ghostly | sanggyun, yongguk (jbj)

[ix] explain

kenta's attempt to run straight out of the house failed, mainly because yongguk and sanggyun had belted him down onto a chair since they knew he would try to do so.

he wasn't going to leave till he got the full explanation.

"please, please... don't hurt me," he sobbed, random japanese words spewing out as he did so. "i'm young-"

"who the hell do you think i am?" yongguk rolled his eyes, squatting down in front of kenta. "i'm still yongguk. i gotta tell you what's going on."

"well, nah shit!" he had started to cuss in japanese now, before he took in a deep breath. "why... why the hell is sanggyun hyung right here, in front of my goddamned face?!"

"i know it's confusing," the other boy mumbled, taking his closest friend's hand. "but i'll explain. only if you promise to listen."

kenta, with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, looked at yongguk, then at sanggyun who stood there with a straight face.

an urge came up and forced its way through his throat.

kenta quickly snapped his head to the side and threw up, coughing indignantly as yongguk grimaced yet let him be. "are you okay?"

"no," kenta muttered angrily, trying to get the tape off of his hands so he could wipe his mouth. "but continue. it's not like i have a choice."

yongguk inhaled deeply, looking up at his lover, who nodded for him to go on.

so he explained.

everything that happened from that night those few weeks ago when he called kenta and told him sanggyun was right in front of him, till now. he told him about how sanggyun's spirit, how he's a ghost, how his throat knots up every time he disobeys his spiritual laws, how he solidifies every time he gets mad... everything.

and to his surprise, kenta didn't speak up at all. not even once. unlike his usual self, he stayed quiet, listening, almost accepting, wordlessly and restlessly, the situation at hand.

as yongguk finished, he continued to sit there without movement, his eyes weary.

"kenta," the boy spoke slowly. "are you... did you understand?"

"no," he spoke honestly. "no, because it makes no fucking sense. even though he's right here in front of me, i can't find a way to see this as understandable, no matter how hard i think."

"but...?" yongguk drawled on hopefully, the japanese boy sighing.

"but," he reiterated, "i guess... it's true... it's true... that sanggyun is, uh... ah, fuck. really. don't make me say it, it gives me a headache."

yongguk smiled gently as kenta furrowed his eyebrows with pride. "but don't think this means i'm accepting it! i'm still overwhelmed and it still doesn't make sense. i'm just... i'm just going along with whatever the hell this is."

"thank you!" yongguk leaped forward and hugged him tenderly. "thank you, thank you! arigatou gozaimasu!"

"ugh, get off me," he muttered with a smile so small that it was barely noticeable, making yongguk do so. "oh! i'll... i'll just clean up your, uh, your bile."

kenta rolled his eyes, watching yongguk run off into the kitchen. now, he had one thing left to do.

he slowly looked at sanggyun's shoes, his eyes trailing further up past his clad jeans, over his chest where the punctured wound seemed to dry up, and to his face. he looked up, examining the dead boy's mouth, nose, cheeks, ears, eyebrows.

but something was off.

there was a specific glint in his eyes, something that kenta had never seen when he was alive. something... impure.

his eyes were a blood red colour.

something wasn't adding up.