“How can two people so alike be so different?”

Sehun shrugged and crossed the drafty room, eyes set on world outside the window. He exhaled slowly, letting his warm breath fog up the glass plane before answering.

“I don’t know, Jongin. Some things are best kept a mystery I suppose,” he breathes, voice soft and thoughtful. Jongin takes a moment to assess this and then nods. 

“I guess you’re right. But,” he joins Sehun at the window, “aren’t mystery’s the most intriguing?”