The person inched closer but then stopped, with still some distance between the two of them. It made him feel uncomfortable but it was still bearable, it was the amount of distance he needed if he wanted to run away and be faster than him. ‘Why would I believe you?’ he asked, the shakiness in his voice being very clear, he was nervous for what was going to happen but over all he was scared. He couldn’t trust people, at least not on a first meeting like this. 

"Hurting you is the last thing I'd ever even think of doing." He assured, his gaze rising again to meet the other's while a stern expression overcame him. He didn't know how he could explain himself without coming off as a threat. Certainly the boy would think he was crazy. 

It had been another one of those days in which Yejun had left his house after doubting for quite a while about whether to do it or not. It was still a challenge for him, to leave the house since it was like leaving his comfort zone and for someone who was as scared as him, it was certainly a big thing. He had plugged his earphones in and turned on his favorite song on repeat, it calmed him down while he left the house on his way to the park. The place he went to every single time he left the house. He didn’t get any further than the park or the local super market for his groceries, many people knew him around there already so they didn’t ask him a lot of questions, only when necessarily and he liked that — despite knowing they were all pitying him.

Though today, he must've been faltering. He'd gone (mostly) unnoticed all this time-- twenty years of his immortality was spent blending within the shadows until now. He halted his steps while the other jerked around, seeming to have felt his eyes against his back. Acting as though he'd been on his phone, he waited until the boy was at ease again, tracing the boy's steps in a sort of elusive manner when he continued. 

Joonmyeon looked far from intimidating, and he assumed that's why no one ever payed him any attention. His attire would normally be something along the lines of borderline formal, seeming as though he'd been on his way home from work or something equally as bland. You couldn't be a stalker (because let's admit, despite his good intentions, Joonmyeon was most definitely a stalker) with a look that would punch any bystander in the face; it just wouldn't work!

And so, Joonmyeon took all of the precautions, mastering the art of seeming casual to watch this boy all these years, and here he was. Here he was, staring him in the eyes, having found himself a bit too close, contemplating what words to say.

"W-Why are you following me?"

Joonmyeon swallowed hard, though his expression was as soft as it always was. "Oh," he offered a smile. "does it seem that way? I don't believe I am." He gave a chuckle, his head dipping into a semi-polite bow while he rubbed at his nape.

"Forgive me, Yejun-ah--" He wrinkled his nose immediately at his carelessness. How could he let his name slip his tongue? They'd never even been introduced.