It wasn’t what he had expected, no not at all. Instead of asking outright for specifics Taemin was merely asking for what Jonghyun wanted to tell him and behind that, Jonghyun found a genuine sort of interest. There was sincerity behind his words and it made his heart do something weird that he’d rather not focus on. Shaking his bangs out of his eyes, he leaned back in the seat of the booth and folded his arms across his chest, “More…? Well… I’ve been getting braver and adding my own personal twists to things. I actually did some of the writing myself. It was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, god, you have no idea how much I fretted and obsessed over each and every single word.”
His thoughts going onto the next topic in his mind was abruptly halted at Taemin’s words and his eyes seemed to focus more on the man sitting in front of him, “You’re not?” Though it was a question, it was more of an echo of the statement and he didn’t have much more time to ponder the situation as the waiter had arrived at their table. “Uh, yeah two glasses of water and one order of spicy ramen, please.” He said as he put the menu away, back in its holder off to the side. The waiter walked off and he looked back to Taemin with suspicion and interest, “What do you think of me.” He asked outright, the question hidden behind a monotone sentence.
Tilting his head, he looked a little confused again but tried to hide it, “Charity worker…? Sometimes I go to charity events.” Is that what he had meant? It never easy to tell.
When Jonghyun leaned back, he leaned forward—as if there had been a string between them of limited length that had to be obeyed. There was not, of course, but it did not change he folded his arms atop the tabletop, gazing at the other man, observing the expressive eyes he seemed to possess. He was a very handsome being, and his voice had a softness to it, like rose petals, or an evening hymn. “Something creative, that has writing within it…” Taemin mumbled out quietly, eyes narrowing faintly in thought; it appeared as if he was thinking of it, perhaps even treating it as a riddle to figure out Jonghyun’s occupation. “Words can be elusive, sometimes”, he then said, more clearly, smoothly again. “It can be like trying to catch moonlight, but when you succeed—it’s wonderful.”
He blinked quietly when the other man shot his words back at him, but he merely smiled softly, easily. The waiter, he spared not a look. Not even a glance in his direction, for he was not there for him, he was here with Jonghyun, and therefor it was not long after he had spoken that Taemin arched an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. “What I think of you?” he repeated, smile tugging briefly wider, before he wet his lips, humming a sound from the back of his throat. “Well, you seem like a decent young man…” he ventured to say, lips pursing. “But it’s too early to know for sure. Every person has shades that are not seen. Your passion for creativity makes you beautiful, though.” He nodded his head firmly, just once, before his gaze flickered back to Jonghyun. It never seemed to leave for long at all.
“So you do things for a living sometimes, too”, he said. As if a living was not work, but people, a living embodiment. With the cheeky smile that made the apples of his pale cheeks round, it was likely difficult indeed to deduce, whether he knew of his mistake and were merely playing, or if he had gotten it all wrong from the start.
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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...