Fly To You ○ Kim Junmyeon

8 | Thoughts and Reminiscence

Ghost girl knows how windy it is out, she feels gusts and breezes blow past through her face as she floats right by the large windows of the airport. The lights from within shine right through her and in the lack of her senses, ghost girl feels little beyond the small comfort from having a less dimmer background. As a ghost, she's gotten used to feeling a lot lesser than what she used to feel—and it's a little lonely losing the feeling of touch and taste, but it's been a while since she had turned into a ghost and the blues she used to feel from the lost has significantly lessened.

However—there's been a new feeling lately; some sort of feeling that leaves her warm on her spot, light-headed—something akin to the sensation of an adrenaline rush, and every time it ends, ghost girl finds herself a little depressed and yet still in a state of hopefulness for a next time of sorts. There's a hitch to her breath whenever she attempts to relive the sensation, and actually succeeds—with a little extra help from the words resounding in her mind, the words that Junmyeon had said to her before he left.

"Somehow, I've grown to like your presence, ghost girl. Even if you scare me to almost death."

Before she realizes it, ghost girl finds herself with an unexpected smile on her face. There's that pleasant feeling once more, and she's barely got an idea nor an inkling about what on earth is exactly going on.

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It's funny being friends with a ghost, Junmyeon finds, funny talking to someone that no one else sees—a friend that no one knows you have. And it's honestly liberating, because truthfully, Junmyeon has never been so amused watching his popular airport videos, watching himself navigate through the dizzying crowd with no one aside from his members and manager—knowing that he hadn't exactly been alone during any of these footages. He notices the slight difference in casual expressions and hand gestures in certain frames, and the way his gaze tends to flicker from side to side doesn't go unnoticed either.

Ghost girl had been there, Junmyeon reasons—knows. He had recalled wondering to himself earlier whether or not the ghost girl would be caught on tape but so far, his hawk-eyed fans had yet to say a thing so Junmyeon could only assume that they've spotted nothing because nothing had been caught. It's really funny being friends with a ghost—knowing that they're there, but others are so, so, so clueless.

Akin to a dirty little secret, Junmyeon wants to say, just to give his situation an extra touch of drama. He crosses his arms over his chest and directs a sharp stare onto his bedsheets; drawn an amused grin on his face. Like a dirty little secret. Sounds pretty.

"What dirty little secret?" Jongdae's voice appear suddenly out of nowhere. Junmyeon looks up, dumbfounded—sees Jongdae peeking in from outside his room.

"What."

"You said it out loud," Jongdae states, figure leaned against the doorframe, "Dirty little secret. You've got a girlfriend, hyung?"

"Mind your own business."

"Or is it a sugar daddy?"

"Kim Jongdae."

"No, no, not sugar daddy, that can't be right... Is it a sugar baby, hyung?"

"Jongdae!"

Jongdae lets out a teasing laughter, "Okay, okay. So what dirty secret? What about it is pretty?"

"I am not going to deal with you, you do realize that, right?"

Jongdae laughs again—but it comes out somewhat tenser than normal. Junmyeon raises an eyebrow, and sees a bare dullness over Jongdae's eyes, over his smile, and this is surprising; with Jongdae typically being one of the brightest amongst them. However, it's clear that Jongdae hadn't want anything to sound less than his natural ways—if the way he cleared his throat and fake-whined about a sore throat is of any indication. They've been together for years, and Junmyeon knows the difference. He remains quiet, waits for Jongdae to speak, waits for a few extra seconds to see whether or not it's going to be necessary to assure him that he'd only been joking.