Joined: 28 Feb 2014
Its alright ^3^
Kim Kibum could no longer pay attention to the chirping of birds as they headed
south, nor his own breathing when an amusing grave voice caught his attention and had him
snapping his head back to face forward when the slow but audible sound of the water from
the pond was heard easily to his ears. He rested back again and when his hand retouched
the wood of the bench his heart fluttered and images of the bench were flooding in his
mind like a wave of ocean water, he could feel the wood against his fingers and it brought
an even more brighter smile to his face now that he could trace the shadows of each wood
splint with one glance, until it would return to a burning white color when he was no
longer allowed to see. He sighed a bit but kept to himself when he felt the other move a
bit in the moment, though he made no comment whatsoever.
"I.. I don't mind, go ahead," he said particularly to no one as he stared ahead and
lazily bent over with a bit of grace in his arched back when his hands gently caressed the
gravel underneath his fingertips, as if he were alone, and the images of rock and gray
hard matter were completely in his vision, which would only last a few moments before it
flushed away. And although he had been happy for that one moment, Key drew back a heavy
sigh as he rested once again with his back to the back of the bench and his view front,
even if he couldn't see anything.
Although Key didn't look over or barely moved an inch, he hoped the other could tell
he was talking to him when he finally spoke up after a moment of hesitation, wavering
voice as thin as air but a bit deep from his throat. "My name is Key. What is your name?"
The boy finally glanced over while wiping dirt off of his hands on his bright red skinny
jeans, matching his plaid top and white sneaks covered in bright colors. His hair was
slightly styled with small curls and crimps, though his hair remained s bright red orange
in the front where his bangs were, while his back hair was a dirty blond color. After
wiping the dirt from his hands he slowly turned his body seventy-five degrees and stuck
out his hand and biting his lip, though he was a bit embarrassed, considering he couldn't
see anything, and was probably sure his hand was out in the open and not pointing towards
the other. Luckily he was able to remember where the voce was and his hand was stuck out
perfectly well towards the other. At least now, the boy thought, he could see the mystery
male's appearance. He wasn't used to seeing people's faces, and the last time he saw
someone it was his bodyguard, and that was helping him across the street. Though, the man
taking care of him, his bodyguard Kris, was nowhere to be seen today, and part of Key
missed the presence of the kind man.
Key untangled his tongue from his bottom lip after gently wetting the glossed lip of
cherry balm while waiting patiently for the other's hand. At times like this, Key wished
he could see.