haunted |☠︎︎| vkook ✔︎

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲.

𝕋aehyung woke up from his 'thirty minute nap' three hours later, the sun already hidden while the moon welcomes the stars. the silver haired boy groaned, standing up from the bed and walking out of his room.

"my throat is dry as hell." he mumbled, walking down the stairs while scratching the back of his neck. once he reached the kitchen, he opened the fridge and took out a water bottle, gulping it down quickly and sighing in relief when he finished it.

deciding that he was a little bit hungry, he searched around for one of the packages of cookies he'd bought the day before in the store close to his house, grabbing one when he found them and opening it.

it was when he grabbed the first cookie that he saw in the corner of his eye a quick shadow entering the kitchen, making him instantly frown and look at the door. no one was there.

"it must be because of that nap. i don't even know what day it is." he mumbled, shaking his head and eating the cookie. he was focused on the crunchy sound it made, until he saw another shadow in the corner of his eye, this time on the other side of the kitchen.

he was going to brush it off and continue with his life, until a spatula fell straight to the floor, the sound echoing through the kitchen. taehyung placed the cookies beside the sink and grabbed the first thing that he found for self-defense, which was a frying pan.

"w-who the hell is there?" he stuttered, holding onto the pan like his life depends on it and walking backwards, looking everywhere for any life signal.

he was met with complete silence, except for his heart beating at a fast pace and his heavy breathing. great, my second day here and i'm already getting robbed.

"i don't know man, i just got here!" a masculine voice said, and that's when taehyung lost it.

"what the fuck!" he screeched, running away from the kitchen —still holding the pan—, reaching the door and opening it, ready to take a run for his life directly to jimin's apartment. he was interrupted by the same voice though.

"no, don't go! i'm scared as f-fuck." the voice said, taehyung holding onto the door handle in fear. "look, i'm right here!"

and like if this was a fairytale taehyung liked reading when he was younger —and still
does—, in front of him appeared a man that looked around his age, with brown hair and casual clothes. the boy had slightly tanned skin, his body showing the world that he worked out regularly and his face was one of... fear?

"i must be dreaming! yeah, i'm on my bed sleeping right now. the alarm will go off by any minute and i'll wake up to go to work." he mumbled, closing the door and walking to the kitchen to place the pan where he found it.

the boy looked at him with a weirded out look, his fear now replaced with confusion, following him to the kitchen. "are you mental?"

taehyung pinched his own arm quite harshly, flinching when he indeed felt pain. "jimin can't be right. this can't be fucking happening."

"who's jimin?"

"what the fuck are you doing here? was this your house? are you here to seek revenge because i bought it? look, man, i'm not looking for trouble here. you can have it back, i can move immediately-"

"this is not my house! one moment i was living my life normally and the other i appear in your kitchen!" he said, holding his head in his hands, looking around scared. "i think i fucking died. i didn't want to die yet, i'm still so young! it must've been that old lady i saw!"

"woah, okay. so, you're really a ghost?" he asked, getting closer to the boy. he tried touching his chest, but his hand went right through him.

"i guess i am. look, it all started when- oh, he... fainted. okay."

—☠︎︎—

taehyung woke up about two hours later, opening his eyes slowly, the only thing he could see being the roof on top of him. he groaned, his body now sore because of the floor. "i just had the weirdest dream."

"what dream?" the same voice asked, taehyung widening his eyes and sitting straight. he found the same boy sitting beside him, his legs crossed and his attention full on the silver haired boy.

"you're still here?" he whined, hiding his face between his hands. "so you were not a dream?"

"well, i am a dream, but i was born this way." he shrugged, standing up from the floor and stretching his arms. "i'm glad you woke up, i was getting bored of just staring at you."

"that's... weird." he frowned, standing up too and groaning once again at the uncomfortable feeling in his body. "so, you are?"

"i'm jeon jungkook." he introduced himself, offering his hand for taehyung to stretch, but putting it down seconds later. "oh, right. you can't touch me."

"i'm kim taehyung." he nodded, walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. "look, i would love to know why you are in my house, but i'm tired and i have work tomorrow. can we talk about it later?"

"oh, sure, take your time." jungkook nodded, following him to his room. "wait, why can i touch every surface when i want to but i can't touch you?"

"i don't know, but i'm not up for finding out." he said, tiredly letting his body fall face first to the bed. "good night, ghost."

"good night, taehyung!" he waved, deciding to leave alone the guy for tonight. the poor boy just saw a ghost, it must be a lot to take in. even though he himself wasn't sure of why he was a ghost in the first place.

he left the room and decided to take a look around the house, because it seemed like it will be his new home.