[because that's a totally normal question at 3:15 am on a sunday night, coming from haneul "han" lee, wealthy and beautiful boy with the voice of an angel and local celebrity status...who seems to have taken a keen interest in minjun this week.
[ minjun can't think of anyone messaging him this late unless it's his parents with an emergency, so he blinks blearily at his screen with a tiny bit of trepidation before he just squints when the words float into sentences.
well. barely there sentences. because of course it's whoever this is again. after numerous messages, they still hasn't bothered to introduce themselves, so minjun hasn't bothered replying. until now, because he's typing it out before he can think. ]
[ minjun blinks. and then blinks again. this has to be a dream and maybe he's still happily sleeping. because why is haneul of all people messaging him? ]
What? That's very generalizing of you. Just because I wear black doesn't mean you can put a label on me willynilly and call it a day.
[ pausing, minjun sighs into his pillow. he's not about to get into a spiel at someone he barely knows and should barely even look at if he cared for whatever social rules everyone on campus seem to love to follow to a T. ]
Nevermind that. Why are you messaging me in the middle of the night? Or... at all?
[ minjun has half a mind to just turn his phone upside down, ignore it and go back to sleep. he groans and glares a the darkened shadow of the ceiling for a bit before another message comes in.
none of it makes sense. ]
At midnight.
You were thinking of me? Sure. If this is some prank, can't it wait until tomorrow?
[ minjun won't argue that. he doesn't always go to bed at midnight, usually it's a little later, or earlier, depending. but today was an early day and he just wanted the extra sleep, dammit.
he would probably have more compassion if this wasn't conveyed through text. as it is, his trust isn't very high, even as han insists. for all minjun knows, he could be throwing out a bad pick up line and minjun just happened to be the next guinea pig to be laughed at for falling for it. ]
How am I supposed to know? Maybe you need to sleep.
[ minjun knows what happens at 3am. it's a magical hour but he's not too enthused to start talking about that with a random stranger. unless... if he weirds him out enough, han will leave him alone. ]
Or maybe a ghost possessed you. 3 am is a time of unrest for spirits and demons. Perhaps they got hungry.
[ minjun sighs and rubs at his face. yes he can admit he got that fed back to him. he might have less than stellar experiences with han's... "type". but that's neither here nor there. ]
I thought you said you knew like twenty languages or something?
I'll be over after lunch, then.
[ it takes another couple of hours of his professor droning before minjun decides to forego lunch and go find ward.
stepping into the library is always like coming home, sometimes more than his dorm apartment, and minjun always breathes in the scent for a moment before he makes his way over to the front desk. ]
[ if you were to ask anyone on campus, they would tell you in a heartbeat that ward was one of the most cheerful people ever. honestly, ever, not even just on campus, but in general. he always had a smile for people, and a willingness to help, and more knowledge than he should about things that are obscure (especially considering that he was on a sports scholarship of all things, but he could also swim). but he was cheerful. helpful. and also one hundred percent a demon.
but like, details.
he grins at minjun as he comes in, and you would swear he was a hellhound with the way you could all but see a tail wagging at the other's approach.]
Minnie! Hi! Here. [ he bounces (yes, bounces) over, two books in protective casing in his hands. he slides them over to minjun, tapping his fingers on the cover (wow, he needed to repaint his nails, they were awful).] The second one also came in, on Middle Eastern dispelling rituals, that one I can read no problem if you have any issues. The Slavic one... well you might be on your own.
[ if minjun wasn't already aware of ward's identity, perhaps he would have been wary of him, with the way he knew more about odd topics than your regular jock should. hell, being in the library wasn't exactly somewhere you'd expect to find someone like ward, but he's a constant, breaking all the stereotypes there is. minjun admires it.
and ward being a demon isn't news to him, considering he accidentally summoned him once, and... well.
details.
he can't help his lips twitching into a vague smile as ward wags his imaginary tail at him, and he quickly averts his eyes, gently tugging open the cover to one of the books. ]
Mm, I think I'll be fine. I know someone who knows Slavic.
[ it's a little old lady that usually frequents his sad excuse for a dorm balcony. she's nice enough, and doesn't stare at him through the window when he tries to sleep. she hasn't told him how she died yet. she will, though, most of them do. ]
[ ward is the kind of person that would tell you that stereotypes exist to be broken. he enjoys making people question things, standards that have gone too long without question. he was often told that he was too kind hearted to be a demon, a cardinal of all things, but he would argue otherwise. he was what he needed to be when he needed to be it, and right now-- he needed to be ward, energetic and helpful ward.
the grin stays on his face as he leans against the counter, eyes on minjun so he catches the almost smile.]
Mmm, you do? That's good. You know if you need any help with some things, I'm here right?
[ he isn't sure he says it often enough, or maybe minjun just doesn't believe him. he waves off the thanks.]
It's no problem at all. But I mean it, if you need help...
[ minjun is aware he looks like a stereotype, that he behaves like half of one too. he doesn't care what people think of him, however. he's just minjun, and he's perfectly settled with that. ]
You're staring.
[ he looks up to catch ward's eyes in turn, unblinking, unaware that his mouth is still stretched into that vague smile. a rush of warmth travels down his spine as ward grins at him and minjun takes a breath before it settles somewhere at the small of his back. ]
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Date: 2023-02-12 05:01 pm (UTC)whatcha doin?
[because that's a totally normal question at 3:15 am on a sunday night, coming from haneul "han" lee, wealthy and beautiful boy with the voice of an angel and local celebrity status...who seems to have taken a keen interest in minjun this week.
totally normal.]
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Date: 2023-02-12 05:26 pm (UTC)well. barely there sentences. because of course it's whoever this is again. after numerous messages, they still hasn't bothered to introduce themselves, so minjun hasn't bothered replying. until now, because he's typing it out before he can think. ]
It's 3.15 am. I'm sleeping, like normal people?
Who is this?
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Date: 2023-02-12 05:31 pm (UTC)you are goth right? you wear a lot of black.
it's haneul. han? we took a comparative religions class together a couple of years ago? i was a blond then.
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Date: 2023-02-12 05:45 pm (UTC)What? That's very generalizing of you. Just because I wear black doesn't mean you can put a label on me willynilly and call it a day.
[ pausing, minjun sighs into his pillow. he's not about to get into a spiel at someone he barely knows and should barely even look at if he cared for whatever social rules everyone on campus seem to love to follow to a T. ]
Nevermind that. Why are you messaging me in the middle of the night? Or... at all?
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Date: 2023-02-12 05:50 pm (UTC)emo? but your hair doesn't look emo. your bangs aren't in your eyes.
[so much for not generalizing.]
i was just thinking of you. and that's what i do when i'm thinking about someone, i text them.
what time did you go to bed?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:11 pm (UTC)none of it makes sense. ]
At midnight.
You were thinking of me? Sure. If this is some prank, can't it wait until tomorrow?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:16 pm (UTC)[and terrifying. han sees a lot of things that he thinks are terrifying.]
it could. if it was a prank. but it's not, so no it couldn't wait.
seriously. it's 3 am and i was thinking of you. just out of the blue.
that has to mean something, you know?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:31 pm (UTC)he would probably have more compassion if this wasn't conveyed through text. as it is, his trust isn't very high, even as han insists. for all minjun knows, he could be throwing out a bad pick up line and minjun just happened to be the next guinea pig to be laughed at for falling for it. ]
How am I supposed to know? Maybe you need to sleep.
[ minjun knows what happens at 3am. it's a magical hour but he's not too enthused to start talking about that with a random stranger. unless... if he weirds him out enough, han will leave him alone. ]
Or maybe a ghost possessed you. 3 am is a time of unrest for spirits and demons. Perhaps they got hungry.
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:34 pm (UTC)[maybe he needs to sleep or maybe he got possessed by a hungry ghost, which is it? maybe it's both.]
how do you know all this stuff?
well i know how you know. you're in the library a lot. but what started it? did something happen?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:39 pm (UTC)You're generalizing again.
What started what, exactly?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:45 pm (UTC)your interest in all the weird creepy stuff.
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:48 pm (UTC)Why do you want to know?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:49 pm (UTC)maybe i'm interested in it too.
[it's not even a complete lie.]
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:51 pm (UTC)Why?
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Date: 2023-02-12 06:53 pm (UTC)i think i asked you first.
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:01 pm (UTC)[ minjun sighs and rubs at his face. yes he can admit he got that fed back to him. he might have less than stellar experiences with han's... "type". but that's neither here nor there. ]
What, why I know about "weird creepy stuff"?
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:03 pm (UTC)a lot of people run from that sort of thing for one reason or another. my friends either laugh at scary movies, or they won't watch them at all.
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Date: 2023-03-09 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-03-09 09:32 pm (UTC)And I'm in class, don't come here. I'll come by the library after.
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Date: 2023-03-09 09:37 pm (UTC)I can do that, I can go through the other bins and see if the other one is in too!
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Date: 2023-03-09 10:07 pm (UTC)I'll be over after lunch, then.
[ it takes another couple of hours of his professor droning before minjun decides to forego lunch and go find ward.
stepping into the library is always like coming home, sometimes more than his dorm apartment, and minjun always breathes in the scent for a moment before he makes his way over to the front desk. ]
Hey.
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Date: 2023-03-10 12:41 am (UTC)but like, details.
he grins at minjun as he comes in, and you would swear he was a hellhound with the way you could all but see a tail wagging at the other's approach.]
Minnie! Hi! Here. [ he bounces (yes, bounces) over, two books in protective casing in his hands. he slides them over to minjun, tapping his fingers on the cover (wow, he needed to repaint his nails, they were awful).] The second one also came in, on Middle Eastern dispelling rituals, that one I can read no problem if you have any issues. The Slavic one... well you might be on your own.
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Date: 2023-03-11 12:19 am (UTC)and ward being a demon isn't news to him, considering he accidentally summoned him once, and... well.
details.
he can't help his lips twitching into a vague smile as ward wags his imaginary tail at him, and he quickly averts his eyes, gently tugging open the cover to one of the books. ]
Mm, I think I'll be fine. I know someone who knows Slavic.
[ it's a little old lady that usually frequents his sad excuse for a dorm balcony. she's nice enough, and doesn't stare at him through the window when he tries to sleep. she hasn't told him how she died yet. she will, though, most of them do. ]
Thank you, Ward.
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Date: 2023-03-11 11:41 pm (UTC)the grin stays on his face as he leans against the counter, eyes on minjun so he catches the almost smile.]
Mmm, you do? That's good. You know if you need any help with some things, I'm here right?
[ he isn't sure he says it often enough, or maybe minjun just doesn't believe him. he waves off the thanks.]
It's no problem at all. But I mean it, if you need help...
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Date: 2023-03-12 02:52 am (UTC)You're staring.
[ he looks up to catch ward's eyes in turn, unblinking, unaware that his mouth is still stretched into that vague smile. a rush of warmth travels down his spine as ward grins at him and minjun takes a breath before it settles somewhere at the small of his back. ]
Help with what, the Slavic that you don't know?