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Taeho widened his eyes as he realized he should had waited and resist temptation that the chocolates brought along and pouted in sight of Dal with a mouth surrounded by chocolate and crumbs as the evidence of his crime, but knowing he had still a really good amount of them left after the rendezvous Halloween adventure from store to store, seeing he didn’t had courage either to approach people and ask them for sweets, neither to open the door to strangers, he smiled and extended a sweet he was guessing his friend could like.

This would be yet another year where Taeho had hoped he’d be able to go trick or treat or at least join in the fun and give some to people ringing in, instead of having the lights out, to signal that that wasn’t a house to ring, but as in other years, he had Dal’s company for certain, along any good movies they could pick from a list -- Most probably not horror themed either as Taeho didn’t had the courage for those either, but it either way was still fun and a meaningful habit they managed to create.

He could not talk ​so easily at times when meeting people face to face and definitely could be awkward there and have some difficulty too to take in what he was told if people didn’t gave him time to try to understand what was being said, but that didn’t meant he wasn’t communicative either!

Taeho did like to join in writing forums or other communities for writers, to polish his skills with the help of others, by sharing some of his personal pieces of poetry, he was entertained by seeing other people’s writings and overall was a reader, so besides liking books, he got to read fiction from new promising authors at his own timing and say to them in the comments or their own page how they had liked it.

This time around, he was excited, reading a new novel he just found around the site and once finding the courage to, around by the forth chapter and finding already so many surprising twists in the story, he clicked his way around to the author’s page and left her a private message, wanting to show his support:

Oh wow! I am loving your story! Only finished now the forth chapter and I am pretty sure I won’t be able to hold myself in and read more soon enough. What will happen to Mathilda? Will Marcus be able to reveal his truth without issues? In the start of the story, I wondered what was off about him, but having that insight with a new character and getting to know that he might be a vampire is surprising and it all due to that new hunter coming to town to catch someone and keeping Marcus under his eye! It’s as if you really can relate to Marcus and see things from a vampire perspective and the way you make him sound so wise and from really old ages -- Just wow. I wish I could immerse myself to a point this deep with my own poems! Saying this, don’t also feel rushed to update, I just really felt like showing my appreciation and love for you as the writer and the story you so generously put in the world and this site for everyone to read.

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

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Taeho pouted as he sent the person he has been talking to over at least almost a year a message, so they would know what he discovered and although he had a feeling he knew what could be happening, he also still gave the latter the reason of a doubt. Seeing that they could had their pictures taken from another person or maybe something else could had happened.

The male waited for a reply as he held to his phone and was afraid to read or hear whatever could come by from the other side of the line. He had suggested in the past that they could had face-timed or just called one another when finding themselves too busy to type over replies, because he felt like after a while he was trusting enough of the other to give that step with them, despite his issues, but the other always refused, which he respected nonetheless and could understand, but he never denied that it sounded a bit fishy after a while and now the more as he found the same pictures he was sent in the possession of someone else and with another name.

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘔/𝘍/𝘯𝘣

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:  𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴.

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So, I noticed you had a kitty and lost it...

Taeho smacked his lips as revealed the scribbled words with a dark blue marker on one of the notebooks he had laying around to be able to communicate with people. 

I think I found your kitty and have them at home now. 

The male added with a smile once flipping the page to write something new and then did one last flip to tell the neighbor that they could come at any time they wanted to get their beloved pet back. The male had waved to his neighbor countless times by now, listened to their music once in a while when the other would put a few tunes loud enough for him to catch them and they surely also heard them listening to music or working on his own, but never did he ever had the chance, neither the courage to speak to them directly.

He had a hard time speaking in public when it came to people he didn’t knew of, but did knock on the neighbor’s door on two different occasions to give them back their pet when he found the feline on the streets by itself when Taeho was on his way back from a reunion with his advocate. Yet, as they didn’t open the door at those times, but now seemed to be at home and near the window, he gave it another shot. After knocking on his window and scribbling the notes for them to read, he gently took a hold of the feline to show the pet to them in his arms and smiled.  

The male felt nervous to finally get to know the neighbor personally and still would need his notebook to communicate, but was confident that he would be safe and possibly having a newfound friend in them soon, after all, they did communicate through the window before, even if not using any words until now.

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

(𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

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When managing to wake up from his sudden slumber than he didn’t managed to stop himself from falling into, Taeho heard what the latter had to say to him and in response he could only smile and giggle slightly the same time he nodded, before he actually gathered his things and left the bus. He remembered his heart pounding in his chest due to the surprise he felt when first realizing that he was still on the bus and that he lost consciousness, his body stiffened when having someone else so close to him speaking to him in a rush, which took him sometime to concentrate and to do his best to not feel overwhelmed by the whole situation, since the last thing he would want was to cry on a bus -- Despite it barely having anyone in and finally, on the next day, once he recognize the person that helped him to reach his destination right on time, no matter how scared if first found himself, he took the initiative to seat by their side and got his notepad out the backpack he carried around, to scribble a note to the other, seeing he wasn’t able to speak to people right out the bat without trusting and knowing them well first.

Thank you again for yesterday. You really helped me there!

He again smiled shyly to the latter as he showed them what he wrote and glanced down at his notepad after glancing at the person for a few seconds, afraid to be judged and also because his body simply was reactive. He wasn’t really the type to hate hugs or to crave for hugs, but was a between weird mix, where he could be clingy when getting to know people well, but until then he would rather keep it to himself. Things could be at times a bit complicated, but no doubt Taeho tried always his best to manage his issues.

Please explain to me why I should even bother to listen to you and possibly get hurt again?

Taeho held up his device with his scribbled out words as his mouth formed a thin lined pout and his eyes looked away from the person that used to be his significant other, that until they decided that leaving him for someone they had met only for a few months had been a good idea, or at least that is what he gathered from their situation. But now it shouldn’t’ even matter, neither did he thought it was a good idea to even type out his thoughts when he knew that he was beyond the stage of discomfort with them to the point he needed to hold his walls up high again and keep his voice and eyes out of reach, which was something he did when first getting to know someone. Even when he felt tensed and stiff, he wanted and thought he deserve some closure, an explanation and his stupid heart still did had feelings for the other, so instead of closing his door again or avoiding to attend to it, he was there, waiting for them to talk.