Rec Room

@Soldier Doojoon [wait..maybe when I post a starter (which is just a continuation of this) I can say Key left you and the Rec room? but where do I post it..a room no one uses perhaps.]

@Chef Suga Yoseob's eyes widened as he looked at the drawing the man gave him, it was beautiful and he couldn't believe he just gave the drawing to him. He planned to frame it when he had the chance. "Wait!" He said standing up and walking over to where the man now stood. "I-My Name is Yoseob, What's your name?" He said with a smile. It wasn't originally what he wanted to say but he figured it would be good to know the man's name. At least now he knew that he was a chef since he was heading to the kitchen.

@Soldier Doojoon [how about we transfer this? like Key could walk out and they'll meet again or Doojoon following him?]

@Chef Suga Yoseob pouted slightly as the man closed his sketch "Nonsense! You really have talent." He said laughing softly genuinely amazed at his artistic skills. He turned and looked at the man,he could tell a broken man when he saw one. He used to be one too, it wasn't something anyone should go through. It wasn't fun and it was hard to break out of the sadness. He wondered what the man's postilion was he knew he wasn't a nurse since he never saw him around the Sick Bay.

@Chef Suga Yoseob smiled apologetically when he saw the man flinch when he touched him, and assumed that he didn't like being touched. He sat down beside the man and looked at his drawing. "Ohh, that's a really nice bird. Do you draw a lot?" He asked smiling it was a very nice drawing the man was talented. The man also seemed to need a friend, even though he seemed very unapproachable to other people around them but Yoseob could tell that he was lonely and he couldn't have that not when he could do something about it.

@Chef Suga Yoseob was wandering around the base, again. He heard from that nice Chef that there was a rec room so he decided to check it out and see what it is. After walking around for awhile not bothering to ask for directions he finally stumbled upon the entrance to the room. He grinned to himself and walked in looking around at the games of table tennis and pool go on. His eyes stopped on a man sitting down silently sketching by himself, he looked rather lonely so Yoseob decided to go and say hi. He walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Whatcha drawing?" He said with a friendly smile.

With no definite and immediate plan and just plainly without thinking, the blonde feline stood up. He took a few steps pass the sitting soldier with, really, no thought of where he was headed, his moves or more like further attempt was suddenly halted upon hearing the other laugh because of him, he assumed. True enough it was because of him and what he said because surely it wouldn't be anyone else since there's only the two of them inside the confined room.

He dared not to look back or even spare the soldier a glance just as the latter did so, keeping firm on his spot. He was not dumb; he knew those words were directed to him. Truth to be told it struck him hard that for a moment he lost his confidence. That, however, won't be shown to the other because that is the last thing he wanted anyone to see; his weakness to which the everyone will use to their advantage. He learned that the hard way. "Well those were the words I expect from someone who barely knew me..a mere stranger." Kibum said with much infamous confidence as his parting words, clammy hands clenched into fists, teeth gritted as he holds back many things; tears, emotions, words. That stranger dared to say that when he knew nothing about him.

Okay. Pulling a chair over, sitting on it too close for the blonde's comfort, heck, even staring at his foot, mind you, was surely not a move one who only intends to introduce himself or more, get acquainted will do and truth to be told, it kind of made Kibum think of this guy as a weirdo, irked at some point. This guy has an ulterior motive, he concluded then.

Kibum would play it nice and cool, go along with whatever this guy is planning; two can play the game after all. "Of course. Sadly though I wouldn't tell a soul about it to a guy who I barely knew much more to someone who for all I know has something up in his sleeves." Kibum said with nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, pushing himself off the couch to stand up.

Impatient. Kibum was growing impatient of the pregnant silence their surrounding was conceiving, the other being mute and seemingly in trance didn't help either in containing his composure. Yet despite that, he managed to conceal it with his devious and proud smirk, itching to crawl its way on his plump lips. Tapping his foot in a rather slow and irate manner, the sound of his shoes' heels hitting the tiled floor and reverberating on the four corners of the small confinement, the blonde feline waited til the man spoke, his slender arms folded over his chest.

Only when he's done so Kibum did realize why the stranger was acting like that; almost like lost for words. He was clearly enthralled by ethereal beauty before him. Not to brag but Kibum was getting that a lot ever since and he's not really surprised that this man was just like the others. "Well, I sure get that a lot and even here huh..Thanks."

Kibum was not dumb nor oblivious of the stare he was receiving from his supposedly company. Yet despite that, he remained relaxed, if more lenient, leaning comfortably on the couch. His curious mind perked up as to why he was receiving such honor which at the back of his mind had already boasting his pride. If not for lewd reasons it would be the second option; admiration. Kibum settling for the latter.

Flipping through the pages of the magazine, his interest on it long gone, the blonde couldn't keep off the smirk that was tugging on his lips as he, with his hawk eyes, noticed the soldier approaching him. Putting on his facade, smirk being replaced by his infamous sweet smile that like the saying, launched a thousand ships, the blonde feline tore his gaze from the inanimate object he was holding to the man in front of him. "Hmm..I see. I'm that famous huh. Kibum, my name."

Novice. Newbie. Neophyte. Terms for the sassy twenty-two year-old nurse who happened to be the rose among the thorns in this hellhole, as the nurse would liked to call it. It hasn't been a month since he was dumped to exile by his oh-so-strict father.

Given that he was the only nurse on the camp, it would only be natural for Kibum to have a hard time coping up much more to blend among those stinky and sweaty men (yet attractive, that he wouldn't admit aloud). Consequently, that drove the nurse to where he is now; where he is often. The rec room, his safe-haven. He finds time, no, he has a lot of time on his hands that he was able to lounge on this room, being the resident of it. Now as he speaks, the blonde nurse was sitting comfortably on the couch situated on that farthest corner the said room, leg crossed over the other. He hadn't noticed nor did he pay attention when the door clicked open, revealing the new occupant, his company at that. Kibum was far too busy reading some magazine he brought along with him.