Fly To You ○ Kim Junmyeon

6 | You're So Endearing

"Hyung, drop the fries!"

"I haven't had any fucking lunch and I'm starving as fuck, Oh Sehun!"

"HYUNG, DROP THE FUCKING FRIES!" Sehun roars out—Jongdae, amused, roars with the younger man before realizing that he's better off actually trying to save his Junmyeon hyung from the dog (and he does eventually act accordingly—though it takes a few extra minutes to calm himself down from the excessive laughter; and by the end of those few extra minutes, Junmyeon's already in his critically weakened HP.)

—

Ghost girl sits down beside an unbearably pale Junmyeon, lips pursed as she swallows the lump in her throat—Junmyeon looks almost as dead as she was, and that says things. She reaches a hand over to pat his back and flinches when her hand goes right through Junmyeon's body—Right. She'd forgotten that she was a ghost for a second there. Junmyeon feels a shiver run down his spine when her hand had gone through him and lifts his gaze up to the ghost girl, and it's the ghost girl's turn to shiver because Junmyeon's eyes never looked so lifeless—The chase must've been terrifying. "This is probably going to sound like a dumb question but, are you okay?"

Junmyeon only grunts in response. Some considerable distance away, Jongdae is talking sweetly to the dog from earlier, and Junmyeon does nothing but directs hard, sharp glares at Jongdae's direction. The latter is either completely clueless or completely nonchalant about being subjected to his angry looks. Junmyeon's eyes are partly squinted at Jongdae's direction, eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction, and the corners of his mouth heavily pulled downwards—he scrunches his nose only slightly but the frown is all too evident. Ghost girl takes brief glances, some more couple of lingering looks at Junmyeon's expression—and smiles.

What an endearing person.

"It's rude to stare," Junmyeon suddenly says.

"But you're too cute to not be stared at," ghost girl retorts.

Junmyeon doesn't expect to find himself blushing madly at the remark. "Stop staring," he begs quietly, face hidden behind his palms, "I look weird now."

"Blushing?"

"Go away."

—

A fair number of weeks have passed since the terrible dog chase incident, and Junmyeon feels the need to just dig a hole and bury himself in and die for the nth time with his members not letting him live it down. It hadn't even only been his members, for fucks' sake—his own parents weren't discreet in making teasing references to it whenever he texted them, netizens were still buzzing about the whole ordeal in every single SNS site, and the variety shows MCs were merciless in their inquiries of the incident on national fucking TV, and Junmyeon just really wants to dig a hole and bury himself in and die.

"Hyung, don't forget to call a dog whisperer! We're heading out to the airport again tomorrow after all," Sehun reminds with a boisterous laughter as he walks by Junmyeon's room, and Junmyeon hears Jongdae cackle loudly from his own room.

I am so going to fucking kill you two kids one day.

Junmyeon's shoulders slump in exhaustion before he lets himself fall on his back onto the soft surface of his bedsheets. He eyes his wall clock before sighing and closing his eyes—It's already 2.32AM, and their flight is scheduled to fly in the morning. Clearly, he's not going to be getting enough sleep and prays for nothing but the chance to be able to rest enough once he's above in the air. If Oh Sehun fucking pranks him inside the airplane where he's going to try to get some more sleep, he swears he'll—

"Junmyeon? Knock-knock, earth to Junmyeon!" Junmyeon hears a familiar voice resound... echo... from a distance, from the darkness... Somewhere, from there. Funny. Junmyeon's dreaming already—hadn't even noticed he fell asleep.

"What..."

"Oh, the dream link actually worked? Hi, Junmyeon, it's me!!"

"Ghost girl," Junmyeon manages to begrudgingly recall, "Why am I hearing you."

"Voice projection! Since I can't leave the airport... This is all I can do to reach out to you as soon as possible. I need to ask you for a favour."

Junmyeon sees nothing besides black, but somehow, he manages to envision the ghost girl's voice in his head—in his dreams—and smiles somewhat contently. He imagines very clearly the way her mouth shapes a little differently than his does even when they say the same words, the expressive quirk of her eyebrows—doesn't realize that he's noticed these small things and has come to appreciate them.

"What is it."

"I'm sure you remember the dog that chased you, right?"

Unsurprisingly, his mood turns sour right away. "Stop fucking reminding me of that incident—How do you disconnect this goddamned dream link—"

"No, no, Junmyeon, listen! You see, the dog really was chasing you that day for your fries. It's his favourite type of food apparently, and well, his owner used to feed him fries often."

"And what does this fact have to do with me?" Junmyeon asks, distaste apparent.

"Well, the owner died recently, and he can't move on—He's stuck to the airport I'm in because his pet is the security dog there. Before he died, he was planning to feed his dog with some fries he bought and—"

Junmyeon waits for a few seconds—feeling somewhat weirded out that her words had halted out of nowhere.

And another few second.

And another.

"Uh. Ghost girl?"

—

"Ack—The dream link disconnected on its' own," she frowns, lets out a heavy sigh as she props an elbow against her thigh, resting her chin on a palm, figure floating in the air, "I was going to tell him about our plan so we could save time and help you when he comes here tomorrow."

"He's going to come tomorrow?"

There's a whole bustling of activities in their view despite the odd, late hours. The murmurs and conversations within the crowd feel somehow distant for some reason, and ghost girl only stares from her spot above the crowd, the ghost man floating just right by her. For the both of them, the concept of being a part of this human crowd is now so, so, terribly—and somewhat uncomfortably foreign. When their touches don't touch, when they're no longer biological beings, when people see right through them—the fact that they were once humans with everything they now lack, was such an unpleasant concept to grasp at first.

Ghost girl closes her eyes shut and shakes her head, wills the solemn thoughts away. Ghost man only partially relates to her reality, being a recent ghost. "Hey, I asked you a question," he reminds.

"Oh—Ah, yes. He's going to come tomorrow. His fansite masters are already camping, I recognize those faces," she gives a small smile, directing his sight towards a group of girls in their 20s and 30s, carrying heavy hi-tech cameras.

"Fansite masters? The ones who take pictures of their idols and all?"

"Yes! Like, that girl there is the owner of bunny miracle, that one there is MINMYEON0, and that girl is AmadorSUHO. Some of his members' fansites are here as well, like that girl there is—"

Ghost man raises a brow at her, "Do you stalk them or something? You're well-versed about them."

Her sight stays fixated on the group of girls, but unconsciously, her own eyes had widened in alarm. She shifts her gaze downwards slowly, softly shakes her head. "No," her voice trails off into something smaller, more subdued, "I've never came close but—It's odd. I don't know why I know about them either."