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[boyfriendnextdoor]

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[prophesee]

midnight is when things are just starting to get interesting.

[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?

[boyfriendnextdoor]

[ 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.

[prophesee]

maybe

[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?

[boyfriendnextdoor]

[ either he's stringing minjun along or he's being serious. minjun squints at his phone again, and then takes a deep breath. fine, okay. ]

You're generalizing again.

What started what, exactly?

[prophesee]

am i? smart people read, that's how they get smart.

your interest in all the weird creepy stuff.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

I'll try to take that as a compliment.

Why do you want to know?

[prophesee]

[it takes him a little longer to respond this time.]

maybe i'm interested in it too.

[it's not even a complete lie.]

[boyfriendnextdoor]

Sorry for saying this, but I find that hard to believe.

Why?

[prophesee]

why? because i'm rich? because i have a reputation as a playboy? sounds like someone might be generalizing~

i think i asked you first.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

Fine, sorry. You're right.

[ 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"?

[prophesee]

more...why you got into it in the first place.

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.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

That's a very personal question from someone I don't know.

[prophesee]

well i'm trying to get to know you but you keep acting like i'm about to drop a net on you.

my grandma used to come to my room every night.

she died three months before i was born.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

In my experience, that's usually what happens.

[ there's a moment before he replies again. ]

So. You see things?

[prophesee]

well you are kind of a catch.

i've never told anyone about any of this before. can i really trust you?

[boyfriendnextdoor]

[ ah. there it is, the pick up line that kind of... sounds weird coming from someone like haneul to someone like minjun. he's not about to trust that too easily. ]

Now you're starting to sound like that reputation you say is generalizing you.

[ but that aside. ]

Who would I tell? I've no interest in gossip. Besides, even I did, no one would believe me over you.

[prophesee]

what kind of booty call starts with talking about ghosts?

[he actually laughs to himself. but then...maybe that sort of thing would really work with someone like minjun.]

i don't know. maybe you have a sleep paralysis demon in the corner of your room.

but sure, sometimes i see things. my dead grandma. my neighbor's dog has weird eyes.

last week i saw that train crash that's been on the news. before it happened.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

I don't know, you tell me. I've not been booty called before.

[ minjun looks up to the corner of his room at that, feeling a little caught off guard. the dark blob of shadows there shift a little under his scrutiny and minjun bites his lip.

so.

it's not a prank, then. ]

You have visions. Premonitions? How is the dog's eyes weird? Does it only happen at night?

[prophesee]

believe it or not, i haven't made nearly as many of those calls as you might think.

[and then the questions come, and han starts to feel a little overwhelmed. almost panicked.]

i don't know...i break into a sweat and i feel a little sick. the doctor said it was a blood sugar drop or something but

they don't look like a dog's eyes. they're too...knowing. kind of human. he watches me, and yeah, it's mostly at night.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

But you have made them.

[ not that it's very important in the grand scheme of things. he's finally slowly sitting up in his bed, rubbing at his hair. he's going to be exhausted tomorrow, but... if this is a prank it's way elaborate and he's kind of curious. haneul seems distressed about it as well. ]

I'm not a doctor, but if it happens only when you see something, it's not a blood sugar drop.

Maybe you can understand animals better than others. Dogs know more than you think.

[prophesee]

i guess?

[is he in trouble? why does it feel like he's in trouble.]

i don't know. i just want to turn it all off.

so. that's why i'm here.

[well. originally it was a bet with his friends, and they still think that. but as haneul was gathering more intel, learning more and more about minjun...

he kinda got interested.]

[boyfriendnextdoor]

[ he won't be surprised if he finds out about the bet. at least not if it's something he finds out now. but later it might hit different. if there is a later. ]

That's not how it works. If I could turn it off, I would've done so when I was a child.

[ is that a hint to his own abilities? perhaps. it's not like he's ever admitted to anyone he sees stuff. he got used to it over time, researched it and even made friends with some spirits. surprisingly, (or not) they make for better company than the majority of living people. ]

[prophesee]

so what do you suggest i do?

i could buy some black hoodies too. we could hang out, wearing couples hoodies.

[boyfriendnextdoor]

I don't know. Get used to it? Embrace it?

[ eat some ginger for the nausea? honestly, he feels a little bad, because suddenly he's expected to be this kind of expert on it (well, technically he's more knowledgeable than most, but... still). ]

You want to hang out with me? I'm not a cure all for your visions... if that's what you're expecting.

[prophesee]

[embrace it. even the idea of that makes him feel a little sick. how do people get used to things like this?

maybe they don't. maybe minjun never has either.]

i know you're not.

but at least you kinda get it. i can talk to you about it.

i already told you, my friends would either laugh or run away.

[which makes him think that maybe they're not such great friends after all.]