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Mark has been burying his nose in books as long as he known how to read. It was his mother’s patience and soft words that sounded out words in multitude of languages and flipped pages that were much too large for his small hands to even grasp. It was the lifeblood of his clan, the entire reason they were able to do the magnificent things they tried nowadays.

The ability to read paired with his memory, things ingrained into his mind through continuous repetition, were his greatest strengths. It was how he could rattle off incantations under his breath without a second though, the same reason he drew symbols for transmutation as second nature on every piece of paper he was given.

For all of his studying and practice, it didn’t explain what he was doing in a country where his tongue still tripped over simple words. It’s part of the same reason why he typically chose to hang out in areas where words weren’t always necessary; which explained his current perch on a barstool surrounded by intoxicated humans everywhere he looked. The sweating drink in his hand at first sip tasted of sweet pears before it was completely overwhelmed by the strong taste of the vodka that followed it. Mark took a tentative sip before placing the glass back on the bar. Virtually unknown, he seemed to blend right in with the crowd and the loud throbbing of bass made talking almost impossible. It seemed the first time all week that Mark could feel his shoulders finally begin to release all of the built up tension that had taken up residence in his narrow bones.

the whole place isn't something she is exactly used just yet. well—yes, she's been hanging out with others a lot lately, meeting parts of busan she didn't really think existed, enjoying her life pretty much like she's... human. or something like that, at least.

for someone who's been spending most of the few years not really interested in what happened around the city, sohyun is surely close to one of the most curious nixies nowadays. friends, clubs, drinks, that's all her life had been becoming ever since she stopped being so headstrong about her opinions about the human kind and let herself live a little.

sure, she knows well enough busan isn't a city made of humans only. as much as she exists, other naturals walk around and among them. not to talk about the fact of those who would hunt her if they ever remembered about her species existence.

sohyun's always been careful, though. even there, in a club, alone as her friends are dancing, she tries her best at paying attention to all the details—not only on how nice the club is, or how much fun she's having but also a bit alert to anything that could possibly go wrong.

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The first time Seokjin had visited this club, he’d been a little bit concerned about remaining anonymous without being one of those assholes who wear sunglasses indoors and, ironically enough, drawing more attention to himself than he would have without them. It was a pretty little place with enough appeal to draw customers in without making someone worry that they might get kicked out for being out of dress code. 

It’s a bit different from what Seokjin is used to from his clubbing days in Seoul- the clubs in Gangnam had been very strict on dress code and a little too over the top for someone who doesn’t dance- but the allure is there and Seokjin finds himself returning again and again.

He’s leaning lazily against the bar as the bartend makes him a drink, one with a name so obnoxious that Seokjin blushes through ordering it every time, when he realizes that he's yet to see Jinyoung. As much as Seokjin hates to admit it, the first time he’d run into the man, he’d been drawn to him. Normally, Seokjin is able to refrain from being too starstruck by handsome men- especially when he’s well aware of how handsome he himself is- but for some reason Jinyoung had caught his attention and refused to let it go. 

Once they’d actually spoken, Seokjin was shocked to hear the kind of snark that came from such a pretty face. It was almost off-putting at first, given that Seokjin was probably older than him, but by the end of the first night he’d spent chatting the man up he found it endearing. Sure, Jinyoung had a tongue sharper than Seokjin’s beloved cooking knives, but he was never quite outright mean and he was funny, dammit. Seokjin was most definitely charmed. 

It’s not until his drink is passed off to him and Seokjin’s attention is briefly drawn away from his embarrassing search, that he finally catches sight of that familiar face.