"Why do you know my name?"
The words were uttered from Jaemin's lips again and echoed pleasantly around the empty food court. Mark munched on some fries.
"Why don't you eat?" The spirit asked pointedly, a fry in hand as he gestured towards Jaemin who was sitting across from him, Mark's burger still warm and the fries dwindling in number. Jaemin didn't want to point out that spirits rarely ate either but he didn't want to derail the important conversation.
"I asked first, you know," Jaemin leaned forward and cocked one of his eyebrows up, "You answer first and then I answer."
Mark sighed and ate the fried potato that had been cut into a small, hand-held strip. He shrugged then. "I don't know. I just showed up here and when I saw you, your name popped into my head. Maybe we knew each other before we came here?"
Jaemin froze a bit at the questioning suggestion, his nails digging into his smooth palm. Knew each other...before he came here?
"Now you answer!"
Mark's sharp yet soft words cut into his thoughts and Jaemin startled, looking up at the boy who was holding out a couple of his fries. "You should eat, why don't you eat?"
Jaemin took the fries and put them into his mouth, a bitter taste of ash overpowering his taste buds. He coughed and gripped a hand over his chest. Even if it was faint, there had still been that hope that he would be able to taste the oily food.
Mark seemed surprised and Jaemin looked up, his fingers curling around his shirt fabric.
"It doesn't taste good."
"It doesn't taste good?"
"It doesn't taste at all."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
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Fais de Beaux Rêves | Markmin
FanfictionWhere do you go after you die? Theories spark dozens of religions and ideologies of spirituality. But they are merely theories, and nothing is certain except for the fact that one day you close your eyes and never wake up. One of the oldest human q...
