Blood Lust | kth

XXIII - leather, fur, silk

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He stood casually, hands resting in the pockets of his thick, fox fur coat, as his tall, sculpted figure leaned attractively against the pale, greyish blue wall. His gaze was focused to his left, his expression cool and unbothered. A thin strand of hair escaped from under the clear-rimmed glasses that sat comfortably over his beautiful, tousled hair, revealing his broad forehead which, for me, was a rare and conspicuous sight.

My gaze unconsciously drifted to his lower garments, and I noticed something large stuffed inside of his pocket. I squinted at it, trying to guess what the shape of it could possibly represent.

Was it a flashlight?

"But why would a vampire have a flashlight on them," i reasoned with myself, "when they probably already have perfect night vision?"

The longer I stared, the more it was beginning to resemble the outline of a banana.

But it can't be. It would be odd and unprofessional of him to be carrying a fruit in his pocket during a photoshoot.

Eventually, I gave up and let my focus shift to the billboard on the other end of the clothing-lined aisle, where he adorned the same lavishing outfit. As if being pulled by an invisible string, my feet automatically carried me towards it.

It was a slideshow of advertisements, occassionally exhibiting garments worn by other people whom i would pay no attention to. I was only really interested in seeing the ones that featured him.

"Is he really that famous?" I wondered in awe. "Am i, a completely ordinary and insignificant person, really living under the same roof as the Kim Taehyung? How much more is there about this man that i have yet to uncover?"

I examined the displays in the store. The magazines on the shelves, the posters on the walls, the banners on the windows... he was everywhere. Not even an earth-shattering sneeze could have diverted my attention, mesmerized as I was by his intimidating mystique.

The thing is, he may be an annoyingly stupid, selfish jerk, but you can't ignore the fact that he was a handsome one. You just can't.

Kim Taehyung was a sight for sore eyes.

This time, he was on the floor with his elbow propped over a bent knee. His turtleneck sweater and tailored pants, as dark as his smooth leather boots, were something I had often seen him in before. The yellow tinted lighting casted a warm shadow over his powerful gaze, which seemed to be focused directly towards me as his hazel eyes bore straight into the lens of the camera.

It goes without saying that he was a natural-born model.

In every one of his photographs, he could be seen striking a new, fresh pose, so natural and effortless that it was a struggle to take my eyes off him. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many other women he had swooning over him at this very moment.

If there was anyone who could put all models all around the world out of business, it was undoubtedly Taehyung.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.

I jumped and looked over my shoulder.

Behind me stood a displeased Yeji, with her hands on either side of her hips and an expectant expression perceptible over her fine features.

"Uhm- yes?" I spoke in a startled tone.

"Yes? " she facepalmed.

I scratched the crook of my neck. Had I done something wrong?