With his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, he was heading down the lonely sidewalk and towards the direction of the apartment building he lived in. His eyes were trained on the ground in front of him as he walked, but he immediately glanced up at the soft voice of another. Taemin stopped in his tracks and stared at the male, who surprisingly resembled him, standing next to the only street lamp — which happened to be a few feet away from him. Suddenly a little to aware of his surroundings, he looked around nervously. “Hello..” He murmured, pulling off the hood of his jacket so he could see the male better.
There was a certain peculiar beauty in the echo of steps down a quiet street at night, but even so, he welcomed the pause in the stranger’s steps. It proved his words to have reached his ears, after all, and a touch of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as he studied the features eerily alike his own. He had heard someone say once, that there are seven people in the world that looks like you, but he did not know the credibility of such a statement. Still, this young man seemed to be one of them. “… Did I startle you?” he wondered out softly, his voice bearing a hint of amusement. “You’re out awfully late. Do you know what time it is? I admit I don’t”, he told him, speaking in light, airy tones.
