Your son has a gift. He can see those who have died, whose bodies no longer remain, who have left only their spirits behind. He can see spirits. Protect him, keep him pure.

A man had come to his house, he was wearing white, except for his shoes, those were black. He was also wearing glasses and had a necklace of brown beads hanging around his neck that clanked against the coin that hung around the black string he was also wearing. The two necklaces clanked every time he moved.

He didn't seem bad just a little strange— kept saying stuff that his mother and father would nod at, then they would turn to look at him.

Jeongguk was sitting at the table in their living room, he had been playing with two stuffed cloth dolls his mother had made him, a house made of light and brittle wood was on the table too. No words came out of his mouth as he bounced the dolls on the table.

He can see spirits.

Jeongguk knew.

Because sometimes he would go into the woods by their home with his father, there he'd see people. But they weren't alive. Their color was dull. Almost see-through. Almost blue. They wore the same clothes he sees on TV when his mother watches dramas, they wore the same plain hanbok's the actors wore. He knew they were plain because he could see the roughness of the fabric, where some threads hung loose.

The people looked lost, sad, dirty. One time, when he got lost in the woods, he saw a person with what looked like blood on them, their clothes looked darker in some spots and there was a big hole in his head. Jeongguk felt bad for that man, was terrified.

None of them spoke to him, they never do. Except for—

"Ya! Jeongguk-ah," there was a man— no, a boy maybe? He looked younger than his dad but was older than Jeongguk, "do you know who that man is?" His name was Min Yoongi, he's always been next to him since he can remember. He shook his head, Yoongi clicked his tongue, "your parents shouldn't let strangers into the house so easily."

Jeongguk didn't say anything, just went back to bouncing the dolls on the table. Yoongi leaned on the table, resting his arms on it and his chin on top of his arms. Watching him play.

"Honey, who's with you?" His mother was approaching him, her hands gently resting on her stomach.

His father turned away from the man to look at Jeongguk, "he doesn't talk, is there a reason for that?" The strange man looked over at Jeongguk who looked back at him before returning to play.

"Siwoo! It's not a bad thing, if Jeongguk doesn't want to talk then he won't. He will when he's ready." Jeongguk's mother sat down on the couch behind him, petting his hair gently, Yoongi leaned in closer.

His father huffed, "I'm not saying it's a bad thing but if time is what he needs, then time he'll get." His father wasn't a bad person, he loved him a lot, told him every time.

Both his parents were good people, loved him so very much, so gently that whenever his mother hugged him he felt like he was floating and when his father held him he felt like he could do anything. Jeongguk loved his parents.

"Jeongguk-ah," Yoongi was looking at him, "are you afraid of me?"

Yoongi always asked him that, Jeongguk never minded. shaking his head the little kid went back to playing.

Siwoo was just about finishing the conversation with the man, going ahead of him to open the door, no one noticed the look that he gave Jeongguk, no one but Yoongi who glared.

It was after the man had left did Jeongguk's father come back, a plate of cherries in his hands that he set down on the table as he made himself comfortable next to his kid.

"Jeongguk-ah," his father paused for a few seconds, not at all expecting a response. "Can you tell us the name of your friend?"

His father was passing back some cherries to his mother who smiled softly at him when he turned to look at her. Next to him, his father started to rub his back."You don't have to if you don't want to." His mother's voice was gentle as she pet his head.

Turning to Yoongi he saw him in the same position, cat-like eyes looking at him lazily, he lifted a brow. Yoongi didn't care.

So Jeonguk didn't either.

"Min Yoongi."

Jeongguk's voice was soft as he spoke the name of his friend. His mother's and father's hands froze in their movements before continuing.

His father spoke, "I hope Yoongi keeps you safe," he was staring at the same place Jeongguk was looking, a knowing smile on his face.

That day was the last day he saw his parents alive because when night fell his parents weren't breathing anymore.

Yoongi had shaken him awake, he looked like he was in pain, his visage was shaky and blurry. Jeongguk couldn't remember the many times Yoongi had touched him, only remembering how warm his touch was, his hand was cold.

"Jeongguk, listen—" Yoongi paused to gasp as his hip looked like it was burning, a little sound escaped his mouth but Yoongi was quick to cover it with his still cold hand, "no, listen. Look at me," Jeongguk ripped his eyes away from the older boys hip to look at the angled face, "I need you to leave, climb out of the window."

A memory of his mother telling him that climbing out of the window was bad came to mind, Yoongi was there, nodding to what his mother was saying. Without a word, he walked over to the closed window, getting on top of the small stool there. Moving the curtains aside he unclicked the satchel that held the two panes together.

Something about the way Yoongi was shivering and still burning told him he should be quiet, and so he was. His small three-year-old body shook as the cold of the night hit him.

Their house was old, windows low, and lengthy. Still, the drop was a little too high for someone as small as him but before he knew it he was already off of his stool and on the grass of outside. Yoongi was standing inside his room, still burning.

"Go Jeongguk, hide in the woods, I'll go get you in a second." Jeongguk didn't want to go, he'd see that man with the hole in his head again, "it's okay," Yoongi smiled at him, he must be in so much pain, "I'll be right there." Jeongguk swallowed hard and loud before running to the woods.

Shadows swallowed him whole, engulfing him in blankets of dark light. Jeongguk felt himself shaking, from fear and from the cold. There wasn't any wind but it was so cold. It was so warm during the day.

Hiding in a bush Jeongguk watched his house, he could see his open window from where he was. Could see the side of the front porch but Yoongi was nowhere in sight. Where were his parents?

Just when he was about to move the door to his room burst open, it hit the wall so hard that Jeongguk flinched from the sound all the way in the woods. The man from earlier in the day was there, he was dragging his mother by her hair, she was struggling.

Tears started to well up in his eyes and Jeongguk felt his lips trembling. His mom.

Where was his dad?

"What the fuck?" The man's voice was loud and mean, unlike when the sun was out, "you bitch!" He slammed his mother onto the ground, "where the fuck is the little runt?! Where did you fucking hide him?!" He was screaming and kicking at his mother.

Jeongguk's fingers twitched from where he was grabbing at his pajama shorts, his legs were starting to hurt from being crouched for so long. Branches irritating his soft skin.

"Chung-cha!" It was his father's voice, he screamed and then there was a bang. Making the little kid jump and blink his eyes close. Opening them just as quickly as he closed them.

"I don't know!" His mother was screaming, no one would hear them so far into the country, "I don't know where he is." The man sighed, pulling something out from behind him.

Jeongguk couldn't see clearly, the only light was coming from the moon, but he's sure he's seen that shape before. In the movies, his father liked to watch, the thing bad guys always carried.

It was then that Jeongguk noticed the man wasn't wearing white anymore, "fucking useless, stubborn bitch."

There was a scream tearing up through Jeongguk's throat, but when it was about to leave his mouth a hand covered his mouth, "ssh." Then one covered his eyes and he was pulled into someone's chest, he felt so warm. "It's okay, it's okay, you're okay."

His body still jumped at the bang and his eyes still watered but Jeongguk was just so warm.

Suddenly he was being picked up and moved around. His head resting on someone's shoulder, Jeongguk's eyes were still closed but tears were still falling down. Things were happening around him, people speaking but Jeongguk couldn't process them for the life of him.

"Who are you— hey, that kid you got there. Better hand him over or I'll kill you."

Bang.

"What the fuck? What— no, please— wait, wait, wait! NO! PLEASE, NO!"

Crunch.

"Hey, boss, what's the ma— what the— you fucking—"

Crunch. Squish.

The arm that was holding him up shifted him so that his head was resting against the person's chest. Yoongi.

"Stop! Ple—"

Crunch. Squish. Splat.

Silent, it was silent for a few seconds before Jeongguk was able to open his eyes. The room was red, the walls, and the floor. Something on the floor was covered with a white sheet, that was clean.

"Jeongguk," he turned to look at Yoongi, his eyes were black, rimmed around with irritated red skin, "are you afraid of me?"

Yoongi's voice was the same deep, sleepy drawl it always was. Just that now it was a lot quieter. Was Jeongguk afraid of Yoongi, with his black eyes that twinkled at him, in a really pretty kind of way?

"No."

No, Jeongguk wasn't afraid of him at all.

Yoongi had a habit of rubbing at his neck; he'd massage the area and sometimes scratch it. His hand would almost always be resting on his neck. It was like something was bothering him. When Jeongguk would look at him like he was asking a question, Yoongi would smile at him and tell him it was nothing.

It had to be something because sometimes he'd look like he was in pain.

After that everything was a blur, his aunt had picked him up from the police station in the other town over, she was crying and hugging him. Jeongguk let her because she smiled nice, and felt warm, not like his mother but like she would protect him.

Yoongi stayed with him, stood behind him as he waited outside his house for the police to come back with his stuff, stayed him in the car as his aunt drove them to her apartment in Seoul. Was right next to him as he cried at his parents' funeral. And stayed with him on his first day of school.

He was five now and sitting at a table in his kindergarten class, all the other kids were talking with each other in groups, no one was talking to Jeongguk. Cookie, he had brought one of the dolls his mother made him, was in his hand, his aunt had fixed it from the few times it had ripped at its seams, thread pink and pretty against the always clean white.

Yoongi was sitting next to him, arms folded on the table and his head resting on them. "I'll play with you when we get home, 'kay?" Jeongguk nodded, bouncing the doll up and down, not saying a word.

"Hello!" The voice was loud and sudden, coming from the side Yoongi wasn't on, there were two boys, one with dark brown hair and the other with black hair, almost like his own, "your mom's really pretty!" His smile was boxy.

Jeongguk shook his head, Yoongi lifted his head, lazy gaze on the two kids.

"No?" The other boy spoke up, voice soft as he tilted his head.

"She's my aunt." Jeongguk had taken to talking while with his aunt, she and Yoongi had told him he didn't have to, he wanted to. "I don't have a mom anymore."

The boxy smiled fell from the boy's face and the one with the soft voice seemed to wilt a little, Yoongi was patting his head.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Jeongguk gave them a small smile, it always cheered him up when Yoongi smiled at him.

"Okay, if you say so!" The boxy smile was back, "my name's Kim Taehyung and this is—" he was cut off by a soft but loud voice.

"And I'm Park Jimin, what's your name?" Jimin was looking at him, Jeongguk felt Yoongi's hand go away from his head, a yawn.

The two boys were waiting for him to answer and Yoongi hadn't said anything, "I'm Jeon Jeongguk."

The first time the two boys found out Jeongguk could see ghosts was when they were playing over at his house. Jeongguk was ten and the other two were eleven, they were playing Jeongguk's new console game. He's pretty sure they were trying to mess with him but he sees dead people so that's kind of hard to accomplish.

"Jeonggukie," Jimin was sprawled out on his bed next to Taehyung, Jeongguk hummed, "I heard that the basement's haunted, wanna go check it out?" There was a teasing tone to his hyung's words. Looking over at him as he sat at his desk.

It was though; the apartments were new. They were built over an abandoned nunnery-- really old nunnery. He'd gone down with Yoongi when he saw a child ghost in his bathroom one day before school.

"It is." The words were out of his mouth before he knew it, Yoongi lifted his head from where he was laying on the floor. White shirt clean, always clean, black pants always clean, perks of being a ghost.

Taehyung sat up, "and you this how? You've been down there?" He was looking at Jeongguk with squinted eyes, the younger boy just started at Yoongi, the older teenager looked over at his friends and nodded. "What are you staring at?"

Jeongguk stood up from his chair, "I wanna show you something, come on hyungs." Jeongguk walked out of the room, taking with him the flashlight he always had on his desk. Both kids followed him, giving each other confused looks. "Auntie! Aunt Hye-rin! I'm going to the basement with Tae and Jimin hyung!"

His aunt was showering, "okay! Be careful! Yoongi-ah! Take care of him!"

She was a medium, couldn't see them but could hear them, speak with them. Yoongi grunted, "yeah!" Calling back to her before patting Jeongguk's head.

Jimin was confused, "Yoongi? Who's Yoongi? Does she mean your flashlight?" His hand was intertwined with Tehyung in their nervous kind of way, Jeongguk smiled at them, full force and bunny-like. Yoongi huffed out a 'rude' from beside him.

"You said you wanted to check out the haunted basement right? Then let's go!" Jeongguk walked over to the door and slipped his shoes on, waiting for his friends with the door open.

Taehyung sighed, "I swear Ggukie, you're so weird sometimes."

Yoongi chuckled from where he was walking beside him, "says the guy who believes there are rabbits on the moon." Jeongguk turned to look at him, Yoongi wasn't looking back at him, "it's cute though."

"Seriously! Who are you looking at?!" They were in the elevator, Jimin was clinging onto Taehyung at this point, "you don't have access to the basement how are you go—" He stopped talking when he saw Jeongguk type in the code for the basement. "Where the fu—"

Jeongguk giggled, they were cute. Yoongi chuckled next to him too, "Yoongi hyung got me the password."

"Who is he? I've heard you and Aunt Hye-rin mentioning him, but who is he really?" Taehyung was clinging onto Jimin just as tight as he was to him, Jeongguk turned to look at Yoongi who lifted a brow, shrugging.

Jimin gave a dry chuckle, "okay! That is it! Gguk, you're scaring us! Who do you keep looking at?" The older kid looked like he was on the verge of crying, the elevator dinged. They were there. Doors opening revealed a dully lit room.

Jeongguk turned his flashlight so they could see better, he walked out first, Yoongi following him, Jimin and Taehyung right after him, unknowingly.

"Yoongi hyung, can you show yourself?" Jeongguk stopped walking a few seconds later, they were more or less in the middle of the room, Yoongi stopped walking behind him.

"God that sounds so fucking lame." Yoongi stood barefoot in front of him as Jeongguk turned around, Jimin and Taehyung stopped walking. "But I guess it does do it."

Slowly Yoongi started to glow a little brighter, a dull shade of color started to spread over him, pale skin, pale black hair, pale jeans. Pale.

Jimin and Taehyung stared at him, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Yoongi just looked down at them, "boo." It was all he needed to say before the two dropped to the ground with a scream. Yoongi started laughing as he walked over to the kids, "hey now, why are you so scared? Get up, the floor looks like it's dirty."

Sighing Jeongguk walked over to help his hyungs up, Taehyung was crying, "wha— what the, ugh, Jeongguk! Is he Yoongi?"

Jimin sniffled, his hand still interwind with Taehyung's, "he's a ghost!"

Jeongguk walked away from them when they had stabilized themselves, nodding, "he is." Jimin sighed, big and loud and heavy.

"Why aren't you— you, I don't know? Freaking out?!" Jimin waved the hand that wasn't holding Taehyung widely in the air.

"Because I've always been able to see ghosts?" Jeongguk shrugged, holding his flashlight a little awkwardly. "Yoongi hyung's been with me since forever, he's not scary. I promise." Jeongguk smiled at his hyungs.

The last thing he wanted was to make his human friends be scared of his ghost best friend, it would be har did they were. Because there was no way he'd abandoned Yoongi, not in a million years.

Taehyung started at Yoongi, long and hard. Before clicking his mouth open, "you're really pretty." It was blunt and random, completely Taehyung.

Yoongi sputtered a little, Taehyung wasn't wrong, Yoongi was pretty. Sharp cat-like eyes, pouty lips, they might've been pink if he were alive. Dark eyes and a cute nose. Pretty.

Sometimes Yoongi would trace his neck, drawing little shapes or lines. His touch was never heavy or deep, never cold. Always warms. It helped Jeongguk sleep, always helped him relax, Yoongi would look at him with wide eyes, it would make his heart stir a little, beat a little faster.

There were times where Jeongguk would wake up in the middle of the night to find Yoongi sitting on the side of his bed, arms folded on the mattress his head on top of them.

He was massaging his neck, he looked like he was in pain, eyebrows furrowed but his eyes were open and looking off into space.

"Yoongi hyung?"

His head snapped to look at Jeongguk, his eyes wild. "Sorry." He was coming to, "go back to sleep Gguk."

"Are you okay?" Jeongguk was about to move over to the ghost, about to bring into bed with him, he was so pretty.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, it's going to be okay."

He smiled and Jeongguk was out like a light.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin. Those three were odd. Yoongi wouldn't be around him the first few times Jeongguk hung out with them. At first, he had thought Yoongi didn't like them but soon found out he couldn't be around them.

"I don't know Gguk! It's like I blink and them bam!— I'm back home!" Yoongi was sitting on his desk chair, Taehyung and Jimin on his bed. "It's fucking weird." They could see him now, of course, the had help from Jeongguk's aunt. Necklaces made of leather and a special bell are proof of it.

Jeongguk furrowed his brows, "do you guys think they know about Yoongi?" He was in his last year of high school, Taehyung and Jimin in their freshman year of college now.

"Maybe? I mean, it's not like Yoongi ever leaves your side willingly," Taehyung was on his phone, "but it's weird."

Jimin flicked his eyes away from the TV to look at his best friend, "what is?"

Taehyung sat up from where he was almost hanging off the foot of the bed, "it's weird that they haven't mentioned anything yet. Because I don't know if you guys have noticed but those tattoos they have on their arms, they're pretty hardcore and identical." He turned his phone so they could see the screen. Three pictures side by side, they were of Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin.

"Call them over," Yoongi stood up from his chair, "now." He looked over at Jimin who nodded and took Jeongguk's phone, quickly texting Namjoon. "Gguk, I know you hate it when I fuck with people, but I've had enough of it."

The three living people looked at the ghost in maybe— awe? His eyes were starting to dilate and splurge out black, rims getting red. They've only ever seen this Yoongi once before, twice for Jeongguk. When a guy had tried to mug them on their way back from a movie.

Jeongguk nodded, "just don't kill them." He stood up to go talk to his aunt.

Yoongi sighed, "thank fuck, maybe god is real." Jimin laughed from where he was leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"Namjoon hyung's asking why we want them over." Jimin looked up at Yoongi who was cracking his bones, wow even ghosts.

"Tell them you to want to introduce them to a long time friend of Jeongguk's," Jimin nodded, clicking away at the phone.

"They're gonna be over in 10."

Just them Jeongguk walked in with a tray of food and drinks in his hands. It was impressive. The tray looked heavy. But by now it was no surprise, Jeongguk was a small kid but when his growth spurt hit he took it in strides, working out and beefing up. His features went from cute younger brother to brother's hot best friend, or so Jimin put it.

"Jesus kid," Yoongi whistled as he went over to pat Jeongguk's head, had to reach up. "You're taller than me, for fucking sure stronger than me, and soon— you'll be older than me." Yoongi smiled as he looked in awe at Jeongguk, his cute gummy smile.

Taehyung got off from the bed and walked over to the food that Jeongguk had put down on his desk, "hyung," he took a cookie, "how old were you when ya'know, passed away." He pointed at him with his cookie.

"19," Yoongi crossed his arms and jumped a little off the ground as he floated, moving so he was laying down, his head hanging low.

Grumbling came from the bed, "I wanna do that too, but!— I don't wanna die just yet." Jimin got off the bed with a hop in his step.

The front door opened and closed, Hye-rin had just left, Jeongguk told her about what was going to happen and she decided that she would love to see the video later. So she went out to have lunch with her friend.

"Hyung," Yoongi nodded at Taehyung, "how long have you really been with Gguk?" He was back on the bed, a hand under his chin as he ate his cookie. Jimin and Jeongguk too were looking at him. His best friend's eyes felt a little too heavy on him.

Yoongi thought about the question, they had all been together for a very long time, it's okay. "Since he was born." Jimin's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. "I mean I was already in the house before his parents moved in, and he was born at home so— since birth."

Waking over to Jeongguk, Yoongi patted his head, smoothing out his hair before walking over to Jimin and Taehyung. Patting both of their heads at the same time. "Cute."

A knock on the door and then Yoongi vanished. The three of them startled before rushing to the front door, opening it they were met with the easy-going aura of the Namjinseok trio. There wasn't any time for them to talk before they were pulled in by Jimin and Jeongguk, shoes pulled off by Taehyung before they were dragged off to Jeongguk's room.

"Bring him back!" Jeongguk slammed the door shut behind him, blocking it when Namjoon made a move to open it. "Bring him back!" This time lower in pitch.

Seokjin sighed, "we have no idea of what your talki—" Taehyung interrupted him.

"Yes, yes you do. So bring our hyung back." His voice too was lower, deeper than Yoongi's ever was.

"We really don't know what—" Hoseok had tried to talk but Jimin was glaring at him.

Namjoon sighed, rubbing at his forehead, "look, it's for your own good. You have no idea what that thing is capa—" Jeongguk felt his blood boil, 'thing?'

"My Yoongi hyung isn't a thing!" He was screaming but right now he didn't care. How dare he! How dare Namjoon call his Yoongi hyung a thing! Like he knew anything about him. "You don't know him, at all!"

Taehyung looked about ready to pounce on Namjoon and Jimin was grabbing the nearest object, Jeongguk's flashlight, ready to crack his skull open.

"Really?" Seokjin snorted, "he's a ghost, a very powerful ghost and he's latched himself onto you, honestly. We're surprised you're even alive." He sounded confident and really, Jeongguk had never wanted to punch someone as much as he wanted to punch Seokjin right then and there.

Jeongguk growled, maybe snarled, "bullshit." Hoseok looked at him like he was crazy, "that's a load of fucking bullshit."

Namjoon walked closer to him, "oh yeah? And how would you know? You're just a little kid who named the fucking thing that killed your parents, aren't you furious at him." Jeongguk heard Jimin and Taehyung gasp, they knew the story, he had told them. Back when the entered high school, he had cried into Yoongi's chest. The ghost who comforted all three of them.

It happened before he could even think about it, he punched Namjoon, it hurt his hand but he could tell it his face even more. Taehyung jumped at Seokjin and pinned him to the ground, Jimin chucked the flashlight at Hoseok and right after he went to push up down onto the floor too. Namjoon was still standing so Jeongguk punched him again.

"Shut the fuck up! You know fucking nothing! You weren't fucking there, how could you say Yoongi hyung killed my parents! I saw it! I heard it!" Jeongguk was on top of Namjoon, his face getting hot with anger, "heard the two gunshots! I heard it! Saw that man drag and kick my mom!" He grabbed and twisted the fabric of Namjoon's shirt, he was crying. "Yoongi was hurt! He was burning! And still, he saved me! He was hurt!" Jeongguk was gasping for air.

Tears were falling onto Namjoon's face, they weren't his, they were from the boy on top of him, nose red and eyes angry.

"Do you how scary it is to see burn marks on a ghost! He's fucking dead and he has burn marks! He didn't have those before! Yoongi hyung killed the people who killed my parents! The people who were going to take me away! So shut the fuck up bring him back!" Jeongguk was crying even harder.

Slowly Namjoon reached around his neck and ripped the necklace away. Out of nowhere, the room was draped into in a shadow, the flashlight that Jimin had thrown at Hoseok began flickering and Seokjin started praying. The shadow disappeared as fast as it got there.

"Fucking asshole," in the middle of the room there stood Yoongi, his eyes black and red-rimmed. He was looking at Namjoon but then caught sight of Jeongguk on top of him. He gasped. "Jeongguk-ah."

The teen got up from Namjoon and stumbled over to Yoongi, falling to his knees before he reached him, "Yoongi hyung," Jeongguk practically whimpered as he buried his head into Yoongi's stomach. "Yoongi hyung!" This time it was louder like he was taking a gasp of fresh air as Yoongi shushed and cooed at Jeongguk, running his hands through the boy's hair.

Taehyung and Jimin got up as well, waking over to Yoongi and hugging him, one person on each side.

It was like that for some time, Yoongi doing his best to calm all three of them down, his eyes were still black and red-rimmed.

"Jeongguk, Taehyung, Jimin," Yoongi's voice was soft, "are you afraid of me?

The three of them stopped coddling him and pulled away, in unison, "no!" It sounded firm.

"Who the fuck are you?" Black eyes stared at Namjoon, his tone changed immediately. "Answer me."

Hoseok got up, "we were here to take care of Jeongguk." He looked at the teen, "looks like we did a really shit job." He laughed in that high nervous way of his. "Um, you must be Yoongi?" Hoseok was starting to stand up, hands visible at his side.

"I know you," Yoongi glared into Hoseok's eyes before turning to look at Namjoon and Seokjin, "I know all three of you." The ghost sounded like he could barely believe himself.

"What?" Seokjin stood up, walking over to help Namjoon up, "how? You're a ghost, you barley leave Jeongguk's side, how could you possibly know us?"

Yoongi's hands shook, "My name is Min Yoongi, I was nineteen when I died and I'm from Daegu. That's all I know about myself, all that I can remember." Jeongguk could feel the hands of the ghost shake in his hair. "I don't know why I was in that house, why I was in Busan-- or how I died but-- but when I first came to three couples were in the house." Taking in a shuddering breathe Yoongi paused.

"The house was empty, there was nothing around and I remembered feeling sad, feeling like I was missing someone." Everyone was looking at Yoongi as his black eyes bore into empty air, "they had three babies and I remember feeling like I needed to protect them but I couldn't move-- everything was a little blurry and my head hurt a little and-- and." He paused again to take a breath of air, Yoongi was dead. "Then they started crying, the couples, they looked around and cried and I felt sad, really sad." Yoongi was crying, his lips were trembling and Jeongguk couldn't remember a time when he had seen Yoongi cry.

"I called someone, their name, his name was. Jeongguk."

The ghost looked down at Jeongguk, his eyes back to normal, dark brown eyes wide and teary and then he was gone. His eyes looked so sad so heartbroken so much in pain.

No one said a word, not a single one of them, Jimin and Taehyung were shaking. Jeongguk was still on the ground, arms hanging uselessly at his side, he was still crying. Where was his Yoongi hyung? Where did he go? He felt cold and his legs are irritated.

"Jeongguk!" Namjoon was kneeling beside him, "Jeongguk! I need you to look at me," he had his head hanging low and it swayed with the way Namjoon kept shaking him. "Have you ever looked up the history of your old house?!" Seokjin and Hoseok were trying to console Jimin and Taehyung.

Jeonguk shook his head, "I've never asked, I-- I don't know if Yoongi hyung will let me." His words were slow.

Namjoon huffed, "there's no time to ask him, hurry. Come on, let's stand up." The older man stood up, bending down to help Jeongguk lift himself up, struggling a little.

Without a word, Jimin walked over to the desk, sitting in the chair and turning on the laptop that always stayed there. Naver was soon on the screen and he turned to look at Jeongguk, both of their eyes were red and wet, the younger teenager nodded, looking defeated. Jimin turned back to the laptop, Taehyung went to hug Jeongguk. He let him.

Several things popped up when Jimin typed in the direction of Jeongguk's old home and the word 'deaths' after it. Most of them were of his parents but after scrolling down they saw something different.

'Young Man Takes His Own Life And Another. Murder-Suicide."

Jimin clicked on the link, the first thing that they saw was a polaroid picture of a young man, he was holding his chin in the crook of his thumb. A sweet smile on his face, no gums but it looked nice. His skin was pale, maybe it was the flash, his lips were pink and his black hair was neat and covering his forehead in bangs.

It was Yoongi, he looked happy.

Jeongguk felt his heart stop, maybe skip a beat. It hurt.

Seokjin started to read, "Police officers from a small town in Busan were called one early morning on the 1st of September, 1999," they turned to look at Jeongguk, "to a small country house. The door was wide open and no lights were on. Upon entering they found two bodies, one was was of a man near a piano, a gun in his hand, and a gunshot through his head." Seokjin paused, taking a deep breath, "the other man was sitting at the piano, his arms and head resting on the instrument. He had been strangled to death."

Jeongguk thought back to how Yoongi always had his hands on his neck, always touching it, his own. He felt sick and sad and sorry.

Jimin scrolled and Seokjin kept reading, voice a bit shaky, "the young man who shot himself was 18 years old was Jeon... Jeongguk..." Seokjin looked over at Jeongguk, on the screen there was a picture of Jeongguk, maybe, a polaroid like Yoongi's. He was wearing a yellow jacket. He wasn't smiling but he looked happy.

"Gguk, that-- that's you," Taehyung's voice was trembling as he held Jeongguk tighter, Jimin was crying.

No time was given to process everything before Seokjin kept going, "Jeon had a history of misdirection and self-destruction and violent tendencies, he had been going to therapy before he left his home city in Busan." Seokjin got closer to the laptop so he could scroll, "The other man's name was 19 years old Min Yoongi who had been suffering from depression. He had moved to Busan looking for 'something new' or so his friends say. They had lost contact with him soon after his move, around the same time Jeon had gone missing."

Another shuddering breathe, "it is thought that Jeon had gone crazy with anger, his therapist was worried something would set him off but before he disappeared he seemed rather tame and happy. His snap might've let to him killing Min Yoongi and then ending his own life. Nothing is known for sure." A pause, "when the police left the scene for back up and returned Min Yoongi's body was missing, a note was left in his place."

'My dear Yoongi,

I love you so much, I hope you know that. I tell you every time I get a chance I can. I'm so sorry for doing this to you. I wish there was an easier way of doing this but I only have one bullet and I can't bear the thought of beating you. I know you love me as much as I love you. Maybe we can be together and happy in another life. One where he can walk the streets hand in hand. Once again, I'm sorry for hurting you but don't worry, I'll be joining you soon. So I'll ask you one more time, Yoongi, are you afraid of me?

With all my heart and soul,

Your dear Jeongguk'

"Officers found the word 'NO' written in black paint on the walls."

It didn't take long for them to rent a car big enough for them and hit the road, there was school tomorrow but Taehyung and Jimin had mailed their professors and Jeongguk had a lengthy talk with his aunt. In the end, she had sighed and let him go, with backpacks and wallets and phones on them they hit the road, the car ride to Jeongguk's old childhood home would be very long.

"Auntie, I think I like Yoongi." His aunt looked up from where she was stirring the stew. "I like-- like him," he was playing with his fingers. Sweat building upon his neck.

"That's okay, no need to be nervous," she was smiling at him, her face relaxed as she went back to looking at the stew. "Does he know?"

Jeongguk shook his head, "no, at least I don't think so. I hope he doesn't." His voice was shaky, Yoongi had been at his side for so long, him finding out that Jeongguk was possibly in love with him would break Jeongguk.

"He can't know, if he does, he'll leave me."

"Gguk, Gguk. Come on, let's wake up." Someone was shaking him awake, Yoongi? No, Yoongi's hands are warmer. "We're here, get up."

The teenager startled awake, turning his head to see Jimin looking down at him, worry clear in his red and puffy eyes. "He was in love-- I was in love-- I love Yoongi." Opening the door of the car Jeongguk ran towards the house. Ignoring the yelling and calls of his friends, someone was chasing after him but Jeongguk just ran faster.

Slamming the door open, first thing, the door was open and the second thing, the house was empty. Jeongguk could remember there being a small table in the living room, could remember an old piano in the corner of the room. Looking around he could see paintings on the wall, of the wood, the fields of Yoongi laying down on the grass. Pictures of his parents and him.

Walking towards his room he remembered exactly where his bed was, the small stool he kept by the window, where the stencils for his canvases were kept and the table of paints and paintbrushes was.

Past his room and down the corridor he opened the door to his parent's room, there had been a big bed there with deep red sheets, no, they were yellow, a pale yellow because he likes yellow. His mother had always kept the room clean but somehow Jeongguk remembers getting scolded for leaving shirts on the floor.

Everything was starting to hurt his head, with a grunt he left the room and walked back to the living room. Yoongi was there, standing where the piano would've been, the door was closed. When had it closed?

Yoongi was looking at him with tears in his eyes, "Jeongguk-ah, why? Why did you--" tears slipped down and a sob fell from Yoongi lips.

Jeongguk shook his head, "I-- I don't know, I--"

The doorknob rattled, "Jeongguk! You're not that Jeongguk! He's someone else! Jeongguk!" It was Namjoon.

"You said you loved me!" Yoongi didn't raise his voice but it sounded desperate. He gasped, "no, you're not that Jeongguk, I'm sorry." Yoongi wailed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're not that Jeongguk!"

The doorknob rattled some more, Jeongguk took a step forwards, Yoogni flinched and he felt his heart break. "Yoongi, but I do love you." He was reaching his hands out slowly, walking towards Yoongi slowly.

Yoongi just shook his head, crying harder. Jeongguk nodded his head, he was crying as well.

"I love you, just like how I loved you in my past life," Jeonguk reached Yoongi, cradling his face in his hands. "Oh Yoongi, I said we'd meet again in another life, why didn't you come with me?" Jeongguk didn't have to remember because he already loved Yoongi, but now he had to.

Yoongi hiccuped, "you-- you hurt me."

"I know I did," Tears were falling down Jeongguk's face, "I know and I'm sorry. So fucking sorry," Jeongguk brought Yoongi's head down so he could kiss the top of his head, "I was desperate, my family was going to come and get me and-- and I couldn't bear the thought of being away from you and I--"

People were slamming against the door, the old wood creaked and cracked. Jeongguk pulled Yoongi into him, hugging him close, feeling the way Yoongi twitched and wriggled, "I love you, with all my heart and soul." Yoongi stopped moving.

He breathed hard and shallow, "I-- I love you too." His voice was shaking.

"Yoongi," Jeongguk paused, Holding Yoongi tighter, his body was starting to feel solid, unlike the faint way it always did, "are you afraid of me?"

Silence, the pounding on the door was getting louder and louder and--

"No."

The door flew open and Jeongguk fell down to the floor, a body in his arms. It was warm as the hair that was pressed to his mouth was soft. Gasping was coming from behind him but all Jeongguk could do was hold Yoongi tighter, he smelled like coconut and honey. Sweet and--

"Yoongi!" Jeongguk pushed Yoongi away so that both of them were staring wide eyes at each other, tears still falling and noses red. "You're alive-- oh. Fuck!" Pulling Yoongi back to him, Jeongguk crashed their lips together, the kiss was desperate and his teeth his Yoongi's a little too hard, it left his head buzzing.

When they pulled away the both of them were gasping for air. Noses still wet and red, eyes red and wet. But they were both smiling with red kissed lips.

"Yoongi hyung?" It was Taehyung, both teens on the floor turned around to see the rest of them standing there, "oh god-- you're alive," he sounded like he was short on air, "Jimin, he's fuck-- he's fucking alive." He was shaking Jimin who just stared numbly at them.

Standing up Yoongi whipped his face on his shirt, "hey, cat got your tongue kid?" The ghosts-- the teen's voice was thick with leftover tears.

Both Jimin and Taehyung broke into a short sprit, practically jumping to Yoongi as they hugged him. Yoongi was a little bit shorter than Jimin, and just shorter than Taehyung, with him being almost as tall as Jeongguk. They were both stronger than Yoongi however so they were crushing him in their hug.

Explaining this to his aunt would be hard was all that Jeongguk thought as he looked at Yoongi mingle with everyone. Smiling his heart away.

"Jeon-- Jeongguk, wait, wait, wait, aH!" Yoongi was sitting on the younger man's lap, big warm hands massaging his ass, riding the thin material of his shorts up and in between his cheeks. "You said we would be u-- unpacking," Jeongguk's mouth was sucking and biting at his neck, hot breaths hitting the skin.

Sweet kisses were being left on the skin when those long fingers spread his cheeks so that Jeongguk's fingers were barely touching Yoongi's hole. "I mean, yeah. But I got hungry and hyung looked so delicious." Pulling away Jeongguk licked Yoongi's soft cheek, grinning when the older man whined, "being bent over, legs on show, ass up. How could I not get hungry? With my food right--" Jeongguk squeezed Yoongi's ass roughly, "there."

"But-- but Ggukie!" They had learned Yoongi got very whiney when turned on, Yoongi found it embarrassing but Jeongguk couldn't keep his dick soft, "you said we'd be unpacking!" He was pouting, hands buried in the youngers hair.

Kissing up one of Yoongi's arms Jeongguk smiled at his boyfriend, "we'll unpack later," his smile turned wicked as he laid Yoongi down on the floor of their new bedroom in their new apartment.

Jeongguk's body was in between Yoongi's fluffy thighs, his hands needing the flesh, watching the way his fingers left red imprints on the fair skin. Slowly he slid his hands up and under the shirt, Yoongi was wearing, a present from Jimin.

"For when it's hot! Plus, I think Jeongguk will really enjoying seeing you in it."

Oh, how that little shit was correct. It was a simple white shirt, the shirt sleeves were boarded with a beige color, the material was soft and airy. You see through it, just enough to see Yoongi pretty pink nipples.

"Oh, darling you know how wild this shirt drives me," it didn't that when Yoongi wore shorts they were always short. "I'm gonna devour you," Jeongguk brought one of the pale legs up to his face, biting it. Grinning when Yoongi whined.

More whines were pulled out of Yoongi's mouth as Jeongguk kept biting his thighs, sucking his soft belly. Soon enough Jeongguk slipped off his boyfriend's shirt, diving straight to the hard pink nipples, sucking and licking as Yoongi moaned. Hands were back in Jeongguk's hair, petting and pulling.

"So good-- Ggukie's mouth feels so go--good!" Yoongi's face was rushed red, eyes wet with hypersensitivity, drooling slipping out of his mouth the harder Jeongguk sucked and plucked.

"Yeah?" Jeongguk pulled back, his mouth was wet, around his mouth was wet but he didn't even think about cleaning his face, "is that all you want? My mouth?" Jeongguk leaned down to lick over Yoongi's lips, the other man licking back. "Delicious." Pulling back again Jeogguk rested on his feet, admiring his boyfriend.

Going into the pocket of his sweats, Jeongguk pulled a small bottle of lube, setting aside as he went to take off Yoongi's shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear and now he wasn't wearing anything, dick hard against his belly Yoongi laid on the ground, cheeks red and drool sliding down the side of his mouth. Jeongguk's dick twitched.

Uncapping the bottle Jeongguk poured some on his hand and rubbed it against Yoongi's hole, not waiting at all before shoving two fingers inside. "Ah-- Ggukie!" Yoongi whined as he played with his nips.

In and out, in and out, in and out, harder and harder, and-- there! Jeongguk smirked when Yoongi screamed, after moan and moan spilled from his mouth, two fingers turned into three, and the cycle repeated, scream, scream, and moaning.

"Want it! Ggukie! Wan your dick! Wan it in my ass! Please-- please, Ggukie, pl-- please!" Yoongi was crying, his eyes hazy, cheeks, ears, and chest flushed. Tears and drool slipping down the side of his mouth.

Jeongguk gulped and took his fingers out of the other man's ass, taking his shirt off and sliding his sweats down to let his dick free. Hissing a little at the sudden movement. His hand wrapped around Yoongi's waist and moved him so that he was on his lap. Grabbing his dick Jeongguk pressed it against Yoongi red, stretched hole.

"Sweet baby, so soft and pretty, my pretty hyung." Jeongguk leaned down and kissed Yoongi, tongue in his mouth, it was sloppy and wet and neither of them minded when silica spilled out. Pulling back Jeongguk sucked on his bottom lip as Yoongi panted, "I'm going to break you," Jeongguk slammed right in.

A screamed ripped itself out of Yoongi's throat as he cummed, white all over his stomach, the poor man had been on edge for so long. Hit after hit landed on his prostate, scream after scream left his mouth, a sob when Jeonguk grabbed his dick and started pumping. The younger man was relentless, body sweating and muscles rippling as he kept pounding his boyfriend's ass.

Yoongi was hard again, his whole body was on fire and he was crying, then one very hard thrust from his boyfriend had him cumming again, sobs tore themselves out of Yoongi's throat. "G-- Ggukie, no-- no." He was shaking his head, "Wan no more," it was hard, talking.

Jeongguk stopped, burning himself as deep inside Yoongi as he could, "what?" He was panting as he leaned down onto Yoongi's face, "but I haven't broken you yet," licking Yoongi's lips Jeongguk got back up, grabbing ahold of Yoongi's thighs and pushing them up, down onto Yoongi's body. His dick inside Yoongi red rim on display, "this just looks so fucking good to pass up."

Once again the brutal pace started again, this time Jeongguk managed to get in even deeper, more of that same brutal pace, and Jeongguk cummed just at the same time Yoongi did.

Both men were shivering, Yoongi was still crying. Cum spilling out of his red, stretched raw hole. "Baby," Jeongguk was kissing Yoongi's neck, soft and sweet. "Sweet, pretty baby," moving to kiss his swollen lips, soft as loving as their lips clicked and smacked "I love you so much."

Yoongi's whole body was buzzing, his legs and arms were weak but he still managed to wrap them around Jeongguk, his dick was still inside of him and it sent a spike of pain when he moved. "I love you too." He sniffled.

"With all my heart and soul."

Yoongi laughed, choppy, and teary. "With all my heart and soul."

Neither of them said anything as Jeongguk held Yoongi, strong and warm. His face buried in his lover's neck, breathing deep and calmly. Yoongi massaged the side of his head.

"Yoongi, are you afraid of me?"

"No."