I haven't written in two years, please don't come for me. I am writing this at 2am and not bothering to edit it so pray for me or something.
Wen Junhui has never been a spontaneous person, he liked to plan things and think them through thoroughly, at least if they were big decisions. Of course sometimes he tended to speak without letting his brain process what he was saying, but everyone does that.. Right? Yeah. Well, not everyone decides to follow another guy home on a whim. That there? Probably not the most relatable nor the most well thought out thing Junhui has ever done, but what could he say? He was always promising his friends he would stop being so planned and organized.
Junhui didn't know this guy, he hadn't ever spoken to him, and unsurprisingly the stranger had no idea that he was being stalked. If you were to ask Junhui what he called this, he wouldn't say it was stalking, though. He might say that he was 'Just giving the stranger some uninvited company on his walk home.' Simple as that. He wouldn't say that what he was doing was creepy at all, when in fact it was.
The stranger he was following had done nothing wrong to deserve this strange act, except catch Jun's attention at the wrong time. It wasn't difficult to catch the Chinese mans attention at all, but it was quite difficult to hold it the way the stranger did. Now Junhui didn't just spot the other man at the local supermarket and decide to track him down like some hungry feral dog, there was an explanation. The explanation wasn't at all an excuse for Jun's actions, but it was an explanation nonetheless.
Junhui was super into pretty things, shiny things that caught his eye, so when he saw the flier for the art show outside of his apartment building a few weeks earlier, he immediately made plans to go. As previously stated, he always made a plan for events like this, he even picked his outfit out a week ahead of time. He was always prepared for everything, because he had run through every situation in his head. What he wasn't prepared for was one of the photos he saw in the photography exhibit.
Up on the wall of the gallery was a large breathtaking photo of someone familiar, their entire face scrunched up in a perfect smile. The photo was obviously candid, and behind the person in the photo was a busy city street. You could tell that the smiling face was the center of attention in the photo, even though they were just passing by in the shot. The photo in the exhibit was labeled with one word, 'Bliss.' Now Jun couldn't help but to agree with the name the photographer had given the photo, and he only had one reason for that.
It wasn't some philosophical reason, or the fact that he could feel the energy of the person in the photo. It was because he was the person in the photo. Wen Junhui had been photographed by some complete stranger in public without his permission on the way to get his morning coffee, and he had never felt so betrayed by a stranger in his entire life. Now, Jun could have easily looked the artists name up on Facebook and sent them a bitter fucking McMessage about how he didn't want to be a part of his stupid photography and whatnot, but that was the problem. He didn't use his real name.
That was honestly the tipping point for Junhui, this little fucker signed it with a fake name. What kind of stupid photographer uses a fake name? And the worst part was the name itself, The8. What does that even mean? Junhui was gonna punch him for that. Hard. Well, probably not really, but its honestly the angry thought that counts, right? But overall, that's why Junhui decided to follow this stranger home, to give him a piece of his mind. And in his defense, the stranger did photograph him without his permission, so he was creepy first.
Jun was too lost in thought to realize that the stupid stranger had turned around and was glaring at him, arms folded across his chest like a grumpy child. "May I help you?" He huffed, puffs of smoke following closely behind his words while he spoke. Was it really that cold outside? It was early spring, and it was like Juns body had forgotten that it could feel temperature up until that point. "Hello?" The other boy spoke again, his voice obviously sounding a bit more agitated this time.
Jun cleared his throat, trying to plan what to say before he actually said it. "You took a photo of me-"
The stranger rolled his eyes, "I take photos of a lot of different people," he snorted, "Don't think you're special, because you're not."
Junhui felt very much attacked by that statement, and a tiny little bit of him kind of wanted to cry. What could he say? He was very in touch with his emotions, which made him very charming. Who doesn't love a man in touch with his feminine side, as well as his emotions? Jun was once again lost in thought, thinking about anything but his current situation. "-Me home."
"Excuse me, what?" Jun blinked, trying to recall what the other had just said.
The smaller of the two rolled his eyes, a move that Junhui actually found quite charming. "I said, just because I took a photo of you doesn't mean that gives you an excuse to follow me home."
Junhui shivered, not knowing if it was caused by the abundant bitterness in 'The8's tone or by the chill of the evening air. "I just wanted to talk to you about the photo you put in the art show, why you chose to take that specific photograph, or why you chose to enter that one." He stated, questioning the stranger without really using questions.
"Look, it's cold out here and I don't really care to chat out here, and there's no way I'm letting some guy who followed me home into my apartment. Just give me your name and I'll look you up on line or something, I don't know." Jun just noticed that the stranger was shivering, making him feel kind of bad for confronting him so late in the evening. "Tell me before I go inside and forget you exist." And all the previous sympathy was gone.
Jun sighed, he really didn't want to stand out in the chilly weather any longer either, "Wen Junhui, my name is Wen Ju-" He didn't even get to finish the entire statement before he heard the sound of a door shutting. He had no idea if 'The8' had even caught his name, and he was back at square one. he just decided to head home, deciding that being spontaneous wasn't the best idea.
