Jonghyun’s face was blank at first but it was soon looking rather amused for the billionth time that evening as he listened to Taemin, “A scoundrel, huh? Taemin-ah, I don’t think I know anyone else who speaks like you. You’re seriously something from a novel, aren’t you.” He smiled softly and leaned back in his seat as he continued to gaze back at Taemin as he did so to him. It was then that he felt the temptation to inquire about Taemin’s age but instead of speaking the question, he merely pressed his lips together in a thin line in an effort to stop himself. He wasn’t sure why he felt he shouldn’t do that just yet but, always one to follow his instincts, he continued to listen to his intuition.
Not getting much of a response to the word psychic, he merely stayed quiet even further. As he looked at the other, he remained silent and let his eyes do the talking. what were they saying? It was hard to interpret, but they seemed to say things he probably would be saying with his lips soon enough. Who are you…? Everything about him was so different and… odd, at the same time. Every time that he heard Taemin say anything, it only made him want to hear even more.
Typical, he thought to himself, to get such a response. “Taemin-ah… you might have isn’t a for sure answer and before I say the next thing I’m going to need a for sure….”
No more games.
“A novel?” Taemin repeated, head cocking to the side as his gaze slid away, something thoughtful flickering past his features again. There must have been something about Jonghyun’s words which pleased him, however, for a hint of a smile touched his lips before he looked back, and said, “I like novels”, he said then, with a small nod of his head as he watched Jonghyun, leaned back as he was now. The silence fell between them again, though whether it could be called a silence or not could be questioned. Although no words were exchanged throughout it, Jonghyun had the kind of eyes which seemed to speak. Expressive eyes—the kind of eyes some might claim impossible to lie. He was not so quick to adopt that thought, but there was something undeniably earnest about him, nevertheless.
“No more games, huh”, he said then, echoing the his thoughts, once silence had been breached by Jonghun’s silken voice anew. He leaned back in his own seat, a hand moving up to rub at the back of his neck, where black hair cut short made a start contrast to the ghostly hue of his skin. “Arasseo…” he said, wetting his lips. “I enjoyed myself, Jonghyun-ssi”, he told him easily, watching the other man for reactions. “Now tell me.”
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