He knows he stares too much at that sharp face, that he’s hanging on every slurred vowel of the voice rushing through sentences like there’s only one breath allowed per speech. It’s a touch deeper and mellowed with the passage of time—so much time, too much time—enough that maybe this isn’t who he thinks. He needs to listen closely to process the changes. And he doesn’t dare look away and miss something. Anything. Details. It can’t be him. Logic doesn’t stop him from crawling closer. From screaming the name lodged in his throat, that he has to say before he can’t breathe around it. It can’t be him. A single brush of fingers against his shatters his denial. The touch takes him back as though no time at all has passed, and his magic, his instincts—minimal as they are compared to a shifter—his everything seems to take flight. Within him, his magic surges and detonates, tearing through the barrier like tissue, and he knows. It can only be him. He couldn’t keep the name inside if he tried, and gods know he doesn’t want to try. “Hongjoong?” He knows immediately that he should have tried. Because Hongjoong looks at him with a spark of startled fear, maybe a hint of suspicion, and… nothing else.
A fresh ATEEZ #WIPwednesday snippet from my #FicYourFall project. Mr. Mystery can't stop staring... certain he KNOWS this person.
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