong bobbed his head sagely while saying this, because TV was a magical thing and he guessed that he shouldn’t have expected to be able to master such skills by simply watching it.
“Who-?” Siwon tried to ask, but was interrupted by a particularly hard smack in the face from Heechul. “How dare you try to have a normal conversation while I’m blatantly flirting with you by way of violence!” He screeched, hands on his hips, “Come on BoA, unni would rather have you walk her home than be with this ingrate.” The girl clapped her hands happily and grabbed her bag, linking arms with Heechul, “Okay. Let’s stop on the way for ice cream or something.” The two walked out, arm in arm, leaving the two more masculine members of the group in the computer lab.
For several moments after they made their exit, Siwon simply looked from the door, to Shindong, to the door again as he heard Heechul’s laughter echo down the hallway, not saying anything. He was obviously torn between the choices of being ignored and jilted by Heechul or helping a friend out. Shindong decided that he personally would rather Siwon just go make up with Heechul, seeing as he didn’t want Siwon and Heechul to not be talking to each other because Heechul tended to get crankier and more violent when that happened.
So he gave Siwon a wave goodbye while telling him, “Kim Kibum. If you find anything out, tell me.” Siwon nodded and rushed out the room and Shindong realized at this moment that Siwon was whipped. Badly.
- - -
Shindong was making instant ramen in the microwave, flipping through the channels on the kitchen television when he remembered that holy things such as phonebooks existed.
Then he wondered if someone who had moved into the neighborhood a month ago would be listed in the phonebook. Then he wondered after that if the address and number would be listed under a high school teenager’s name. Then he wondered if he should maybe just get the yellow pages from the kitchen cabinet and check instead of sitting here and speculating, because pessimism had never been his thing. So he did go and get the phone book and, after a minute of flipping and about five minutes of searching, (why did there have to be so many freaking Kims, really) he actually found a bolded Kim, Kibum with an address and phone number neatly printed beside it.
Pleased with himself, Shindong wrote it down on a napkin, stuffed it in his jacket pocket, and retrieved his ramen from the microwave. He thought he was pretty good at this stalking stuff, so Heechul and BoA actually didn’t know what the hell they were talking about.
- - -
The grass was wet and cool with morning dew, birds were chirping, the sun was out and shining, and Shindong realized that he might have been a little out of his mind as he snuck around the back of the house.
Shrugging the thought off, he pulled the napkin out of his jacket pocket and checked it, making sure it was the right house. Affirming that it was, indeed, the right house that a Kim Kibum should be living in according to the phone book, he put it back in the pocket and took off his backpack, leaning it against the house wall.
Looking for a window, he sighed to himself, hoping that this was the Kim Kibum’s house, not just a Kim Kibum’s house. Not every guy would be determined enough to wake up two hours before school to go to a boy’s house and investigate, so this was good exercise for his work ethic. At least, this was Shindong’s excuse in case anyone he happened to know saw him peering into a small little window while standing on a trashcan. Maybe I should have looked at the whole page and made sure that there was only one Kim Kibum on it, Shindong thought to himself suddenly. Oh well, he figured it was too late for that now anyway.
The inside of the house looked pretty normal, if not slightly unclean. There was a couch and a television and magazines and newspapers sprawled out all over the floor, along with the occasional dirty bowl or plate or cup or pair of pants. Messy family, Shindong thought, observing that there was quite a bit of dirty laundry scattered in what appeared to be the living room. Nodding to himself, he only looked for a little longer, not seeing much else in the room.
Hopping off the trashcan, which actually fell over and clanged loudly in the process, (but no one came running to see what the noise was, so Shindong figured it wasn’t really that loud) he then crept to the side of the house. There was another window, and this one was low enough for him to see into while standing on his tiptoes. There were blinds in this window but, luckily for him, they were open.
Upon first glance, Shindong noticed more clothes on the floor and a rug and a mirror and a toilet and a see through glass shower with a naked Kibum in it, taking a shower. Completely normal.
…Wait.
Blinking, the first thing he noticed was that Kibum was actually not that all bad looking. In fact, Shindong actually would go as far as to say that he was handsome, what with him having pretty dark hair and a fair complexion, not to mention he kind of looked more like a model rather than a geek with no glasses on and wet and posing like he was. Shindong was almost mesmerized by how Kibum was actually a little muscular under his school uniform, abs actually visible from the window. They were rippling and shimmering under the spray of the shower head and Kibum himself was shiny with the droplets of water hitting his smooth soft looking skin…
…And also his eyes were open and he was staring directly at the window, or, more importantly, directly at Shindong.
This last fact took a few seconds for Shindong to comprehend and then it took a few more seconds for him to realize that he should probably take action. Finally, after this thought finished computing in his mind, a delayed action was performed.
Eyes widening, Shindong ducked and scurried around the back of the house again, grabbing his backpack. As he ran through the backyards of several houses before cutting onto the main street and onto the sidewalk, still running, he hoped that Kibum hadn’t gotten a clear look at his face. Because, maybe, if Kibum couldn’t identify who he was, Shindong would be able to pretend that little ordeal never happened and pretend that he actually hadn’t been acting totally creepy by going to someone’s house early in the morning to spy on them.
Well, here was to hoping, then.
Rating: I have no idea...not suitable for children of small ages? Teen? (Maybe)Will go up?
Summary: You know that guy who sits in class and actually listens? That guy who sits at lunch and actually eats? That guy who rarely talks to anyone and is basically a social outcast? Yeah, that's Kibum, and he bugs Shindong to no end because of this.
Pairing: Shinbum, Kangteuk, SiChul, Jaeho(though, dominance-wise, it's YunJae), KRY threesome+fickle!Sungmin.
Warnings: High school AU and the author has let her imagination run free on this story, so beware.
A/N: Let's see...I wanna get three more votes in
suju_ratingso I can get stamped...I'm currently in love with the remake of Haengbok...I love BoA because she's really fun to write in this story and she really does call Heechul 'unni'...I kinda want a beta reader but don't know if anyone wants the job...and that's pretty much my life in a nutshell. Enjoy.
Part 1 Part 2
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“Why,” BoA whined while staring at the clock on the wall, “Are we here?”
Shindong waved his hand at her. She sure liked to whine about being practically kidnapped after seventh period and dragged by force to an undisclosed location for some reason. “Oh, just be quiet and stand there.”
Sticking her tongue out at him, she sat down in a plastic rolling chair in rebellion to his order and tapped on the table. “Why are we here in the computer lab after school’s over? Let’s go do something fun! Like going to a movie or a fast food restaurant with our friends or something that’s not completely stalker-ish and bizarre!”
Shindong personally thought this was fun, or, at least, necessary, so he really didn’t understand her mindset. “BoA, this is not stalker-ish or bizarre,” He reprimanded, “So just be a good lookout and tell me if anyone’s coming.”
She huffed, “But this makes no sense. You should know by now that I’m a horrible lookout and that you still can’t hack into computers no matter how many spy shows and movies you’ve watched.” She put her elbows on the table and wrinkled up her nose, “And anyway, yeah, trying to go into school records to find out information about somebody you barely know is basically the definition of you stalking this Kibum guy.”
“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” Shindong argued as he tried to figure out how to change the Internet Explorer’s homepage and repeatedly pressed the space bar in attempt to look like he knew what he was doing just for sheer principle of not making a fool out of himself in front of BoA or at least not proving her right, he’d actually do something purposeful in a minute, really, he would, “I can too hack into computers. And it’s not me stalking a guy. It’s us stalking a guy. You’ve become an accomplice.”
BoA sighed and pushed off the wall with her feet, rolling the chair across the room then back again. “So let me get this straight, we’re…stalking…a guy together?”
“…No…” Shindong frowned and decided that that actually did sound bizarre and totally wrong and therefore was no longer being a stalker with a stalker accomplice, “We’re not stalking. Just being a little obsessive until we figure out who he is and where he’s from.”
BoA just gave him a look before shaking her head. “Okay, fine. But I refuse to do any ‘selective walking’ with you in the future, got it?” And, Shindong thought, he could respect that wish, because he refused to do any selective walking in the future as well. Maybe he’d call it ninja-ing, because, unlike the term selective walking, it didn’t sound like a bad excuse for stalking someone. Instead, it sounded farfetched and cool. And he liked cool. Everyone liked cool.
“Who’s selective walking? Why, where, and when?”
Shindong jumped in his seat and threw himself over the computer monitor, turning his head to glare at BoA, who had jumped herself with a small squeak, and then looked up to see who had walked in. “I thought I told you to be a lookout!” He chided BoA, “Now Heechul is going to be in on this!”
“And I told you I can’t be lookout!” She pouted back, “It’s not my fault you don’t ever want to listen to me!”
I have selective hearing, Shindong wanted to say as an excuse, but then he realized that she had used the word selective about five seconds prior to this moment and probably would accuse him of copying off of her if he said it. So he settled for sitting back down in his seat and ignoring the other two. Maybe if he didn’t look at them, they wouldn't be able to see him. Shindong still hoped this logic would work, even though it had been proven that it wouldn’t in kindergarten; he was a strong believer in trying things over again to see if they would work maybe the fiftieth time you did it.
But Heechul was put off by being ignored, not magically unable to see Shindong, so he sat down in a chair and rolled it next to BoA’s seat. “What’s going on that I’m not supposed to be in?” He asked her, grinning mischievously. Oh dammit, Shindong thought, shaking an angry fist under the table, it still doesn’t work.
“Oh,” BoA scoffed in return, “Shindong is just planning on stalking a boy. That new one, you know.”
Heechul blinked and just looked blankly at her when she stared at him expectantly, probably thinking that Heechul knew who she was talking about. He didn’t, and Shindong didn’t know why BoA would think he would. If Shindong hadn’t noticed him till a few hours ago, Heechul definitely didn’t notice him and probably never would unless the kid did something drastic like commit suicide right in front of him or spit on his face or something. “…There’s a new kid?” Heechul asked after a minute when her stare didn’t let up.
BoA crossed her arms, “Well, not really. He apparently has been here for a month, according to Teukie, so I guess he’s no longer new. No one’s noticed him and he seems boring but Shindong has a crush on him or something like that and wants to stalk him and make me be involved with it, so save me unni!” Shindong wasn’t sure, but he thought that the computer screen had frozen and also that Heechul was smirking. Well, actually, he was quite sure that Heechul was smirking.
“It’s not a crush! The guy is just…weird, that’s all.” He felt inclined to inform his friends of this, because it wasn’t a crush and the guy was weird. There was a chuckle and a mocking, “Oh really?” In response.
Yep, Shindong was quite sure Heechul was smirking and he probably now was under some strange impression that Shindong was in love with a boring enigma of a person who was completely unaffected by his charm and was someone he knew nothing about. And that was absolutely absurd and Shindong just wanted to figure out who this kid was and if anything he was just interested in the guy, not crushing on him. Completely different concepts and feelings, Shindong thought. “Yes really.” He insisted, “And BoA, I’m threatening to take away your rank if you tell Heechul anything else.”
BoA threw her hands up in the air and spun around full circle in her chair, “Take away my rank, then. Besides, I think that you would actually need unni in your league, because he’s much better at stalking and sneaking than you are.”
“This is true.” Heechul said with a slight air of arrogance, but then what was new? “Because stealthy you are so not.”
Shindong didn’t have much in his arsenal of comebacks at the moment because the stupid computer would not just let him peek into the confidential records without hassle and wanted to freeze and then restart itself at this moment in time, so he ended up saying, “Oh, shut up.”
The other two laughed at his lameness and Shindong deemed them both feminine idiots in his mind, despite the fact that BoA was a girl and Heechul prided himself on the fact that he was prettier than quite a few girls so it was really only half an insult towards both of them. He was saved from having to further converse with them when a slightly hesitant voice floated in the room, “Heechul?”
Heechul’s face brightened in a way only a few people and getting his way and others being in pain could make it brighten and turned around, “Siwon, you sure took your dear sweet time in finishing up, you bastard.”
BoA hit Heechul playfully, “Unni, don’t say that with a smile on your face like it’s an acceptable way to say hello.” Heechul hit her back, twice as hard, while giggling out in a fake falsetto, “Don’t make unni pummel you in front of her boyfriend for that.” Siwon rolled his eyes and Shindong shook his head.
“Hey Siwon.” Shindong greeted, thinking that only a true friend would be normal in the face of the oddity that was BoA and Heechul in the same room together. “Hi.” He responded, “What are you doing?” Siwon asked, earning himself and thump on the head from Heechul. “You don’t acknowledge others before your girlfriend!”
“But you’re a boy.” Siwon informed him patiently, only getting hit again. “Be quiet when elders are speaking!”
“I’m trying to hack into the computer. But the computer is being stupid.” Shindong informed him, ignoring Heechul’s violent behavior. “Why do you need to hack into the computer?” Siwon asked, also ignoring Heechul’s violent behavior, regardless of the fact that he was the target of said violent behavior.
“I’m trying to find out about somebody and need to get into the school records. But this is a whole lot easier to do on television.” Shindong bobbed his head sagely while saying this, because TV was a magical thing and he guessed that he shouldn’t have expected to be able to master such skills by simply watching it.
“Who-?” Siwon tried to ask, but was interrupted by a particularly hard smack in the face from Heechul. “How dare you try to have a normal conversation while I’m blatantly flirting with you by way of violence!” He screeched, hands on his hips, “Come on BoA, unni would rather have you walk her home than be with this ingrate.” The girl clapped her hands happily and grabbed her bag, linking arms with Heechul, “Okay. Let’s stop on the way for ice cream or something.” The two walked out, arm in arm, leaving the two more masculine members of the group in the computer lab.
For several moments after they made their exit, Siwon simply looked from the door, to Shindong, to the door again as he heard Heechul’s laughter echo down the hallway, not saying anything. He was obviously torn between the choices of being ignored and jilted by Heechul or helping a friend out. Shindong decided that he personally would rather Siwon just go make up with Heechul, seeing as he didn’t want Siwon and Heechul to not be talking to each other because Heechul tended to get crankier and more violent when that happened.
So he gave Siwon a wave goodbye while telling him, “Kim Kibum. If you find anything out, tell me.” Siwon nodded and rushed out the room and Shindong realized at this moment that Siwon was whipped. Badly.
- - -
Shindong was making instant ramen in the microwave, flipping through the channels on the kitchen television when he remembered that holy things such as phonebooks existed.
Then he wondered if someone who had moved into the neighborhood a month ago would be listed in the phonebook. Then he wondered after that if the address and number would be listed under a high school teenager’s name. Then he wondered if he should maybe just get the yellow pages from the kitchen cabinet and check instead of sitting here and speculating, because pessimism had never been his thing. So he did go and get the phone book and, after a minute of flipping and about five minutes of searching, (why did there have to be so many freaking Kims, really) he actually found a bolded Kim, Kibum with an address and phone number neatly printed beside it.
Pleased with himself, Shindong wrote it down on a napkin, stuffed it in his jacket pocket, and retrieved his ramen from the microwave. He thought he was pretty good at this stalking stuff, so Heechul and BoA actually didn’t know what the hell they were talking about.
- - -
The grass was wet and cool with morning dew, birds were chirping, the sun was out and shining, and Shindong realized that he might have been a little out of his mind as he snuck around the back of the house.
Shrugging the thought off, he pulled the napkin out of his jacket pocket and checked it, making sure it was the right house. Affirming that it was, indeed, the right house that a Kim Kibum should be living in according to the phone book, he put it back in the pocket and took off his backpack, leaning it against the house wall.
Looking for a window, he sighed to himself, hoping that this was the Kim Kibum’s house, not just a Kim Kibum’s house. Not every guy would be determined enough to wake up two hours before school to go to a boy’s house and investigate, so this was good exercise for his work ethic. At least, this was Shindong’s excuse in case anyone he happened to know saw him peering into a small little window while standing on a trashcan. Maybe I should have looked at the whole page and made sure that there was only one Kim Kibum on it, Shindong thought to himself suddenly. Oh well, he figured it was too late for that now anyway.
The inside of the house looked pretty normal, if not slightly unclean. There was a couch and a television and magazines and newspapers sprawled out all over the floor, along with the occasional dirty bowl or plate or cup or pair of pants. Messy family, Shindong thought, observing that there was quite a bit of dirty laundry scattered in what appeared to be the living room. Nodding to himself, he only looked for a little longer, not seeing much else in the room.
Hopping off the trashcan, which actually fell over and clanged loudly in the process, (but no one came running to see what the noise was, so Shindong figured it wasn’t really that loud) he then crept to the side of the house. There was another window, and this one was low enough for him to see into while standing on his tiptoes. There were blinds in this window but, luckily for him, they were open.
Upon first glance, Shindong noticed more clothes on the floor and a rug and a mirror and a toilet and a see through glass shower with a naked Kibum in it, taking a shower. Completely normal.
…Wait.
Blinking, the first thing he noticed was that Kibum was actually not that all bad looking. In fact, Shindong actually would go as far as to say that he was handsome, what with him having pretty dark hair and a fair complexion, not to mention he kind of looked more like a model rather than a geek with no glasses on and wet and posing like he was. Shindong was almost mesmerized by how Kibum was actually a little muscular under his school uniform, abs actually visible from the window. They were rippling and shimmering under the spray of the shower head and Kibum himself was shiny with the droplets of water hitting his smooth soft looking skin…
…And also his eyes were open and he was staring directly at the window, or, more importantly, directly at Shindong.
This last fact took a few seconds for Shindong to comprehend and then it took a few more seconds for him to realize that he should probably take action. Finally, after this thought finished computing in his mind, a delayed action was performed.
Eyes widening, Shindong ducked and scurried around the back of the house again, grabbing his backpack. As he ran through the backyards of several houses before cutting onto the main street and onto the sidewalk, still running, he hoped that Kibum hadn’t gotten a clear look at his face. Because, maybe, if Kibum couldn’t identify who he was, Shindong would be able to pretend that little ordeal never happened and pretend that he actually hadn’t been acting totally creepy by going to someone’s house early in the morning to spy on them.
Well, here was to hoping, then.