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

Lee Taemin, born the 18th of July.
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Following Taemin into the restaurant, he nodded his head and pulled his hood down as well as his sunglasses; he was safe here. “Creative? Definitely. The whole thing revolves about being creative and artistic.” Leading the other to a seat, he sat down at the booth and pulled out a menu from the holder that was off to the side. “The ramen here is really good and they have hamburgers as well.” He said, pushing the menu towards him across the table, “I always get the ramen so I know what I’m ordering.” He said as he leaned back against the chair and stretched out his limbs.

Accidentally knocking Taemin’s leg with his own, he flinched slightly, “Oh, sorry about that.” He said awkwardly before reaching out to rest his hand on the table, his fingers drumming nervously on the laminated surface. “What do you do for a living?” He wondered curiously, his brown orbs now looking intently into Taemin’s. It was fascinating to speak with someone who was so new to you; every part of themselves a new page to open and read through.

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“Tell me more”, Taemin asked of him, a quiet, soft greed for knowledge in his voice as he lowered himself seamlessly into the seat opposite of the other man; his pale hands momentarily touching the tabletop, before he leaned back, flicking black strands of hair out of cloudy grey eyes. Creativity was beauty, in his mind, and a topic which would always entice him, if fill some part of his mind with a bitter regret over life’s turns. Still, it fascinated him, and drew him in, like a moth to a light. This time, Jonghyun was the light.

It was mostly by instinct that he touched fingertips to the menu which was pushed across the table towards him, but it was with unreadable eyes as he listened to the other’s words. “… Oh”, his lips then shaped out, and he pushed it back across the table with the tips of his fingers. “I’m not going to eat.” He had only said for him to tag along, not to eat with him—that was another matter entirely, and one which bore many consequences he hardly thought fit of a restaurant. After all, he did have some manners. As for Jonghyun’s apology, he answered it with a slow smile, a dismissive hum from the back of his throat.

“For a living?” he repeated, head tilting to the side. “Not a lot”, he told him gravely. “Sometimes I speak to them, like I’m talking to you. But I do not have many close to me, so that’s what I can most do, for a living. Are you a charity worker as well?”

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    “Yes, you will.” Jonghyun gave a sure nod of his head as he smiled at Taemin with a confident expression plastered onto...
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    Alone in this feeling of comfort? No, you could not say he was. Whether it was wise of him or not, Taemin’s guard had...
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