Never seen a book that was actually written in Latin.
[he figured that much out from the faded golden title - though 'latin' was mostly a lucky guess.]
Don't you eat lunch? [he raises an eyebrow back at him. but there's a smile on his lips as he tries to loop his arm through minjun's.] I want to tell you about the dream I had last night, in case it turns out to be important.
There's a few around. And you got it right, it's in Latin.
[ the corner of minjun's lips twitch slightly though it never reaches an actual smile. it drops the moment haneul tries to connect their arms, but minjun just resigns himself to it. ]
I eat lunch. I meant this whole... fraternizing with people outside your circle. The mess hall isn't very secluded.
[haneul lets that sink in for a minute before grinning.]
Just kidding. I'm really not that rich. But there's a pretty good conveyer belt place downtown.
[he leads him out, pausing only twice to talk to someone he knows, but he really doesn't let them slow them down. when they reach his car, he slides his arm free to open minjun's door.]
Going to Tokyo just for lunch is a neat idea but also harmful for the environment.
[ he follows along easily, though mostly because haneul already has a hold on him and he already agreed. he stays silent when the other is chatting, all the way to the car. ]
[minjun's always been this way, hasn't he? or at least for a long time. that's the impression that haneul got earlier. he closes the door before getting in on the driver's side.]
It's only gonna make it worse for me. The visions, the weird shit. I feel like I'm being broken down.
[he blinks a few times at the genuiness of his own words, and how easy they are to admit to him. it makes him hum softly to himself before he pulls out into the traffic.]
[ he's had it ever since he can remember. the shadow in the corner, the little lady with the missing eye, the man without a head and a hand. he started talking to them once he got over the initial scare. they're... not bad.
the bad ones are what made him start looking into the occult more, so he could create wards and charms to eat least keep the worst of it away.
he turns to watch haneul as he drives. ]
Only if you let them. They hold no power over you, not really.
[haneul chews his bottom lip. the words sound good - very inspirational. he just wonders if he'll ever actually believe it.
he drives in silence for the rest of the way, and then hops out to get minjun's door again. he likes being a gentleman, ok. they find a booth inside, and from there are free to choose the color-coded plates that go by their table.]
Most of them are harmless, but they can tell when you're afraid, uncertain.
[ he picks at the cuff of his sleeve as he speaks, and watches the city scenery pass them by. minjun is perfectly content being quiet the rest of the ride too.
and he only gives haneul a confused look as the door is opened before he even is halfway there to open it himself, but... all right, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth. ]
['most' of them are harmless. what happens when it's one that's not? what happens when they sense that he's afraid?]
Huh. That's interesting. [haneul smiles and gestures for him to take the first plate. california rolls are so fresh. but chili mayo is a little spicier.] So you have a hidden side. I could've guess that.
[it's genuine, but han realizes after the fact that it sounded very much like some kind of a line. he tries to shrug it away with an awkward little smile.]
[ minjun turns around to look at haneul better, mild surprise reflected in his eyes. ]
Just like that? And not because I know "creepy weird things"?
[ yes he's still going to say it like that until haneul stops. minjun cocks his head to the side, even as he grabs another sushi plate passing by them. the other seems genuine enough, and he can't find any reason to distrust him. his voice softens slightly. ]
[ minjun just watches haneul for a moment, unmoving, until he turns to pick up another plate of sushi. he has to blink back at the other though, the mild surprise still evident in his expression. ]
You want to be friends.
[ it's a statement, not a question, and minjun simply picks up one of the sushi pieces with his fingers. making a point, maybe? minjun shrugs. ]
They're actually finger food, if you're being traditional.
[is that true? he thinks so... some of his friends are the greatest, but he thinks minjun is different. haneul grins brightly when he picks up his own. yeah, definitely different.]
That's exactly what I was doing. I just didn't want you to think I was being snobby or something.
[he says, with his cheeks suddenly filled with sushi and rice on his bottom lip.]
[ just like that. it doesn't feel all that much like something he'll regret.
and he might have had some prejudiced thoughts about haneul but that was mostly the first hour. now though...
well, clearly haneul isn't being quite himself, or he's trying hard not to, with how he quickly deflects, and minjun tilts his head slightly to watch him stuff his mouth full of food.
[ minjun for one is very content being left alone, thank you. and he wouldn't imagine anyone would be interested in him in the first place. he's into books, not people.
slowly he raises an eyebrow at haneul, gauging how much of that was an innuendo and how much was a serious question. ]
Are you really asking that because you want to know?
[books are written by people, generally about people. sure, they lack some of the unpleasantness that can come with dealing with people, but it's hard to escape them entirely.
escaping haneul can be damn near impossible when he sets his mind to it.]
I only ask about things I want to know. Otherwise it doesn't enter my mind at all - oh, tempura shrimp! [he stands up to reach for a plate before it even reaches them.] There are two, want one?
[ so far, minjun is taking this in stride, taking haneul approaching him and for some reason showing interest in him in stride. because he's not sure if he believes it quite yet.
and haneul is strangely charming in a way minjun didn't expect. his mouth feels stuck in that little half smile again and he nods a thanks to the shrimp sushi. ]
I dream of shadows, mostly, or dead people's wishes. Sometimes it's clear enough I could seek them out and help, but most of the time it's just images.
[haneul places one on his plate. but sushi is pretty much forgotten immediately after. shadows, dead peoples wishes. a shiver goes through his body. is that what's going to happen to him?]
[ he doesn't mention that the images more often then not are graphic, gory, murder victims showing him their last moments of life, ghouls rising from the grave... haneul seems spooked enough from the little he says already. ]
I used to. But finding a conclusive answer is more a headache than helpful. And I've must have read every occult book I've found in the city at this point.
[ plopping the shrimp sushi in his mouth, minjun tries to look a little apologetic, because he knows how haneul is probably feeling about it all. it was himself once too. ]
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[ wouldn't hurt to open one once in a while. the internet doesn't have as much occult info as books. ]
Mm, sushi is fine. [ he just raises an eyebrow ]. We're really doing this? Lunch.
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[he figured that much out from the faded golden title - though 'latin' was mostly a lucky guess.]
Don't you eat lunch? [he raises an eyebrow back at him. but there's a smile on his lips as he tries to loop his arm through minjun's.] I want to tell you about the dream I had last night, in case it turns out to be important.
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[ the corner of minjun's lips twitch slightly though it never reaches an actual smile. it drops the moment haneul tries to connect their arms, but minjun just resigns himself to it. ]
I eat lunch. I meant this whole... fraternizing with people outside your circle. The mess hall isn't very secluded.
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his brows jump a little.]
I'm confident enough to make my own choices, including who I hang out with.
[he doesn't care about his friends seeing them together. in fact, it would be a good thing in accordance with their little bet.
which he really doesn't want to think about right now.]
But they don't have good sushi there anyway. I know a better place.
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All right then. What better place?
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[haneul lets that sink in for a minute before grinning.]
Just kidding. I'm really not that rich. But there's a pretty good conveyer belt place downtown.
[he leads him out, pausing only twice to talk to someone he knows, but he really doesn't let them slow them down. when they reach his car, he slides his arm free to open minjun's door.]
Did you get any sleep?
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[ he follows along easily, though mostly because haneul already has a hold on him and he already agreed. he stays silent when the other is chatting, all the way to the car. ]
Not really. It's not unsusual.
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[minjun's always been this way, hasn't he? or at least for a long time. that's the impression that haneul got earlier. he closes the door before getting in on the driver's side.]
It's only gonna make it worse for me. The visions, the weird shit. I feel like I'm being broken down.
[he blinks a few times at the genuiness of his own words, and how easy they are to admit to him. it makes him hum softly to himself before he pulls out into the traffic.]
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the bad ones are what made him start looking into the occult more, so he could create wards and charms to eat least keep the worst of it away.
he turns to watch haneul as he drives. ]
Only if you let them. They hold no power over you, not really.
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[haneul chews his bottom lip. the words sound good - very inspirational. he just wonders if he'll ever actually believe it.
he drives in silence for the rest of the way, and then hops out to get minjun's door again. he likes being a gentleman, ok. they find a booth inside, and from there are free to choose the color-coded plates that go by their table.]
Do you have a favorite?
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[ he picks at the cuff of his sleeve as he speaks, and watches the city scenery pass them by. minjun is perfectly content being quiet the rest of the ride too.
and he only gives haneul a confused look as the door is opened before he even is halfway there to open it himself, but... all right, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth. ]
The California rolls. Chili mayo...
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['most' of them are harmless. what happens when it's one that's not? what happens when they sense that he's afraid?]
Huh. That's interesting. [haneul smiles and gestures for him to take the first plate. california rolls are so fresh. but chili mayo is a little spicier.] So you have a hidden side. I could've guess that.
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[ minjun raises an eyebrow even as he takes the plate, and going to find the mayo on the table as well. ]
Interesting? It's just food.
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[it's genuine, but han realizes after the fact that it sounded very much like some kind of a line. he tries to shrug it away with an awkward little smile.]
I want to get to know you better. I mean it.
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Just like that? And not because I know "creepy weird things"?
[ yes he's still going to say it like that until haneul stops. minjun cocks his head to the side, even as he grabs another sushi plate passing by them. the other seems genuine enough, and he can't find any reason to distrust him. his voice softens slightly. ]
That's a first.
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[he's kind of at a loss to explain it himself. still, it's not the strangest thing to happen to him lately - not even close. he feels his smile grow.]
Since we're friends now, how much are you gonna laugh at me if I eat with my fingers?
[he's bad with chopsticks. minjun might've noticed.]
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[ minjun just watches haneul for a moment, unmoving, until he turns to pick up another plate of sushi. he has to blink back at the other though, the mild surprise still evident in his expression. ]
You want to be friends.
[ it's a statement, not a question, and minjun simply picks up one of the sushi pieces with his fingers. making a point, maybe? minjun shrugs. ]
They're actually finger food, if you're being traditional.
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[is that true? he thinks so... some of his friends are the greatest, but he thinks minjun is different. haneul grins brightly when he picks up his own. yeah, definitely different.]
That's exactly what I was doing. I just didn't want you to think I was being snobby or something.
[he says, with his cheeks suddenly filled with sushi and rice on his bottom lip.]
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[ just like that. it doesn't feel all that much like something he'll regret.
and he might have had some prejudiced thoughts about haneul but that was mostly the first hour. now though...
well, clearly haneul isn't being quite himself, or he's trying hard not to, with how he quickly deflects, and minjun tilts his head slightly to watch him stuff his mouth full of food.
a corner of his lips curve slightly. ]
Wouldn't dream of it.
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well. this way works out better for him.]
What would you dream of? [he chews slower, mouth still full but eyes locked on minjun.] When you do sleep, what do you dream of?
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slowly he raises an eyebrow at haneul, gauging how much of that was an innuendo and how much was a serious question. ]
Are you really asking that because you want to know?
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escaping haneul can be damn near impossible when he sets his mind to it.]
I only ask about things I want to know. Otherwise it doesn't enter my mind at all - oh, tempura shrimp! [he stands up to reach for a plate before it even reaches them.] There are two, want one?
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and haneul is strangely charming in a way minjun didn't expect. his mouth feels stuck in that little half smile again and he nods a thanks to the shrimp sushi. ]
I dream of shadows, mostly, or dead people's wishes. Sometimes it's clear enough I could seek them out and help, but most of the time it's just images.
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Do you ever wonder why it's happening to you?
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I used to. But finding a conclusive answer is more a headache than helpful. And I've must have read every occult book I've found in the city at this point.
[ plopping the shrimp sushi in his mouth, minjun tries to look a little apologetic, because he knows how haneul is probably feeling about it all. it was himself once too. ]
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