#nxostalgia

          Perhaps he can be a bit too curious at times, dark gaze lingering on others for what most would deem an uncomfortable amount of time. He typically has the decency to feel embarrassed and admit his shame when caught, but this time, he is the one to approach the other before they notice his eyes filled with interest, and the confusion that laces his features. He has been watching the man from his seat on a park bench for a while now, after all, and he can only keep his loose jaw shut for so long before he finally decides to speak. 

       The entire building was like this; demons, portals, and even a suffocating room to accommodate the few lost souls due for processing. The only difference between this facility and the underground one was that it was enchanted to look normal. Businessmen and women bustled around the floors, copiers and machines printed-- there was even a break room with stale muffins. But one could never be too careful around humans.

       Joonmyeon took no time at all to reach the lobby, straightening his tie and pushing his annoyance to the side. After all, his most important job was playing his part.

       “Hello.” Steps had taken him straight to the boy with short hair and a camera around his neck. Joonmyeon had given a polite bow, but that camera had snatched his attention.

       “You’re a photographer, aren’t you? You didn’t happen to take any pictures while you were in here...right?” His smile didn’t falter, but his gaze was now sharp.

She’s standing there, feet planted onto the ground with her eyes peering over at the door. Questioning silently if he arrived safely back at home. It’s an unusual feeling, reuniting with people who she considered close to then somehow they disappeared out of her life when she was struggling in isolation. And how did she know about this? Mutual connections lingering around until this day. Lips lightly pressed together in thought, wondering if this decision of hers was a mistake due to wrong timing on her part. 

Shrugging her shoulder casually at the thought, knuckles immediately pressing against the door a couple of times. Seems to be endless by the way she doesn’t stop after the third time they hit the hard surface. ❝Myung’!❞ Calling out, her voice rising in order for him to open the door quicker. If he was home at the moment that is. Hana didn't care, she just wanted to finally see the older male after so long.