“what is there in sleep for me, taemin?” jinki had said. his smile was a lament. “dreams? where myself, the dreamer, is nothing but prey. i’ll be fine - awake and wandering.“

 

the thought of jinki - of taemin, by extension - being prey was so absurd he had to laugh. and later, slept well.

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minho, a hunter, finds himself following an unusual prey