The Bracelet Club [EXO]

[Transition]

When we reached home, our father greeted us and asked us what we did and if we enjoyed it.

"I expected you to stay there for a few more days., he said and I shook my head, telling him that we missed home. Matthew wasn't home yet and I knew he had left with Mark when I got ready for bed, sighing to myself.

There was a shuffle and when I looked out of my bathroom, I saw Matthew walk into my bedroom, his hand stuffed into his pockets. Something about Matthew shifted the past few days and I couldn't put my finger to it—it was like he was slowly changing.

"You're back. Is Mark home?" I asked, Matthew nodding slowly when he looked up to me and broke into a smile. "It's late. What did you do?"

"Mark. He keeps walking over to a girl's place. Apparently, it's his best friend. Some girl named Muffin." He told me and I smiled to myself. "It's late and it's dark so I thought I'd keep him company."

"Mhm." I hummed, Matthew frowning to himself when I asked him what was wrong.

"I hate being invisible," he said and my heart dropped. The only thing that changed about Matthew may be the fact that he was slowly hating the fact that he was dead. "I hate not being able to touch things. Not being able to talk to the people I want to. I hate it so much."

I didn't know what to say to that, walking to sit beside him. I hid a shudder, Matthew looking at me as I pressed my lips together.

"But you're not invisible to me," I told him and my words made him smile. "And if you want to touch anything, I'll do it for you. If you want to talk to someone, I'll do it for you."

"You always know what to say, don't you, Bora?" he asked and I chuckled, nodding. His expression stilled, Matthew looking down onto his ghostly hands. "The only person I really want to touch is you."

I looked at him; Matthew's expression, unchanging. A part of me knew that I felt the same but what was impossible was impossible.

"And maybe Mark?" I asked, Matthew nodding, both of us laughing. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe one day," he agreed. "Lift up your hand."

I followed his actions, my hand arching up the way he wanted it to be when he brought his face towards the back of my hand—kissing it. My skin went cold but I smiled, telling him that it was time for bed.

"Story?" he asked and I nodded, turning to put off the lights.

I knew that it was a matter of time, but right now, it was worth it.

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