- the kitchen

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@Chen The only thing Luhan could really notice about the boy who was standing so close to him, was that he really loved himself. Maybe too much? But the little deer tried understanding his point of view, since he could admit that Jongdae was pretty good looking. He didn't tell him though, no, he would never say something like that to a complete stranger. Even though he looked nice, he knew nothing about him and he should definitely not let himself fall in whatever the other male was trying to do.

A sigh of relief left the pale haired boy's mouth as he heard the words coming out from in between Chen's lips. So was it really okay to stay around him, and feel secure? The older lowered his eyesight and stared at the ground, trying to think about what he had just asked himself. Should he leave no matter what, get back to his room to curl up in a ball and cry about how awful his life had become? He didn't move though, he thought about it, but something inside of him made him stay. Having someone he could maybe take as his friend made him feel better somehow. Knowing that he wouldn't be all alone in this house, it kind of made his heart feel at ease. He stared back up at the handsome boy and blinked a few times, seeing him coming closer, once again.

His wrist was now stuck in Jongdae's grip as the boy was stroking his milky white skin. Luhan looked at the stranger's hand, wondering what he was meaning with these words. ''Other ways to make it up to you?'' he asked back with a barely loud enough voice. ''T- To make up for what exactly?'' he didn't seem to understand what was happening, his child-like innocence was coming out a lot more than usually. He glanced up at the male that was now so close to him, and blinked his big eyes, waiting for an answer. Why was he holding him back? Why was he always smiling at him, as if he liked what he was seeing? Luhan didn't really understand what was going on. After all, they didn't know each other, at all.

@Luhan Luhan.

He'd better remember that name.

Jongdae feels his grin expand at the soft voice that accompanied the equally soft face, humming a tune to himself as he straightens his back and assesses the boy. "Bite you," he repeats, adding a slight tilt to his voice, a slight edge to his grin. "Not all bites are the bad ones, you know," he continues, following suit when the boy heads out, leaning his body against the door frame when he stops. "I can bite you in the good way, if you ask me to," he sings out, chest inflating with mirth at the thought, and he decides that if he continued on, the boy probably wouldn't be able to resist his charms any longer--it's so hard being too charming.

He quirks a brow at the question, an incredulous look taking over his face. "And why would I do that?" he questions, head tilted to the side at the look on Luhan's face. "I mean--sure, my looks may be dashing enough to kill, but to actually physically do it myself to a person is a bit much, don't you think?" And then he suddenly feels insulted, gesturing wildly to his face in a circular manner. "Look at this face," he says. "Look at this handsome, perfect face," he repeats for emphasis, eyes growing wide at the ridiculousness of it all. "Does this look like the face of a killer to you? I don't think so!"

He is the perfect manifestation of perfection. He doesn't have time to go around killing people. Jongdae huffs and crosses his arms, eyeing the boy judgingly. "You better apologize, boy. Don't you think it's rude to just around and ask people why they aren't killing you?" Given their whole situation with the crazies running around outside, it's not ridiculous, but the fact that this child had the nerve to ask him--/the/ Kim Jongdae--if her was one of them, just takes the cake. How clueless and idiotic could this fool be?

Jongdae suddenly grins and leans forward, fingers wrapped around the crook of the male's arm. "Although, I can think of other ways you can make it up to me, if you don't want to use words." He a thumb over the skin, eyeing him meaningfully.

@Chen Breaking the silence that was suddenly becoming embarassing, Luhan gulped, a bit too loudly and blushed lightly afterwards. Finally, he managed to avoid the other male's gaze. The sudden feeling of becoming really shy, overflowing him. The boy that was a few feet away from him was definitely good looking, which made things even harder not to look at him. The innocent boy stared at the ground, playing with his fingers, nervously before he could notice the stranger coming closer, from the corner of his eyes. Why was he moving? Why was he walking towards him with a grin glued on his face? The pale haired boy had no idea, yet, he couldn't help but lift his head up and look right through his eyes as he was now standing so close. Jongdae. That was his name. Kim Jongdae. Hearing his voice sent chills all over Luhan's fragile body. He was still standing there, unable to take a step back, or a step further. He was completely losing himself in the other's gaze. ''B- Bite me?'' he suddenly spat out, proving that he wasn't actually mute. His cheeks turned to a faint tint of red as soon as he closed his mouth, wondering why he had decided to repeat this part of the other boy's sentence. ''Luhan.'' he briefly answered after a few seconds of not speaking anymore. He lowered his eyesight, feeling as if he had looked at Jongdae for long enough.

Slowly backing away, Luhan walked towards the table to take his bowl of cereals in his hands. Still avoiding the handsome boy's gaze, he walked past him but stopped before leaving the kitchen. ''W- Why aren't you trying to kill me?'' he asked with his pure, innocent voice. He almost sounded like an angel, no one would actually want to kill him if he ever ended up talking in front of them. He was too precious for them to even hurt him. People would probably fall in love with his child-like face instead of punching him. They would regret it if they marked his face, his soft and white skin. He had no flaws, not even one. Even though he was probably older than the man that was facing his back, he still looked like if he was the youngest out of the two. People never believed him when he told them his age. Maybe it was a good thing? But Luhan still hoped that one day, he'd start looking like a real man.

@Luhan Perfect.

Jongdae grins at his reflection, at his carefully pressed shirt, at his neat tie, at his carefully mussed hair. He adjusts his collar, humming a tune under his breath as he marvels at the way he looks in a suit. It's a shame that the mock job interview with his lecturer went to , since he specially ordered a tailor-made suit specifically for it, but he supposes it doesn't matter now. His lecturer turned out to be one of the crazies, and Jongdae had to make a dash out of the office instead. But still, it takes a miracle for his suit to remain creaseless even after all the running he did (he was almost throwing up with the need to catch his breath, but even his flaws are perfection). He even found time to bring in some clothes from his house. Perfect time management.

He has to share a house with eleven other boys, but he supposes he can't choose now to be picky. Those bastards are lucky to even be breathing the same air as he is. In fact, they should be worshipping the ground he walks on. But no matter. Perfection needs time to get used to, so he forgives them for ignoring him. Jongdae sighs in satisfaction and stretches, deciding now would be as good time as any to change out of his suit--regardless of how dashing he looks in it. He eyes the interior of the comparably small house in slight distaste, but at least he has his own room. He shrugs to himself and starts walking, only to be stopped by a small growl emitted by his stomach.

Well.

Even perfections need food.

Jongdae sighs and changes directions, heading towards the kitchen. He briefly wonders if there are any food that could possibly fill him up when--

He blinks.

Beautiful.

Jongdae's breath hitches, and his eyes widen. His heart starts to pick up its pace, hammering violently against his ribcage, and his blood rushes deafeningly to his head, and everything else zooms out of his focus as his eyes shoot straight to the boy in front of him. It's ridiculous--nobody should be that good looking, aside from himself. Nobody should be able to exceed him in beauty either, because Kim Jongdae is perfect in every aspect. But this boy--this wide-eyed, beautiful young man, seems to do it effortlessly. How can he even /exist/? Jongdae places a hand on his stomach to quell the fluttering, and he grits his teeth.

You must have him.

And so, sensing the obvious distress in the boy's every action, Jongdae lets his hand drop and tilts his head, giving the other an easy grin. "Hey there, lovely," he hums out, taking a step closer. "I'm Kim Jongdae, pleasure to meet you." He stops a breath's away from the boy, grin still in place. "Don't worry, I don't bite unless you're into that. All of us are in the same boat." He leans in close. "Mind telling me your name?" he breathes out, perfectly sure that any moment now, the boy would definitely roll over and give in, because who the hell can resist perfection?

@Chen Even if he was now stuck in this unknown place, Luhan was able to find some food in the kitchen. Surprisingly, there was a lot and it was all good. He sighed in relief, hoping that everything would go back to normal, even though he barely remembered what a normal life looked like. He couldn't think of anything about his past life. Everything had just disappeared from his head. He was lost with blank thoughts and it was something he hated. The fact that he was placed in a house in the middle of nowhere without any warnings or anything, made it seem even more suspicious. Who could have brought him here, who? He shook his head, trying to forget about all of these questions and he sat down on a chair at the table. He started eating eating a simple bowl of cereal in silence, all by himself before he heard some footsteps coming from the living room that was right next to the kitchen. His eyes widened, knowing that his peace was suddenly invaded. He looked everywhere around him, trying as quickly as he could to find a place where he could hide. What if the person that was coming in the same room as him was one of these crazy persons outside? What if he'd end up getting killed? That simple thought sent shivers down his spine and without wanting to waste any more time, he got up and started walking towards the pantry, wondering if he would fit in it.

As soon as he turned around the counter, a brown headed male appeared in front of him. Luhan stopped walking, standing there, frozen. It seemed as if he had stopped breathing as well. What was this stranger going to do to him? Should he be running away, should he be moving? He didn't know, he wasn't able to move, not even blink. His big, doe eyes were widely opened as he stared at the other male. Nothing came out of his mouth, even if he would've wanted to say something, words kept getting stuck in his throat. How could someone's life turn into this kind of nightmare? The pale haired boy took a deep breath without looking away, wondering if the stranger would try something on him. He looked as innocent as a little flower in the middle of a garden, completely defenseless. Luhan had never known how to defend himself, especially since he couldn't even remember anything. His legs started shaking lightly, showing that he was nervous and that he would probably end up crying soon.