How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." —Bram Stoker
He snorted a little at the blunt response, he himself still a little unsure as to why he was inviting the other man in the first place. There was undeniably something about him though, something he couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t sure what it was but maybe he would figure it out one day. Hah, one day — as if he would be seeing him more in the future… what kind of an assumption was that? Smiling a little, Jonghyun gestured to the right and pulled his hood up over his head before fixing his sunglasses. “Can’t be seen.” He said quietly under his breath, not to Taemin but as a reminder to himself. Walking through down the street, he glanced up at the moon before looking back over his shoulder at the other, “Coming?”
He tilted his head at the words the other man said beneath his breath, wondering why that might be. People usually had their reasons when they would hide, but he could not think of why Jonghyun should. He was a stunning young man, no doubt about it, with a face he could have spent hours making a study of in his sketchbook (how cheap, the price of paper and pens these days!). It made him wonder as he fell into movement if he was hiding for fear of dazzling people around him. Curious eyes lingered on Jonghyun as he followed, pale hands pushing into the pockets of his light jacket. A jacket he did not actually need to wear for warmth, but the comfort of it won him over. “Do you have a night job, Jonghyun-ssi?” he wondered out. “Not a lot of people would have a meeting in these late hours. The moon is already awake and you still have time to feed.”
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