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this isn’t what it looks like. (also welcome !)

After reading a rather intriguing part of his novel, Jonghyun leans back in his chair, sitting at a table amongst a few others in a cafe that he had found whilst walking the streets. It was a nice place, but while he was reading his novel (which he couldn’t have seemed to put down) his beverage had run cold.

He thought about drinking it, but the impending doom of cold coffee and the gross aftertaste turned him off that idea completely. Pushing the cup toward the middle of the table so that he could place his book right in front of him, Jonghyun looks around, considering the idea of bringing his coffee back and asking for another, willing to pay for a new one.

But instead, his mind is caught on the novel’s events. It was exciting, dark, dirty. Jonghyun even considered staging a re-enactment. In his deep thought, he had relaxed in his chair slightly, eyes closing as he imagined it all playing out by his hand and not the character in the book.

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he continued to think about it all, and when he had finally opened his eyes, bringing himself back to reality, his personal bubble had been broken, as the first thing he laid eyes on was the face of another. He could feel the stranger’s breath on his face, and Jonghyun tilts the chair back slightly, cheeks going red slightly in embarrassment and shock. Especially since he was thinking about suggestive things a couple of seconds ago.

“Uh, uhm. Hi?” Jonghyun clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

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This isn't what it looks like

Lately Jonghyun had been deprived of sleep, and because of it, he had started to become a little edgy. His eyes would dart from one side to the other, his hands twitching every now and then. It didn’t help that he had been pumping his body with not-so-good things, and right now, as he sat outside in some random park near his place, he had a cigarette between his lips.

Knowing the consequences, Jonghyun kept doing bad things and now he was paying for it. Kind of. Taking a long drag, he lets the smoke fill his lungs, paint his insides grey before blowing it all out, the nicotine helping his sleep-deprived self relax a little. The cigarette is at its end, and Jonghyun drops it to the ground, putting it out with his shoe.

Maybe a small nap would help. He rests his head back against the park bench, eyes slowly closing and he falls asleep in record time, not long after closing his eyes.

The cool wind is what wakes him up, and also the urge to eat something. He stirs slightly, reaching up to rub his eyes but his hand collides with something, and with a start, Jonghyun wakes, eyes wide as he sees a stranger leaning over him.

Again?

“Oh for fuck’s–” Jonghyun clears his throat, pushing the other away. “Are you for real?” As he slowly becomes aware of his surroundings, he stares at the stranger, and for a moment, notices that he’s seen him before. Somewhere.

But he can’t recall, and his eyes hold a steel gaze as he looks at the other, waiting for an explanation.

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"This isn't what it looks like"

Jonghyun had spent the last couple of nights in the Hotel, wanting to get used to the new environment that had just opened its doors to him. He hadn’t made any acquaintances yet, and class was finished for the semester, so the young man had time to kill.

Most of the day consisted of drinking, smoking, more drinking, and a few naps. Now it was the ‘nap’ part of the day, and Jonghyun had found a comfy booth to himself in the corner of the Lounge. Settling himself down between the seat and wall, Jonghyun rummaged in his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, but thick novel. He was never one to doggy-ear his pages, so he flicked through, until finding a familiar sentence. Perhaps the scenes played out on the page would soon come to life, now that he was part of the Ring.

Now he doesn’t remember falling asleep. His head resting comfortably against the cushion of the seats, novel in his lap. Jonghyun didn’t dream either, but when his eyes had started to open, he suddenly wasn’t so sure. It takes a few seconds for him to focus, but he sees a man, a good looking one at that, leaning in dangerously close, lips inches away from his own. “Uhm,” Jonghyun’s voice comes out in a small croak, and if he had waited another second, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to speak. “What do you think you’re doing?” his voice is stronger now, and Jonghyun sits up, shoulders aching from the position he was in.

The stranger was still rather close, so Jonghyun moves his hand, placing it in the centre of the other’s chest, pushing slowly. “Perhaps buy me a drink before getting close and personal?”

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