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The vampire’s reply has Jae rolling his eyes and throwing a small judging glare towards his direction-- because here he was, for some reason feeling the need to buy his friend some god damn flowers and only making sure that he didn’t have any allergies, but Donghyun was being his usual (either dumb or sarcastic) ass. So just to spite him, Jae lightly pushes the older one away, even letting out a huff that probably makes him look more childish than actually mad. And instead of further explaining what he meant, he only lifts his arms over his chest and stays quiet.

Half of the silence comes from his very strong focus on trying to distinguish the signs and words in the distance, and perhaps it would’ve been a good idea to bring his glasses... It’s in this attention of nothing but the signs that eventually brings him to bump into a vendor’s table, almost causing him to yell a curse or two ‘cause he had forgotten about his physical body - but his hand quickly moves to stable himself against Donghyun and his gaze falls down to avoid any obvious stares from strangers. It’s with small pout that he lightly tugs on the fabric of the vampire’s clothing and says in a quiet little mumble, “Hyung, can you find the flower shop--”

lullaby ; pjh & kdh

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following his gaze, he looks around the booths (why are there still people– korea and its night markets…) trying to make sense of the reason why they’re here in the first place. “nature?” the sarcasm is accidental but he couldn’t help it. “the only ‘natural’ thing i’m allergic to is sun, jae. as in i’ll die allergic.” he pauses for a second, but continues. “but you can’t buy the sun, so everything else you’d find here is fine.”

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At first, the words take him completely by surprise-- when was the last time Donghyun had said something meaningful like that to him? Well really, had he ever said something like that to Jae? And perhaps the ghost spends a little more time than he’d like to admit thinking about it, and maybe it does let a few butterflies loose in his stomach and send a warm, fluttering feeling up to his chest, because Donghyun wanted-- he wanted to be with him? With Jae?

But he had never been one to really show his feelings like they truly were; hell, Donghyun still had no idea that it was because of him that Jae continues to exist as a ghost. And right now, while they’re arriving to the market which was definitely still awake despite the hour, was definitely not the time to be sharing such feelings. So when he does get over his minute or so of feeling like a complete high schooler with a crush, the male leans into the other, even going as far as pressing some obnoxious kisses to the vampire’s cheek while his expression had a wide smile, “Alright, I’m holding that against you, hyung. You can’t get rid of me now.” With that he barely sticks out his tongue then averts his gaze to begin looking down the booths and sellers, trying his best even with the poor eyesight to spot his goal. It’s in this squinted struggle that he mumbles towards the other, “You’re not allergic to anything-- like nature, right?”

lullaby ; pjh & kdh

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barely acknowledging the wink (but he did), the vampire shrugs, looking ahead of the road they’re walking on. “i don’t do ‘date things’ either. and i don’t stray from work or home.” he’s still confused, the unknown feeling on his mind, so he doesn’t notice how monotone his tone becomes. he’s lost in thought again. “you know the only place i’d like to go is where you are, so you choose.” the words flow easily, and he unconsciously moves closer to jae’s side– mainly in the way to emphasis what he had said. he’s oblivious to the other’s reaction, still puzzling over these handful of emotions he’d managed to go through in a the span of not even an hour.

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There’s a roll of his eyes that comes with hearing Donghyun’s short response—he didn’t expect anything more than just a ‘no,’ but it was annoying sometimes to be talking to people who wouldn’t listen. He can understand not responding as much (considering he can talk a lot), but listening would still be very much appreciated. But despite that, he pushes the thought in the back of his mind for a later time and looks over at Donghyun when he speaks again, not being able to hold back the little bits of laughter afterwards, “Donghyun, come on.”

His eyes squint down just slightly and he brings up his other hand in a fist to lightly punch at the vampire’s upper arm, “This may be a date, but come on—I’m not going to take you on a fucking dinner date—Actually, when have I ever taken someone on a dinner date?” Then his expression softens, and his lip pouts out just a bit (though it’s definitely more playful than it is actual sadness) as he nudges Donghyun slightly, “I thought you out of all people would know me, come on.”

He then clears his throat and lets go of the older’s hand, stretching his hand over to lightly ruffle Donghyun’s hair, then rests it on the opposite shoulder as he shrugs, “We’re going somewhere for just one thing, but then I have absolutely no clue what our next stop will be, so... You gotta help me, hyung. I don’t do date things, I’m the type to just take home and bang, you know this.” Here, he may have sneaked a wink to mess with the other, but then ends up laughing again and squeezing his shoulder, “No, but really, where do you wanna go?”

lullaby ; pjh & kdh

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“is this a dinner date?” donghyun’s eyebrows furrow, “i– don’t know nice places to eat… but if you want to– we can..” the vampire doesn’t bring up the fact that he shouldn’t and probably can’t eat human food anymore (but he hasn’t tried– would it hurt to?), because he’s still certain that jae has a planned route of where he wants to go. and he doesn’t want to stray away from it– seeing that this whole experience was new– he didn’t want to ruin anything.

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ironic, really, that jae seems worried and the vampire just nods. what his mind thinks is ‘i already do’, but the words never form on his lips. instead, he squeezes his hand and looks down to his side. it’s one of those times where he chooses to remain silent, and he hopes his best friend doesn’t take it the wrong way. stepping to his side, so they aren’t facing each other, donghyun stares taking in their surroundings. yes, he doesn’t know most of the city, but he does recall where the closest public transportation tends to be. nodding in the general direction, he blinks and looks back at jae, quietly motioning that they should go.

There’s another small moment where Jae just takes a moment to look at Donghyun, and perhaps these moment are happening too frequently and they’re not as discrete as they should be, but at this point, it really doesn’t matter to him. Even if the other had stepped away and already motioned to where they should be heading, he still takes the few seconds to look at his friend and just smile. Because it had been so many years since he could do anything, and it wasn’t being rejected like he had experienced in that daydream—(he’s calling it a daydream at this point, because it most definitely happened, but yet he’s the only one that remembered), so he’s a little more than just happy to be here with him.

But feelings aside, Jae begins to walk in said direction that Donghyun had motioned towards, happily walking the streets of Seoul with his hand also very happily swinging the other male’s hand at their sides, and he almost doesn’t want to say anything, because he doesn’t want to give away any hint of where they’re going (cause he doesn’t know himself) or ruin the comforting silence that for once wasn’t the result of some argument.

But he’s sure that they both know how fond Jae is of silence, and how much he feels the need to always be filling it, so he gives it maybe a couple more minutes of the whole no-talking thing before ending it. And so, he decided to play a little game with a small glance over towards the vampire and a hum as if in thought, “Hyung, where do you think we’re going?” There were really only nightclubs and bars that were open at the time, so his only thought was to go to the market—somewhere where they could just blend in like everyone else, and no one would be paying any attention to them, but—He was curious to what Donghyun was thinking at this very moment, to have one’s best friend appear physical out of the blue then to be asked out on a date by said friend-- Maybe that could give him some idea of where the vampire would like to go?

lullaby ; pjh & kdh

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His eyes scan over hers, and—it’s almost uncanny, but he can only see his own. His own eyes from sixty years ago that once had a glint of happiness, were so full of hope and curiosity for what the future had for him, but had it all brutally taken away from them. All of their innocence was taken away, and for once, his eyes mirrored their color: a deep, deep darkness and loneliness that only those who had experienced the same could see in. And it’s with seeing that same feeling present in the female’s eyes that there’s only regret showing up in his mind—not so much regret, but also guilt, because he had tried so long to ignore these feelings, ignore these memories that took place decades ago. But they’re reappearing, showing up in his life this time in the form of the pleading girl in front of him, begging for help. And it’s too much of a wake-up call for him. He doesn’t even remember the last time he had thought about it. He had tried so hard to push the memories away.

And it all just suddenly rushes into his mind. He sees her almost choking on her words, on just air, and he can only remember the days where there’d be a hand forcing itself against his neck because that’d be the only way to shut him up; it was much harder to scream when you couldn’t get the air in your lungs to do it, and no matter how much energy or effort he’d exert to remove that hand from his throat, it’d only exhaust him further—and it’s not like they mattered. Sometimes a passed out human being was easier to work with than one that refused to give in. But it’s this struggling to even speak that reminds him of the days where he’d stand and look at himself in the mirror: see the discoloring splattered across his skin, and, god, he would try so hard to rub it off. To wash and scrub, because maybe this was all just a dream, and that was just paint or ink from his job. But it would never come off. The purples and green and yellows would stay on his skin for weeks, taunting him every time he’d catch sight of the colors. Even now that he was dead, he could still see the bruises lingering on his skin, telling him that you didn’t win. No matter how hard you may have tried, look where you are now.

So it’s hard, it’s so incredibly hard to keep himself from falling apart in front of the female: and it’s only by pure willpower and refusing to let her live the life that he did, that he manages to push through it. He takes a deep, very much needed, breath to calm to throbbing pulse in his head, to halt of the thoughts and focus on just helping this one person. Because he’s going to do exactly what no one was capable of doing for him. Sure, most of it was his own fault, because he refused to share what had happened and it’s not like Jae had many friends he could share those types of thing with to begin with… But that wasn’t a good enough reason for him. He’d be here. He would fucking help her through it all if it was the last thing he could do for this dumb human race that he had lost hope for years ago. So when her hand extends towards him, he thanks whatever omniscient power there is above them for his ability to be physical during the hours of the night, and he accepts it. There’s a small moment of hesitation, because he’s always weary to show any sign of affection to someone so fragile, but that’s quickly thrown out the window, because at this very moment, (she might’ve not known how much it would help Jae himself), but they both needed it—And perhaps he has a little bit of an advantage for being a good (a very large amount) bit taller than her, but the last thing he wanted to show any type of power over her, but he pulls her in by the hand. His breath is almost stuck in his throat when he does feel her small, little figure against him, and he’s still hesitating, still thinking and calculating his every single motion down to whether or not he should embrace her. And even if it does take a moment or two before he can, his arms wrap around her form while he tries speaking, though his words come out small, “I’m not going to tell you that it’s okay—it’s probably not, and it probably won’t be for a good amount of time but—“ And he has to clear his throat, gain some type of confidence in his voice or else his words were going to mean nothing to her, “It will get better.”

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and that means oxygen is more important than ever. but nyx.. doesn’t want it anymore. so she refuses it with all her might. fights it for as long as she can before she’s involuntarily forced to take in a huge breath. why. though she honestly doesn’t even want to know anymore. ❝ you have to help me. ❞ for once, she’ll ask. she’ll speak out, she’ll voice her vulnerability, she’ll show her desperation. it’s important this time. it’s necessary. it’s urgent. reaches out towards him though she’s cautious, she’s nervous, afraid that if she makes him uncomfortable he won’t give his all when helping her. so skin won’t meet skin. it’s just her hand meeting the air, though hovering so close to him, to the final piece, to life or death. ❝ it hurts. it hurts so much. ❞ she shouldn’t be doing this. she’s not ready yet. she’s going to regret it. she needs to go home first. can’t do this here. can’t do this yet. not when she’s actually.. starting to make progress. progress that she doesn’t acknowledge for the life of her. it’s just. it’s complicated, it’s loud. it’s painful. something needs to stop, something needs to come to an end, and right now, she doesn’t care just what it is. she doesn’t care, she says she doesn’t care, but if nyx is left to do this on her own – she won’t go through with it. that’s why she needs him. she needs his help, his guidance, his strength, his word. his promise that he’ll be the one to end things for her because she’s too weak to do it on her own. and right now, she’s willing to beg. ❝ make it stop. please make it stop. ❞

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Did that-- really just happen?

Sure, he had forgotten completely how it felt to, well feel and have all of these emotions running around completely uncontrolled.... And he expected that, to now suddenly be able to feel all of these things that he had spent so many years tying down and learning how to conceal. But now that they were practically bursting at the seam and forcing themselves to be shown, man, did he all of a sudden not know how to act in front of people when he feels the lips of no one other than his best friend, Kim Donghyun, on his cheek.

And it’s just a peck on the cheek, for fucks sake, but to him, it was a kiss, a sign of affection, a signal of some type of returned emotions from the entire reason that he was stuck here to begin with. So his mind goes completely blank, and all the plans he was scrambling to put together just completely escaped his mind, but he definitely wasn’t going to pass by the chance of going out with his friend. So before any more words can be said, he gives a firm nod and immediately starts tugging the vampire outside of the room, through the hallways and then the door and eventually into the cool, brisk air of the night.

The tugging was more than a little rushed, so perhaps he does take a second to look at Donghyun, almost gets lost in his own little world where only the two existed and perhaps he took more than just a second.. “Okay, so we might have to take the subway or the bus which is a little crowded, and then where we’re going is gonna be even more crowded, so just--” He clears his throat for a moment then links his hand with his Donghyun’s, actually entwines his fingers with the older’s, then uses his other to guide his gaze directly onto Jae, “Just focus on me, okay? I’ll be right here beside you, so don’t worry.”

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“sure.” he mumbles, still not having pulled away entirely. shoulders relaxing as he gives jae’s hands a squeeze, he softly huffs out, “eighty three minutes, now?”

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“i woke up, & you were gone.”

It wasn’t the first time Jae had heard those words, though they generally came out of the lips of some pretty girl that he couldn’t, despite his best efforts, avoid at the bar (it honestly sucked sometimes, frequenting the same place week after week, and were also usually followed by some form of attack-- whether it be harsh words about his personality or a literal punch to the face. So it’s safe to say that Jae was used to the average ‘morning-after’ rituals.

But this time, it was different. This time neither of them were intoxicated, not the night before and not right now, this time, he actually wasn’t meaning to stay away. Half of it was out of his own control, returning back to his non-physical state once the sun had risen, while the other half was probably his own fear: what if this human had figured something out? Not only about himself, but also his housemate-- what if he had done something to this just... innocent human being that had shared just one night with Jae. There’s no knowing what would have happened, so it’s by his luck that he could disappear before the male would wake up, to not leave even one  trace behind. 

So the words stung him a little more this time around; they were delivered by someone whose eyes nearly cried, I trusted you. And he almost wants to reply to those words rather than the one’s spoken, to say, you shouldn’t, but he doesn’t. He keeps the facade that he’s built up after these years and only plays off the statement nonchalantly: with a slight shrug to his shoulders and his eyes looking anywhere but at those looking up at him.

“I had work in the morning, man, but we should hang again sometime. It was fun.”

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“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

Perhaps it was their shared circumstances that had made him say it, (God, sometimes I wish a priest would just go ahead and banish me to hell, just fucking get rid of me already). Both of them living without breathing, this entire situation that had left them existing without being even close to alive, and honestly, it was hard for Jae to say that he even existed. He existed only as a spirit, as some dumb, floating, transparent soul that served absolutely no purpose on this godforsaken Earth-- but why? God, why him?

And sure, at least he had a legitimate answer to his question, being stuck on the ground to protect his loved ones or something like that, and you feel alright with being dead for some time: the feeling of looking after someone and protecting them meant a great deal right after you’ve found out your entire reason for still existing. It’s a mission, a mission that you’re figuratively willing to die for, but sometimes knowing was worse than being completely ignorant to the entire ordeal.What was worse than knowing the exact reason for not being able to move on, yet not being capable of doing shit about it? Seeing that one person die right before your eyes, almost feeling their last breath of air, but yet-- you’re still here. And that’s when Jae almost lost, he almost lost his entire will to keep his sanity: his loved one had moved on, yet for some reason he hadn’t, and now he had to continue, having to go about every single day with no hour, no minute, not even a second of rest and always knowing that no matter how hard he tried: he’s here forever. He’s done his job, continued existing to protect one person to their very death, and when that day came, he’s still, fucking, here.

“You, out of all people, should know I gave up on myself a long time ago.”

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“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

It had been nearly sixty years since he’d felt anything-- since he would wake up in the morning and get annoyed with the sun hitting him right in the face through the blinds of his window. When he could pull off the sheets of his bed and feel the comforting warmth escape from his body after freeing himself from the cocoon of blankets. It had been so long since he had felt the need to rub at his eyes or since he’s craved coffee from not getting enough sleep the previous night-- those nights where he would get bursts of inspiration at possibly the worst times possible and end up staying awake for hours, working on sketches for his upcoming clients with only the moon and stars as his company.

But even then, his life wasn’t composed of just these calm and average moments. The weeks prior to his death were full of pain, this unimaginable pain. And honestly, no one would ever talk about it or even give a hint of knowing of what happened behind closed doors: they would ignore the muffled screams for help, yelling for them to just stop-- what pleasure could they even feel from something like this? Having someone writhing and crying and pushing and trying with all of their power to just get them off? Did he really crave power so much that he’d have to receive it like this?

So Jae knows both sides of the spectrum, and honestly at this point of his being, he can only let out a low, almost pained laugh to her statement. He couldn’t disagree with her, but couldn’t agree-- which one was more worth it? Being able to feel everything from the happiness or love emitting from one’s significant other, but then also constantly being reminded (by a accidental bump to the side) that the bruises will never go away. They might physically leave your body, but the memory, it’ll refuse. Or just not feeling?

Man, had she come to the wrong person to talk to about being numb.

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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  “If I had a petal for every time I thought of you, I’d have a garden around me.”

                    Lee Taeyong, Seoul’s residential shy boy.

                            An arts major, trying to paint his own masterpiece.

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He’s surprised, to say the least, that a female in this age actually responded to him and was giving him the time of her night instead of plainly ignoring her. He’d noticed lately that-- people weren’t getting rude, no, but they were no longer afraid of telling others exactly how they felt. Even if that meant completely ignoring a stranger and continuing to walk in silence. So when he does get a reaction, and not even a bad one, the male can only give the other a smile. His head barely tilts to the side in order to look at the female while walking by her side, litte bits of laughter escaping from his lips as he heard her question. The irony in saying how old his lines were, maybe it was about time for him to update his list of pick-up lines, but nonetheless, she said it herself that they still managed to grab her attention-- eh, maybe later. 

He can only shrug his shoulders, very nonchalantly, hands pocketing themselves, “Well when you’ve got a pretty face, usually people don’t care much for what’s coming out of your mouth.” He can’t help the snort that’s muffled slightly from just hearing his own word, but even then he continues, “I think it’s safe to say that with a beautiful appearance like yours, you can’t disagree with me?” An eyebrow raises up in question as he looks towards her again, though this time he quickly shakes his head, dropping the act because he wasn’t so much interested in her as it probably seemed-- he just got a kick out of playing around with people, “No, but joking aside, it’s just nice to have someone to walk and talk with this late at night.” 

And here his lips press together, and his gaze moves to look in front of him for just a small moment before it returns to the female, head tilting again (because honestly, he knew how irresistibly adorable he could looks sometimes, and he was definitely going to take advantage of that), “How about we make a deal: I’ll walk you to wherever you’re heading, no hidden strings or intentions-- in fact,” Here, he pats around the front and back of his jeans, eventually pulling out his wallet (maybe he looked a little too prepared for this, but the paper and pen was for random times of inspiration, he swears) and jotting down both his name and number before holding it out for her to take. “If I do anything weird, you’ve got my information for the cops. If not, and you enjoyed this little walk, then you’re welcome to call me again. Deal?”

grenade ; pjh & rdl

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    Which was to say- night walks were not an invitation for the company of others. She moved on her city on her own for a reason. Did that always stop other from approaching her? No. So, upon feeling a tap to her shoulder of course she was quick to turn in that direction. And not the least bit surprised to find the one responsible on the opposite side (the trick was old and played out- so of course it was still used). The urge to keep walking- to ignore the fact that the male had actually spoken to her was strong. As it always was. But there was something about the ENERGY surrounding him that pulled Dahlia to a halt and forced her into giving a response. ❝You do know how old that line is, right? But- you have my attention now so I guess it works pretty well.❞

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The question that Jae receives makes his smile grow just the bit wider-- was he new here? Technically, no. His soul had been here for the past 80 years now, but then there’s also the whole-- his physical body coming back, so then he supposed that he was new here? Or at least, new to this who had been living here since he was dead.

But either way, he just plays along with the other male, letting out a soft hum as he rocked his head back and forth, “I’m not too new, no. I guess you could say that I don’t leave my place too often?” His nose scrunches up just the slightest bit at his lie, but he quickly turns the conversation around, one hand motioning towards the painting once again, “So are you an art student, or is this just a hobby?”

Company

He blinks once, then twice. Surprised at the other’s reply to his rude comment. He was somewhat at a loss of words, staring at the other. “…Thank you..I guess.” he says quietly, feeling slightly bad towards the other. He always wonder why people find the need to have a conversation with him when there was a trillion other people in the world, but he didn’t bother complaining. 

“My name is Taeyong.” he says. looking at the other curiously, trying to decipher what his deal was. He was slightly strange. It intrigued him. “Are you new here?” he blurts out, setting his materials aside as he places his full attention to the other. “I’ve never seen you before…it’s weird.” Taeyong may have been anti-social, but he did take notice of the people around him. Or he tries to–just to avoid any awkward situations where he doesn’t remember someone’s name. 

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Silence was something that Jae had grown to admire, or really, was forced to accept after... well, dying. Being nothing but a spirit was interesting: it was getting used to walking down the streets and not hearing your steps along the sidewalk or the layers of your clothing brushing against other or the accidental ‘I’m sorry’ muttered by strangers rushing to get past you. There was none of that in the afterlife, you were never noticed, you were just-- silent.

So now that, by some unknown miracle, he was given the chance to be physical for the hours of the night, he was definitely taking advantage of these moments. Wandering all over the cities and hearing the night as someone that could actually feel and hear and be seen by everything. And it’s on one of these nights where his attention gets caught by another being walking some feet ahead of him-- a girl that was honestly just his type, and although it had been years upon years since he had tried talking to an actual human girl, it was always worth the try, right?

And with this in mind, he smooths down the fabric of his shirt and jogs the few seconds until he’s caught up to the female, his finger just barely tapping onto her shoulder to get her attention on side-- before he quickly appears on the other, that dumb, perfectly rehearsed smile on his lips as he begins to speak, “Y’know it’s getting pretty late-- A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking out here all alone, don’t you think?”

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Was he asking for too much? After the words had left his mouth, he could practically see the gears turning in Donghyun’s mind—trying to put everything in line and considering all factors that would play into just deciding how many minutes would actually be contributed to this “Jae Time.” And to be completely honest, the ghost was expecting something like thirty minutes, which was enough to maybe go into downtown and do some sightseeing…. Probably do what all those love-struck college students do and just walk along the river and talk about their lives, but when they’ve been alive for decades, and more than half of that time wasn’t spent with each other--… Well maybe, that wasn’t the greatest option.

So when he does an answer it’s three times as much as he expected, the excitement in him continues to boil up, because that means more places to visit and more moments to share with Donghyun, and shit—he didn’t know the circumstances of his physical being just yet, so he was definitely going to cherish these 90 minutes to the absolute fullest. Exactly what they were going to do: he didn’t know the specifics at the moment, but he did know one thing.

And the words, “Will you go on a date with me?,” the obviously hesitant and airy words lacking his usual confidence, escape through his lips before he can thoroughly process them, his hands tugging Donghyun a few more inches closer (for what reason, he doesn’t know, instincts maybe). 

He probably should give him a few moments to really decide his answer, but time is ticking and so is his nervousness which is building more and more, and honestly, he hasn’t felt this flustered in such a long time. He forgot how annoying it was the feel the warmth of blush crawling onto his face and onto the tips of his ears, how obnoxiously loud the pounding of his chest could get and how he could sometimes feel it in the back of his head—so he continues speaking, “Yes or no, hyung, because you’ve given me—probably 85 minutes by now, and we need to get moving—“

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“hour thirty.” the words are slow and hesitant, but the way he nods in affirmation should give the other some reassurance that he wasn’t joking. it was just– one day. thirty minutes more than the usual hour. that should be fine, right?

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Blue is a very nice color on you. I think most colors would be.

The male blinks down at his clothing then up at the other, sincerely confused about the statement-- compliment that was just given to him? Random was the only word he could use to describe it, aside from true of course, so he only gives a few nods in response, slow and very hesitant nods, “I can’t say that I disagree. It’s hard to find anything that’ll look bad on me, man.”