I wrote two chapters, this chapter will have a lot of Jjong in it so I wrote another one, this one with a lot of Jjong and the second one with almost nothing. I will put them as '..(1)' and '..(2)'. If you do skip this chapter, it wouldn't be bad, I wrote both chapters like you could continue reading from both ends. Please skip this chapter if you think you're not ready yet. Anyways, I wish I could give you a big hug, please remember to look at the sky every once in a while~ <3

O also please note, while writing this I think I went a little bit too far sometimes so I think it may be a bit triggering (it's about vampires, only words, no actions!!) So I would sincerely like to apologise for that in advance <3

Key's eyes lingered around the arm on my waist, an odd feeling washed over me. 'The pleasure is mine, but if I may ask, what brings you to Marseille?' The question had been burning on my tongue, unfortunately I had let it slip before I realised that it wasn't my business. I could feel my stomach sink a bit at my bluntness, hoping that they wouldn't have noticed it, unluckily I was surrounded by three vampires who would even notice a single feather falling down on the other side of the ball room. Their eyes continuously flashed around the room, as if the tiniest sound would let them flinch, you would be lucky if their look caught yours, they barely let their eyes rest. 

A small twitch in the corner of Jonghyun's mouth betrayed my hopes, his pink lips slowly spread in a toothy smile. 'To answer your question, if you would be so kind,..' he mysteriously grinned, '... I would like to introduce myself properly.'  Something I never noticed until now was the way the little lights danced in his eyes, curling around his iris, making his eyes flash a bright gold color. His eyes seemed like the stars in the late evening sky, every star it's own value but only made out of the most expensive gold, reflecting what we are and how we where, every piece its own history but surely I wouldn't be surprised if he had witnessed most of that history too. 

His cheekbones were any artists dream, they would surely love to run their paintbrushes down his cheeks only to repeat the same movement over and over agai