ghostly | sanggyun, yongguk (jbj)

[iv] thoughts

yongguk felt like he ate shit and threw it all up in three simultaneous spurts the next morning.

with a groan of effort, he heaved his body up and off his bed. it was already 12:30 in the afternoon and he hadn't done anything productive for the last two weeks.

his arms drooped in front of him as he walked to the bathroom and completed his regular morning routine. he slid down the hallway and eventually made it to the kitchen, where he scratched his head and glanced over at the two chairs that weren't tucked in under the kitchen table.

and all at once, the events of the night before came slamming into him.

his heart suddenly picked up its pace, and his fists clenched uneasily. sanggyun...

sanggyun.

he sighed, looking around the empty apartment with weary eyes. nothing. no one.

stay away from alcohol, he made a mental note. it drives me crazy.

he went over and sat down on one of the untucked chairs. he didn't have an appetite.

seeing his phone buzz, he glanced over at it before reaching over and grabbing it.

kenta.

"ugh," he muttered, sliding answer. "what?"

"good afternoon!" the cheery japanese boy spoke with such an enthusiatic tone, it made yongguk's head hurt. "how are you?"

"what the hell do you want?" yongguk winced as his head really did start to ache. "i'm tired."

"don't be tired, be happy!" kenta tried, before sighing at the response-less boy. "jesus, yongguk. at least pretend to be happy."

"you think i can be happy?" he scoffed, turning back and heading into the kitchen. "give me hyung back and i'll-"

"hey, we don't mention him," kenta warned as yongguk rolled his eyes. "remember?"

"hyung," yongguk spoke with an irritated tone. "hyung, hyung, hyung. give me back hyung!"

as kenta tried shutting him up, yongguk kept being an annoying prick till a voice that very much wasn't kenta's and very much sounded too clear to be over the phone called out, "yongguk, stop."

and he did.

frozen in his spot, goosebumps covering his arms, yongguk turned around, his shaking pupils meeting the taller boy's gaze.

he dropped his phone.

"hello? yongguk?" he could just hear kenta's faint voice from the cell, but he paid no attention.

sanggyun stood there, just as vivid as he was before, a worried expression etched onto his face.

yongguk couldn't move. he felt like he couldn't breathe. he was going to pass out.

"yongguk," sanggyun swiftly hovered towards him, making him stumble backwards and fall with a gentle yelp.

"s-s-stop! s-stop, stop-p!" he begged quickly, his whole body shaking at the boy who stared at him. "please, please!"

sanggyun's eyes turned soft. "i won't hurt you."

"you can't hurt me!" yongguk scram out, tears building up in his eyes. "you're dead!"

sanggyun stood there, a look of sorrow overtaking his features as yongguk started to whimper. "what... what are you..."

his eyes darted at sanggyun, up and down. his clothes were still the same, his shirt pierced and stained with a vermillion-shade just over the left of his chest.

"yongguk, calm down, please," sanggyun winced, watching the boy's sobs become more violent. "i-it's-"

"what the fuck? what the actual fuck?! what kind of a sick prank is this?!" yongguk scram out, his head snapping towards his phone. he scrambled over to it and picked it up, hearing kenta's words. "yongguk? yongguk, are you alright?"

"did you do this?!" yongguk yelled, scaring the boy at the other end of the line. "wha-"

"why the fuck is he here, right in front of my fucking face?!" yongguk sobbed harder, his breaths shorter. "why?!"

he hung up and threw his phone at sanggyun, yelping in fear as it went straight through him and hit the wall behind.

sanggyun watched sadly as his boyfriend curled up into a ball and yelled into his lap.