"Not one single word, not one, out of your lips was true..?"

His soft pink like lips pursed in thought, his hands moved slowly along his shoulders. The way his eyes were focused was exciting. 

His feet moved back, taking slow steps back, slowly but careful. He couldn't make a wrong move, he shouldn't. 

His measuring tape left the men shoulders, now placed around his neck, he took a seat, crossing his legs he rested his head back in exhaustion. The male standing up gave him a look, looking at his own shoulders in the mirror he turned around and asked, "Is it that bad?" 

"No, I mean, your shoulders are a little broader than the usual but I can work with it, it will just take a bit of time," Kibum answered taking a stand, "I'll have them ready for the date." 

The taller male nodded and smiled in gratitude. Stepping down from the stand he took the stylist's hands and bowed, "Thank you, so much."

"It's my job," Kibum answered with a small laugh, "Still, with all this family thing, I thought you would refuse," Kibums smile faded, "Work is work," he answered pulling his hand away. 

Looking back one last time, he fled.

"Alright then, thank you," Nodding one last time he looked over his shoulders and waved at the shorter male who had been watching them, "Goodbye Jonghyun, I'll see you around," the latter nodded and stood up abruptly, "Yes, sure, be safe on your way back Minho."

The latter smiled and waved one last time before leaving through the glassed doors. Kibum sighed and threw himself on the same chair he had sat down e