Dream City [NCT imagines, reactions, zodiacs, MTL, preferences & more]

Imagine: Liar

Characters: Mark x ghost!Reader
Genre: Angst!, Romance, Supernatural, slight! Fluff, Hurt & Comfort
Word Count: 1,957

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A/N: I am the definition of trash when it comes to writing angst, but still, guys, don't let this flop pls. I tried really hard LOL. Also, please listen to sad/emotional songs while reading this. I listened to 'I Remember' by Yongguk ft. Yoseob/Daehyun and it's instrumental version while writing. The song is 👌💓
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"Y/N... Y/N, don't get on that bus... Wait..." Mark mumbled in his sleep with cold sweat visible on his forehead. "Y/N!!" Suddenly, Mark sat up, his eyes were wide open with fright and anxiety as he screamed out your name.

He frantically scanned the room with his eyes in search for you. When he saw you sleeping next to him on the bed, he let out a sigh of relief.

Your face was as pale as a white sheet and a slight inhuman glow radiated from your body as you lied there next to your lover. However, there was still a tiny smile on your face.

Mark slowly reached out his hand to tentatively trace the outline of your face with his fingers. The unnatural coldness made him flinch for a short second, but he didn't stop touching your face. He then carefully bent down to leave a light kiss on your cold forehead.

Upon hearing his voice and feeling the warmth of his lips, you fluttered your eyes open and smiled at the person you loved the most. You showed him a happy smile and he smiled back.

"Did you dream of me again?" You asked him. The smile on his face froze for a moment before nodding.

"It's just a dream. It's meaningless," he replied nonchalantly and took your hand in his, "Your hands are so cold, let me get you another blanket." He tucked a strand of hair that fell over your eyes behind your ear with his other hand and smiled at you. You watched him get off the bed and walk out of the room.

The smile on your face quickly faded away and it was immediately replaced by a worried frown. A week has passed already since that fateful day, on which your life was taken because of an accident. If you hadn't taken the bus on that day, things wouldn't have turned out like this. You would still be alive. But what could you do? You weren't God. You could never change the reality. You could do nothing but to accept your fate. You thought you would go to heaven or to hell, but never did you expect to still linger in the world of the living. Never did you think that you would become a ghost - a ghost that only Mark, your lover at the time when you were alive, could see, hear, and touch.

You looked out of the window and stared at the dark night sky with furrowed eyebrows. You mustn't let things stay like this. You didn't want to impede Mark from leading a normal life like everybody else. You had to make him move on.

"Y/N?"

You withdrew your gaze from the sky and looked back in front of you as Mark approached you. He was holding a thick blanket in his arms.