myungsoo's already halfway to the dancefloor when he sees him. tall, tense, like he doesn't belong but forgot how to leave. the lights catch on jindallae's skin, make the sharp lines of his arms look like sculpture, like fucking trouble. he's standing like someone dared him to show up and then ghosted, and myungsoo's into that. he's into the kind of guy who looks like he could break your heart and throw you over his shoulder, depending on the hour. and he sorta' looks like him and— wait?!
he’s close enough to speak, chest warm with gin and the way the bass is crawling up his spine, when the guy turns and says it, mindeulle’s name, all wrong. it stalls him, just for a second.
"fuck," myungsoo says, smile curling lazy at the corners like he knows a secret. he tips his head, lets the sweat at his temple glint under the light. leans in, "don't worry, i'm not here to haunt you. unless you're into that."
he doesn't touch him yet, just lets the space between them thrum. god, he's cute. like mindeulle, but rougher around the edges.
"name's myungsoo. he didn't tell me he had a twin? rude.” his tongue clicks against his teeth, "and here i am starting a family drama." he lets the silence stretch for a beat, eyes dragging slowly down jindallae's frame, then back up again. "so." he breathes, shifting forward just enough to make it a challenge, "you gonna keep looking at me like that, or are we dancing?”
dude's response takes jindallae aback. 'don't worry, i'm not here to haunt you. unless you're into that...' what the fuck is that supposed to mean? is he trying to be flirtatious? if so, he could learn a thing or two about how to brush up his game. typical of jindallae, he keeps his guard up; the combination of a mars-ruled scorpio sun and a cancer rising coming in handy during moments like these.
"what?" he asks plainly, his brows furrowing and his mouth angling into a soft scowl. he's not trying to start any fights, he just doesn't want to be fucked around with. besides, now that he's getting a good look at this person under new lighting, it hits him that he's, in fact, not actually mindeulle. thank god. this stranger is nowhere near as attractive as his twin, even in vibe and spirit.
though, more information is unveiled when myungsoo exposes that he knows mindeulle, making this encounter all the more confusing. jindallae regrets saying no to the psychedelics he was offered earlier. maybe they'd help make all of this make sense. "i'm going nowhere with you until you tell me what you're talkin' about, man. you tell me your name, but that doesn't tell me shit about you... like how you seem to know who i'm talking about, for one thing."
he doesn't cross his arms over his torso. he's not feeling insecure, nor does he want to give the impression that he's shrinking. if anything, he's saying all of this with his whole chest; his chin held high to further drive home the point that he's not interested in whatever game the other man is playing. "you know my brother. how? why?" if myungsoo wants to continue pussyfooting around the question, then jindallae will pretend like he doesn't exist and that'll be that, but he hopes that there'll be some authenticity and honesty from him.
"oh, and frankly..." pausing, he gives myungsoo a once-over, then grimaces. "you're not someone i'd want to dance with."



















