Midnight Neighbor ||18+

||Content With You {MN extras 3/?}

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"Well...out of everyone I could've ran into today, anything that couldve happened, can't say I expected anything close to this..."

Cigarette in hand, Marcelo, who appeared haggard with tired eyes, gestured to the air around them and mostly towards Jiho in particular who stood before him. Jiho stood his own ground, his back ramrod straight, tension seeping from his skin in waves.

"What can I say," Jiho shrugged , "Blast from the past?"

"Past?" Marcelo, the deviant he was, only laughed at that sentiment, "that's debatable, its only been what? -weeks? Since I saw you? I want to say, not much has changed with you Jiho, but damn, look at me," he laughed. It was evident he meant it in a very self depreciating way but to Jiho, who would rather rip his tongue out than admit to anything, Marcelo's words fell flat because Jiho quite...liked what he saw.

"I agree," Jiho appeased after a moment went by, "You look positively awful." He forced the words out but as his eyes roamed Marcelos frame, appart from obvious fatigue, he looked anything but that.

He simply looked older... strange how a few weeks of 9-5s and he looked more mature than he ever was. Jiho wondered, purely innocently of course, if Marcel had any gray hairs sprouting, now that would be a sight.

"Awful eh?" Marcelo shrugged and with a flick of his hand, sent more ash onto the pavement. Jiho didn't hide his disgust at that action. A small lecture at the man for going back to that dirty habit was burning through his throat but he bit his tongue, k knowing it was no longer his place to criticize.

"-All in all, I can't say I'm doing too bad, but this really isn't about me," he inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke, "You...Jiho, you're stalking me?"

Jiho felt a jolt shot through him, S-Stalking?!

He wouldn't dare let his incredulity show on his face, he only frowned at the man, "Free country." Because he sure as hell wouldn't have described himself as a...stalker.

Occasional observant, more like. Yeah, he preferred that. Jiho chewed on his bottom lip and watched Marcel raise an eyebrow at his words.

"So you say," Marcelo looked on, a certain edge not hidden in the gaze he speared Jiho with, "Once or twice would've been a cool coincidence but fuck that," he took a step forward, "I look around nowadays and there you are, half hidden somewhere, you gonna turn up at my job next? My home-?"

Damn, Jiho immediately thought, he didn't think of that one yet. Too bold even for a person like himself.

He really only succumb to this because Marcelo introduced him to a...vibe, yes, a vibe that no one had been able to match so far. No one. And a few weeks ago, only days into his vacation, he had even tried one of those secret clubs in search of someone, an what an absolute failure it was.

Jiho remembered collapsing into bed after chasing that man out, nursing his skin that was red from where he'd been tied up too tightly, completely fed up that no one seemed to get it right and then, in that one moment of weakness, he wondered to himself...'what on earth was Marcelo up to, where did he even disappear to?'

Every action that followed after that led up to today. This confrontation, if one could call it that, was long coming.

Jiho scoffed, "It has nothing to do with you," he chose the safest route, predictable but safe. It wasn't as if he caught any untoward feelings for the man. Jiho was funloving at his core, he missed...the fun and the nights of pleasure that came with it. "As i said, it's a free country, why do you care?"