{ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ}–

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_{Receiving not even a fragment of  what could have been an answer he sighs in his seat. Beating around the palm tree never did the blonde much good, never was one of his strong points and never will be. So now he’s huffing, fingers playing idly at the fur that lined his coat and eyes outcasted out the window and into the bustling city that was Tokyo. In the midst of it all the taxi steadies cleanly to a stop, a sliver of neon light speckling his features.}

_{“It isn’t a big deal.” It was as if he were trying to convince himself and judging by the furrow of his brows that couldn’t be closer to the truth. And then, finally, he thinks it, thinks now that perhaps he shouldn’t pry into the goat’s life on such a level. He should be considerate. But the latter doesn’t keep him from finishing his thoughts with his mouth, “Have you ever been with a guy? Like, relationship wise?—Would you?”}

_{He doesn’t mind his tone, they were in a special kind of cab after all—( could be the reason for the ungodly high price and shady service ), and he was almost certain the driver had overheard more intimate doings. For that same reason— minus the fare and trashy bits— Kibum almost feels like a teenager again. Sneaking out in the middle of the night for a morning he’d regret, and then some.}

_{“What  a rip off…”}

_{Kibum grumbles upon hearing the damage, but passes over flimsy bills regardless and waits for the change if any. ”Let’s not go back and forth. It’s either a yes or a no. We can’t go in until you give me a straight answer.” The unintentional pun almost kills him. In any other situation he would have pat himself on the back with two thumbs up for diction and a cackle for good measures, but this time his lips were snug in a thin line with eyes fixated on the other’s features.}