#jongdaeofthedead

“or, in that one instance, taehyung in present time as of now moaning in my damn ear like a fucking INCUBUS”

“What’re you in for?”

"not really. they're more of a lighting thing."

He truly did love his job. Coffee had become such a central part of his life, and it was a return to normalcy to smell the coffee beans, to grind them himself, to brew them, and make every customer’s day a little easier to deal with.  He came home that night, a bright smile upon his face as he walked out of his beloved shop, seeing the familiar face waiting for him, just as he had been for months. The autumn had fallen into winter, and he pulled his coat over himself a little tighter. “It’s good to see you... Did you have a good day?” he asked, and his smile couldn’t be any happier to see the other. 

He’d been pushing around his food all night, nothing ever actually being eaten other than a couple nibbles. He was absorbed in his own world as he rested his fork on his plate, and he jumped as he heard Jongdae’s voice. Those beautiful brown eyes moved to Jongdae, a bit wide at not expecting the question. “N-Nothing’s going on,” he murmured softly, taking a bite, trying to alleviate the worry from him. Honestly, he’d been worried a lot lately over what happened when he became a wolf. He couldn’t remember any of it, and he wondered if he’d hurt people before Jongdae could have hoped to find him. He wondered if he terrorized children, or made men and women alike step away from him. He’d always been so sweet and so kindhearted…and now he was a monster. He hated himself for it. “You shouldn’t be so worried,” he waved off, taking another bite just to show that he was fine. 

Nothing really ..