Amusement was written all over the features of his face as he sat there and looked cheekily at the other. His right hand swirled the chopsticks in a soft circle around the bowl, its contents mixing together further and surely making for a more delicious treat. His eyes were unblinking as the wooden pieces moved in such a way as to grasp onto some of the ramen and he only looked down for a moment in order to scoop them into his mouth. Chewing away, he continued to look amused before he nodded his head. “You’re right, you’re right,” he joked along, “I should be very ashamed of myself.” With a smile on his face, he finally reached forward to grab at the glass of water and took a sip from it. The straw swayed back and forth as he pushed it back a small distance and tilted his head. Dark, chocolate brown eyes continued to peer at Taemin before finally collecting his thoughts, “I would apologize profusely, probably.” He admitted with a small nod of his head, “Hope that you could see my intent was all playful and not evil-hearted.” There was another amused flicker that seemed to swim through himself as he wondered, ‘Evil-hearted'… since when did I begin speaking like this? He must be rubbing off on me.
There was silence again though he didn’t mind. Jonghyun merely continued to eat away at his food, soon finding it disappearing and himself fuller. Leaning back in his seat, he placed the chopsticks into the bowl and folded his arms across his chest. “Psychic.” He said quietly, it was almost a surprise even to himself at remembered the last subject of their conversation. It had been a long time since either of them had spoken and while his mind hadn’t exactly fixated on the ‘duh’ that had been provided for him, he wondered if maybe somewhere in his subconscious there had been a sort of contemplation of whether or not it was possible. “Peculiar.” He said, though this time his voice was much quieter and he flinched slightly as the waiter came back to their table and asked if he wanted anything else. Jonghyun shook his head, eyes still trained on Taemin’s, as he asked for the bill and heard the man walk off. Leaning forward on the table, much like earlier, he clasped his hands together and raised an eyebrow.
“So. Have you enjoyed yourself?” The question was one of curiosity but genuine wonder as he continued to let his glance trace over the other’s hair, nose, eyes and lips, “Did you like your time spent here with me? Are you happy that you tagged along?” The questions were unending but he had to be sure that the other understood the question in order for him to answer properly; you could never be sure if Taemin would twist your words into something else or not, “And if so…” Jonghyun felt his voice trail off as he began to wonder if he should continue the next question or not. He merely shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat, Nah… better hear the answer first.
“Very ashamed”, Taemin echoed faintly, the amusement dancing in his eyes as he kept his eyes on Jonghyun, watching him eat, watching him speak. Listening. Of course he was listening. And with his words, Taemin pursed his pale lips, cocking his head to the side as he watched him with playfully narrowed eyes. “Is that so?” he queried. “But then what if I would not accept your apology and decided to deem you a scoundrel?” He pronounced the last word with exaggeration, a quirk of a smile flitting past his lips before he looked down, tapping nails against the tabletop; once and twice and then thrice, but no more. Then he looked up anew. Not a lot of people felt comfortable with him so easily. Not a lot of people dared to joke around him—perhaps they thought he could not appreciate amusement because he held a more mature demeanor than others looking as young as he, or perhaps they could not understand his kind of humor. It could be either. It could be both. But he was not without his quirk, and humor kept the day fresh when you struggled to find reason.
As the chopsticks were laid aside, his gaze briefly caught on the empty bowl, for a moment wondering if feeling full from food was the way he could be satiated from enough blood. He could no longer remember. The feeling of fullness from food was as alien to him as his own world no doubt was to the other man and it was, unfortunately, something he would always have to live with. A shadow of a frown briefly touched his features, before it vanished soon as it had been there, and he shrugged easily. “Mmh”, he hummed out in response. Psychic. Some people called him mad. Him? He did not know, he merely said what seemed right. An inkling crawling over his skin, a thought simmering in the back of his mind, a shudder in his bones. A poking knowledge coming out of nowhere and seeming so true he could no dispute it. As for whether it was? God only knew, and he was not about to speak to God.
Taemin parted his lips to speak, to answer the first question coming from Jonghyun, but what escaped him was a laughter, when more question spilled before he could utter a single syllable. Arching an eyebrow, he waited until the other man had fallen silent, before snorting, and finally taking tone. “If so, what, Jonghyun-ssi…?” he wondered out with a quiet amusement colouring his words, before he tossed a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, looking away. “I might have”, he said loftily. On purpose so loftily that it was obvious he was pretending to play it cool. “Enjoyed myself, that is.” There was a pause, before his gaze veered over towards him again, and he leaned across the table further. “So what did you mean by if so…?”
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