Red booth
Title: Red Booth
Summary: Kiseop sharing the telephone booth for shelter with the new boy from work he had never talked to before
Pairing: Eli / Kiseop
Rating: G
Red Booth
It’s raining cats and dogs outside and Kiseop was stuck in the red telephone booth, the pelting of raindrops became heavier with every passing minute.
He returned to glaring at his cell for not having reception before transferring those glares to the only other phone there with a neat ‘Out of order’ sign hanging like a mockery. Kiseop glanced at his watch. He was now officially late for his shift as the hand on the white face of his watch stroke a minute after three pm and looked out the window. It was scarcely visible and he contemplated to just run for it. He sighed slumping against the wall. If there was another thing he hated more than being late, it would be getting wet to his bones.
Kiseop was startled a second after when the sliding door banged open, the side of his face getting wet with the raging shower the little time it took for the intruder to rush in and slammed the door shut again. He wiped his face with a barely concealed scowl damping the handkerchief he dug from his back pocket. He had never been this annoyed.
“You’re late. Well that’s a first,” the intruder chuckled and Kiseop threw him a glare realizing later that it was that new boy from work when he drew his hoodie back, ruffling his black hair spattering Kiseop with cold water droplets.
“You’re late yourself,” he pointed out quietly wiping his face yet again, trying to recall the boy’s name who shrugged with a smile just standing there looking too comfortable in his dripping clothes.
“I’m Eli if that’s what you’re wondering,” he supplied helpfully as though he was a mind reader. Kiseop flushed a little red at getting caught bobbing his head in acknowledgement and opened his mouth to reply. “I know who you are hyung.”
Kiseop promptly shut his mouth and nodded again shifting uncomfortably in the less than spacious enclosure. Should he say something? He had never spoken to the boy before this. He looked out the window yet again willing the rain to let up but of course it only got heavier. He glanced at his watch. Kibum was probably having a fit right now.
“Is your phone -” Kiseop stared at Eli his voice chord deciding not to work, watching the boy stripping his hoodie and sleeveless off. Watching as though mesmerized by the simple action he did, drawn to the pale arms moisten by the rain, his muscles rippling as he wrung his sopping clothes. The boy looked up sensing his gaze and then came a sly smile that further raised his temperature. “Is your phone working?” he mumbled averting his eyes, the cracks on the mucky floor suddenly interesting.
“Did you want my number?” Eli teased. Kiseop started to protest but the words just didn’t come, his body pressing back against the wall as he stared wide eyed at the younger boy whom without him realizing had closed the distance.
Eli grinned wolfishly and Kiseop’s breath caught in his throat, feeling the boy’s hand snaking to the back of his jeans pulling his cell out and started fiddling with it. Kiseop blinked stupidly trying to get himself to breathe again and breathed he did, gasping into the mouth that was suddenly on his, brains failing to comprehend the kiss until Eli sucked lightly onto his lower lip before drawing away with a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth, amusement glinting in those eyes.
“You need to start talking to me more hyung,” Eli said sliding the booth’s door open and dashed out into the storm beckoning for him to follow. A smile crawled up unwittingly up his lips and he chuckled stepping into the rain that was somehow more refreshing than before.
End
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Summary: Kiseop sharing the telephone booth for shelter with the new boy from work he had never talked to before
Pairing: Eli / Kiseop
Rating: G
Red Booth
It’s raining cats and dogs outside and Kiseop was stuck in the red telephone booth, the pelting of raindrops became heavier with every passing minute.
He returned to glaring at his cell for not having reception before transferring those glares to the only other phone there with a neat ‘Out of order’ sign hanging like a mockery. Kiseop glanced at his watch. He was now officially late for his shift as the hand on the white face of his watch stroke a minute after three pm and looked out the window. It was scarcely visible and he contemplated to just run for it. He sighed slumping against the wall. If there was another thing he hated more than being late, it would be getting wet to his bones.
Kiseop was startled a second after when the sliding door banged open, the side of his face getting wet with the raging shower the little time it took for the intruder to rush in and slammed the door shut again. He wiped his face with a barely concealed scowl damping the handkerchief he dug from his back pocket. He had never been this annoyed.
“You’re late. Well that’s a first,” the intruder chuckled and Kiseop threw him a glare realizing later that it was that new boy from work when he drew his hoodie back, ruffling his black hair spattering Kiseop with cold water droplets.
“You’re late yourself,” he pointed out quietly wiping his face yet again, trying to recall the boy’s name who shrugged with a smile just standing there looking too comfortable in his dripping clothes.
“I’m Eli if that’s what you’re wondering,” he supplied helpfully as though he was a mind reader. Kiseop flushed a little red at getting caught bobbing his head in acknowledgement and opened his mouth to reply. “I know who you are hyung.”
Kiseop promptly shut his mouth and nodded again shifting uncomfortably in the less than spacious enclosure. Should he say something? He had never spoken to the boy before this. He looked out the window yet again willing the rain to let up but of course it only got heavier. He glanced at his watch. Kibum was probably having a fit right now.
“Is your phone -” Kiseop stared at Eli his voice chord deciding not to work, watching the boy stripping his hoodie and sleeveless off. Watching as though mesmerized by the simple action he did, drawn to the pale arms moisten by the rain, his muscles rippling as he wrung his sopping clothes. The boy looked up sensing his gaze and then came a sly smile that further raised his temperature. “Is your phone working?” he mumbled averting his eyes, the cracks on the mucky floor suddenly interesting.
“Did you want my number?” Eli teased. Kiseop started to protest but the words just didn’t come, his body pressing back against the wall as he stared wide eyed at the younger boy whom without him realizing had closed the distance.
Eli grinned wolfishly and Kiseop’s breath caught in his throat, feeling the boy’s hand snaking to the back of his jeans pulling his cell out and started fiddling with it. Kiseop blinked stupidly trying to get himself to breathe again and breathed he did, gasping into the mouth that was suddenly on his, brains failing to comprehend the kiss until Eli sucked lightly onto his lower lip before drawing away with a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth, amusement glinting in those eyes.
“You need to start talking to me more hyung,” Eli said sliding the booth’s door open and dashed out into the storm beckoning for him to follow. A smile crawled up unwittingly up his lips and he chuckled stepping into the rain that was somehow more refreshing than before.
End
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