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Tonights sunset over 16th & 17th street. (Taken with instagram)
“We’ve become them, you know,” Jongin looks up from his pack of cigarettes as Joonmyun suddenly broke the silence between them. He stares at him with that questioning look, as if asking what he meant without breathing a word. Joonmyun meets his gaze with a half-smile that always seemed to grace his gentle features. “We’ve become the kids our parents warned us about.”
Jongin smirks as he pulls out a cigarette for himself and hands the pack to Joonmyun. “What, are you suddenly regretting it?”
He doesn’t respond for a moment, just gazes at Jongin like he usually does, with full intent, full focus, full attention. He looks away after a while, taking the cigarette pack from Jongin but never taking out a stick for himself. He stares off in the distance and focuses on something Jongin can’t pinpoint. He smiles after a while, and a brief and gentle laugh passes his lips. “No, not really,” he finally says. “Not at all.”
