Shinee Fic Drop

Ghost Boy: OnHo

I wrote this on aff originally. Don't worry, I didn't plagiarize myself.

There was a fire. It was rather large and started abruptly in the kitchen downstairs. The stove was left on from dinner. It was around one in the morning and everyone was obviously asleep. By everyone, that meant Jinki and his mother. Father was out late for work once again.

The fire traveled its way to the ceiling, burning a hole in the hall way upstairs. It traveled through the rest of the main floor, enveloping the couch and all the tables in his petrifying blaze. Though the Lee family had always loved fire, for there was one in their fireplace every night in the winter months, a house fire was surely not on the list of favorite blazes they'd experienced in the past.

Smoke filled every room of the house, causing an intoxication of the tenant's lungs. He got up out of bed and tried to open the door. It was stuck, completely jammed with no way of opening it. He heard the screams of his mother yelling his name. The smoke clouded his eyes as he began to cough heavily. He went to the window and tried to open it. Just like the door, the smoke and lack of oxygen had sealed it shut.

He decided that once more, he would try to open the door. He went back to it and attempted to kick it down. A hole appeared and oxygen was let into the room. Jinki gasped for breath as more smoke came in. He kicked it one more time. Another hole.

"UMMA!" He cried, kicking the door one more time. No one had answered his call. He clutched the space where his heart would be as he fell to his knees. Faintly, he could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. He fell onto his side and coughed one more time before going under. Everything went black.

*

He woke up in the bedroom of a child's. It was about the size of his own. My room... He thought. Better yet, where is it? Why am I here? He walked over to the window and attempted to open the curtains, but his hands went through them. He jumped back and screamed. Footsteps could be heard coming from the hall behind him. Jinki turned and saw a little boy of about five year's old standing in the doorway. He gasped.

"Monster!"

"No! I'm not a monster! I don't even know how I got here!" Jinki protested. At 17, he didn't really know how to talk to children.

The little boy ran into his closet. "Don't hurt me monster!" Jinki could hear the boy hyperventilating. He went over to a mirror the boy had on his closet door. Burns covered his face and arms. His clothes were holey and his hair was a mess. Jinki was paler than he remembered. The little boy was right. He did look like a monster. He went to turn away, but something caught his eye. The burns were slowly fading and the holes in his clothes were patching themselves.

What's going on?

Jinki sat on the floor. "You don't have to be afraid of me anymore... I look better now."

The boy opened the door a bit. He poked half of his face around the corner. Two large brown eyes stared at Jinki. They were very much filled with fear but they soon softened. The little boy smiled and came out from hiding.

"Not a monster?" He asked.

Jinki shook his head. "Not a monster." The boy ran over to Jinki and tried to hug him, but fell right through. The boy hit the ground with a confused expression.

I died... I'm a ghost now aren't I?

"Are you alright?" Jinki asked. The boy didn't know what to say.

Jinki decided to try something else. "What's your name?"

The boy stood and rubbed his eyes. "Minho..." Jinki smiled.