"Don't give me that look," the tall boy says, almost tripping as his friends push his back to briskly walk away of the store, feet thumping loudly against the sidewalk. "I've done this a thousand times — I won't get caught now."
I follow them, your legs dragging you on their own as I keep my eyes on the back of the blond. My steps almost falter every time someone walks through, and even though the sensation is new, it's not surprising— it's as if I know it's supposed to be like this, as if your soul already accepted its new ghostly form before your mind did.
The pull you feel towards the tall boy is not bizarre either, and even though the thoughts in your head are barely starting to make sense, you know it's the right thing to follow his steps as his friends drag him through the crowded streets of the city. After a few minutes i find myselve in a secluded alley, dark and filthy looking, a place i would have avoided like the plague during your living years.
The tall boy sneaks one of his hands under his jacket while the other two wait anxiously, almost jumping on their spot. My gaze follows his teasing movements as he finally pulls out two packets of cigarettes, reflexes acting fast as he quickly steps away from the grabbing motions of one of his friends.
"Nope," he mutters, smirking at the grumbling boys. "You gotta pay."
One of his companions take a step towards the blond, who doesn't even flinch under the cold gaze of the other. "What the heck? You said we only had to watch your back—"
"Hey, I was the one that stole this," he lifts his eyebrows, wiggling the boxes with one hand as he extends the other with its palm up. "Money. I'm charging you half of what they actually cost, come on."
The other two look at each other for a couple of seconds, a dejected look appearing on their faces. It contrasts with the tall boy's satisfied grin as they give him the money, and this time he allows the other two to take the cigarettes out of his hand.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you guys. Hey, you could share one with me— where're you going?" the grin on the blond's face vanishes as the other two start to walk away, not without throwing another glare behind their back.
"Fuck off," one of them says, leaving the tall boy completely alone as they merge with the rest of the pedestrians that hurriedly stride down the packed streets, disappearing in a heartbeat.
The boy sighs, and it's with a sudden wave of warmth that you realize it's only you and him now. The thought makes you bite your lip nervously, your chest fluttering dimly as if you still had a beating heart under your ribcage.
Suddenly surrounded by an eerie silence, i allow my eyes to examine his figure profusely, from the disheveled blonde strands to his long lashes and alluring dark eyes, the smooth slope of his nose and his soft looking lips that are pursed in a tight line, his previous smile completely gone. The boy is wearing a jagged leather jacket and equally dark jeans, and it's with a long sigh that he takes another package and a lighter out of his back pocket, quickly lighting up a cigarette that he starts smoking smoothly. He inhales the smoke slowly before exhaling in quiet, practiced movements.
I don't know why there's a sudden tightness in my lungs, stiffening and constricting and almost making you believe that you need air to breathe. You haven't dared look at your own body yet— only able to focus on the boy in front of you as a strange, darkened cloud floats around him. It's denser than the smoke he filters through his pursed lips, and something about it makes you want to take a step back and avert your eyes.
I do neither. i just choose to stay frozen instead, gaze going back to the boy's eyes that seem to be focused somewhere faraway from here, too immersed in the thoughts that have materialized in the air, almost choking him as they swirl heavily around his lean frame.
It should feel strange, how you suddenly know exactly what to do, but your movements are natural and your mind's at peace as i lift one of my hands, hesitantly, slowly, my thoughts finally turning clearer as your eyes take in the image of your transparent, ghostly hand softly touching the boy's shoulder.
Taehyung's shoulder. He doesn't know you, and he probably never will, but his name feels warm and familiar, and you can't contain yourself from whispering it, a soft murmur that makes some of the heavy mist start to vanish.
Hi my lovely readers sorry for such a late update i dont know what to write anymore , so i took the initiative to think of a story that is so very similar to ROYAL AU'S its gonna be very difficult to read tbh as i have added those fancy words that kings used to speak in the olden days. butttt ill guarantee that it will have over 60+ chapters ....
so here are my ideas , i might be changing it frequently..
1) Pinocchio au
2) The mage au
3) Greek god au
