it couldn’t be. that’s what bonhwa had been telling himself for the past five minutes. it couldn’t be sinjae. sinjae was dead. well it had never actually been confirmed that he was dead but going missing in action and never being found again normally meant dead. bonhwa had mourned him, tons of them had mourned their fallen comrade. so it couldn’t be him. it just had to be someone with his face working at the café. someone with his face…and hair…and horns. it couldn’t be him.
the feeling only grew in his stomach though, watching the possible stranger as they moved around. he noticed they seemed to be clocking out for the day and he should leave it. whoever this guy was it was going to be embarrassing if he bothered him. bonhwa was just seeing dead people’s faces again, it wouldn’t be the first time. he’d seen jung everywhere in the first year after his death. but…he had to know. picking up his coat and jogging after the other man as he walked out of the café. he wasn’t too far down the street as he caught up to him. tentatively tapping his shoulder with a golden finger and for once not sure if he wished he was seeing things or not. “sorry i just- sinjae?”
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