mirror ;; 2jae

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youngjae gets home and he almost immediately grabs on to the talisman inside his pocket. he wants to see if the talisman really works, so he walks to the mirror.

now he's face to face with it.

he takes a deep breath, his grip on the talisman in his pocket tightens as he slowly lifts his free hand in front of him.

with a trembling hand and an erratic heartbeat he closes the distance between the palm of his hand and the mirror.

the mirror is hard and cold under his touch. he closes his eyes, afraid of seeing something unpleasant.

he stays still in that position, until his heartbeat settles down and he starts calming down.

after a while, he feels his palm get even colder, as if he's touching something else other than the mirror.

that something is colder and... soft?

he quickly tightens his grip, even more, on the talisman in his pocket. he shuts his eyes tighter, not wanting to open it any time soon.

"youngjae," says a voice too familiar for him by now he finds it's weird.

"youngjae open your eyes," the tone of the voice is calm, soothing even, and youngjae still finds it pleasing to hear just like the first time he heard it.

"youngjae please," the voice says again but this time with a more coaxing tone with a hint of pain, if youngjae isn't imagining things.

he wants to open his eyes to see whatever it is that has been messing or scaring him. but being the way he is, he's too scared to see something that might keep him awake at night haunting him.

"please i won't hurt you," the voice pleads this time and the desperation in the voice leaves a pang in youngjae's heart.

he takes a deep breath and again, grips on the talisman, that is now out of his pocket, even harder if that's even possible.

he slowly opens his eyes with the right one first.

he immediately withdraws his his hand from the mirror upon seeing the sight in front of him. he doesn't notice both his eyes opening wide from seeing what's in front of him.

it's a man.

a man with raven hair, piercing eyes, a pointed nose and two adjacent beautiful marks on his eyelid.

the man in front of him, or rather, in his mirror, looks stunning.

"wow," he unconsciously lets it out without thinking.

the man smiles, "hi youngjae," he says.

now his attractive voice becomes even more attractive to youngjae. but that's not the point right now, he shrugs his head hoping such thoughts will go away.

"wait, what are you?" he asks the man, or rather the figure in front of him.

his smile drops.

"i...i don't know either, youngjae i don't know," there's sadness laced in every word from his mouth.

"i'm sorry," is youngjae's immediate response, he doesn't want to hear that sad tone.

"not your fault youngjae, it's okay," he says.

"how did you know my name?"

"i heard it every now and then when your friends are here," he says casually.

"that's not fair, i do not know yours," youngjae says with a pout and it surprises him how comfortable he is getting with whatever it is that's in front of him.

"my name is jaebum"

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i dont proofread each chapters, but i'll do so after this ends. 😘 i might update again later (either this or my other story, late night conversations, please do check it out hehe), thank you for supporting this story ❤️