Jaemin's shoes clicked across the pale tiles of the mall, the shifting colors of the universe above painting the ceramic with beige colors of blue and grey and orange.
It was quiet in the mall, most likely because the lack of one, annoying spirit, Mark Lee next to him. Jaemin's feet slowed to a stop, the guide drinking in the few and far moments of silence that he was able to gain. But then he continued.
Turning into one of the rooms he was the most familiar with, Jaemin's shoes were soaked with a light pool of water. His own personal island loomed in front of him and it was just the same that, as he got closer, it moved to look at a cabin.
His calloused fingers pushed lightly against the heavy, rarely used door, Jaemin having to push a bit harder against the door in order to get the metal hinges moving. His eyes moved, locking onto a head that turned to look at him.
"Hey."
"Hey."
The greeting was short, but not cold. Mark was sitting at the one small table in his room, a book turning over in his hands. Jaemin raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"What do you have there?" He asked and Mark extended it out for him to grab. He took it into his hands, turning it over to look at the entirety of the object.
"I don't know, I found it at the bottom of the wardrobe," was the strange response, Jaemin's eyes flickering over to the old, intricately designed wardrobe. He hadn't opened that in a long while, what could this possibly be?
Flipping the old, brown and leather cover open, Jaemin's eyes scanned over the empty front page with a bit of disappointment. There was an area for the owner to write their name, but it was completely void of any signature.
As was the rest of his search, the pages void of any writing or illustrations to give him a clue as to who the journal belonged to. He put it down on the table and Mark gave him a shrug.
"Any clue?" he prodded and Jaemin shook his head, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed nearest the chair Mark was lounging around in.
"No clue, I've never seen it before, but the make of it seems familiar," Jaemin pondered for a second longer before letting out a sigh and falling backwards onto his bed. "I'm tired of mysteries, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but mysteries make life fun, right?"
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Fais de Beaux Rêves | Markmin
FanficWhere 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...
