ghostly | sanggyun, yongguk (jbj)

[iii] confused

yongguk's mind still buzzed. he still felt heavy, confused.

yet, sitting right across him at the dining table was his boyfriend.

"i've finally gone crazy," he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. sanggyun kept staring at him, an innocence glazed over his face.

for the first time, yongguk felt like the responsible one in the relationship.

"you're dead," yongguk started, staring at sanggyun and waiting for him to deny it.

he didn't.

"you're... how the hell are you here?" yongguk gulped down his tears and screams. "did you fake your death or something? but they found your body..."

sanggyun kept staring at him as yongguk looked down at his lap. "are you going to say anything?"

"i can't," he mumbled as yongguk rubbed his eyes, picking his phone up and quickly texting on it. "aren't you... aren't you going to hug me?"

"you aren't real," yongguk muttered, pressing his phone up to his ear. "i'll only get my hopes up if i try to hug you." the call went through.

"what the hell do you want, 'guk? it's three in the goddamned morning," kenta groaned over the phone as yongguk stared straight into sanggyun's eyes. how could he look so vivid, so realistic...

"kenta," he gulped, his eyes watering gently. "sanggyun hyung... he's sitting right in front of me."

kenta paused, before sighing. "you called me for that?"

"no. no," yongguk muttered. "he's really... like, at first, i was pissed off because i thought i'd been dreaming him up but he's actually, right here. in front of me."

"have you been drinking?"

"that's not the point!" yongguk groaned, kenta sighing and muttering angry curse words directed at the other boy.

"go to sleep, yongguk."

"no, please," yongguk suddenly realised how frustrated he was because of the situation, and he whimpered. "talk to him. come on, hyung, talk. talk. to kenta. say something. in korean, japanese, english, i don't care. go ahead."

sanggyun kept staring at yongguk, who glared at him as a tear slid down his cheek. "w... why don't you say something..."

"alright, this is getting pretty fucking scary," kenta confessed, his voice still grudgy. "can you... can you just go to sleep? just sleep, and if he's still there tomorrow morning then call me again. night, 'guk."

yongguk, unable to say anything else, let kenta hang up, his eyes trailing back to sanggyun. "this is... this is dumb. i'm obviously dreaming or something, i don't know. i'll wake up... and you won't be here."

he stood up, pausing as the other boy stood with him. "what... sit back down. unless you're going to leave."

"i can't," sanggyun mumbled. yongguk shook him off.

"shut up. seeing you hurts me. good night."

tired and weary, yongguk made his way into his bedroom, his body giving up as he made it to his mattress.

a good night's sleep would get his confusion to submerge in reality.