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“Good because I don’t like coffee very much. Tea and orange juice sounds good, I’ll pay since I was late. I feel bad for always being late.” The male admits as he flashed him a smile. “I’ve been good dancing, working and avoiding my parents. They found some stuff in my room so they are pissed.”

“Oh, alright, but I could get us those without paying at all.” He chuckled lowly, raising a brow then. “Ah, the parents problem. But hey, you should hide that stuff somewhere better. Or give it to me.” He stuck out his tongue teasingly.

“That’s not fair,” he chuckled. While feline, hazel eyes weren’t that indiscreet in his observation of the other, he still tried to look for anything that spoke of danger or cautiousness. Spirits weren’t his forte, but the more intuitive part of himself seemed to know there was no reason to be wary right then. “I asked first after all,” he winked. “But fine, I’ll humor you. My name is Kibum.”  ♚

The small smile remaining on his lips, he tilted his head. “You seem to want to ask more questions though. Or am I wrong?” With a soft chuckle he loosened his stance, stuffing both hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “Why so curious?”

Normally Taehwan was very friendly, he’d rather smile and joke than pull the scary card, but when he saw the other wasn’t human he had no idea what to expect, so he went on the offensive first. He was clearly bigger than the other, but that by no means meant he was stronger or faster. In the supernatural world physical appearance accounted for just about nothing. 

As soon as his eyes could focus again, he raised his hands in defense, staring up at the unfamiliar male. He hadn’t exactly expected to be seen at all and now he probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights - and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “Whoa-- calm down there, mate.” He tried to ease the tension in the room, not sure if it was working.  The guy obviously wasn’t human, even with his rather ordinary attire and demeanor. “I.. was just curious, okay..?” He wasn’t exactly scared, but the male surely did a good job at seeming intimidating and as long as Jjong couldn’t be sure what he was dealing with he preferred to play it safe. “There’s not many people working at this hour. I mean no harm.. and I sure hope you don’t either.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to read the other male.

(via difficult)

Taehwan had felt the eyes on him, had felt the others presence but wasn’t going to let the intruder know he knew he was there. Tae casually set the sand paper aside and with long strides made it from the garden up the stairs to the back porch and inside, going through the rear dining area, through a door and into the kitchen where he pressed his back to the cold white tiled wall, easily able to see a clear line to where he had been working on the large piece of oak, if he leaned forward just a little. He waited for the other to move, he could see the back yard so if the intruder moved in a little more he would be able to identify if he was a threat or not. Taehwan had already had to deal with one hunter in Seoul and he didn’t to just randomly start attacking people, but he wasn’t going to blindly walk up to a potential threat either. 

He stepped out into the dim lights of the street, curiosity luring him closer to the old building and his owner, who was about to skip into the shadows of the back porch and disappear inside again. A disappointed huff fell from Jjong’s lips but he didn’t hesitate long to let the winds carry him onto the premises, his eyes jumping from one workplace to the next. It really seemed like the unknown guy was working on furnishing and reestablishing the building in the middle of the night.  Jjong knew of people who preferred the dark when working, most of them creative minds who needed the calm of night, but this was entirely different and he couldn’t help peeking further, letting the air drop him gently onto his own two bare feet on which he silently stepped inside the building. The guy had disappeared into it and Jjong could almost hear the winds whispering to him that he was close. Caution had never been one of his virtues.