Ｍｉｎ－ｊａｅ .

you are everything; everything i need and want, wrapped into one.

… This close?﹙ Pulling him towards himself﹚You’re aware I want to give you my attention all day? I would want you to feel that way even when I’m not around. It feels that way for me.

Do I have to choose one? Min-jae, you’re not heartless …. Provide me both.

I think that you sense a kindred spirit. in what way, I'm not sure, I'll leave it up to you.

perhaps a little. I would like an answer eventually, though.

“… Do not think the l— length of our distance is of insult ….” Both, obscured by the late night dark. Except, the one who did not belong could remember every etch of Min-jae’s face. “I prefer… ——you do not let your eyes upon my being.”

No, not necessarily. I know you, it’s just, That opera singer. She’s pretty perfect isn’t she? Would you say the same thing about her?

And I believe you, naekkeo … So then; Perfect … To be enough?

“…hm… didn't think you would care, I mean there had been dozens of murders in the penthouse that you seem to ignore. Especially with all the shitty camera displays…”

Filling the silence with a small shift in his seat, enough time for Ha-joon to swallow down what he preferred to say. Instead, casting a reticent gaze on the performer; “And you?”

The lack of awareness concerning the abrupt presence caused Ha-joon to still. The voice, giving realization into who it was didn’t make it any better. Still; his fist remained. “Keep it to yourself.” Voice it’s usual haughty. “I have to wish in talking to you tonight.”