He then stares at me, lips out and all pouty, hair ruffled and messy, eyes almost blinking to sleep. He looks like he's just staring past me as if I'm glass.
My face scrunches up like a smashed paper ball "Are you even listening?" I take my glasses off, obviously annoyed by his attitude. I push his forehead with two of my fingers "Hey!"
"Ow! That hurt," he slaps my hand to the side to sooth his oh-so-painful forehead.
Tsking, I fold my arms up angrily.
"It's better not wasting my time on you," I murmur out loud enough for him to hear it.
And before I succeed in hoping off my bed, I feel a large, strong hand yank my shoulder back. I fall back down on the bed, back flat.
I give out a pained noise. I turn my head to give an angry expression to Taehyung but I suddenly go soft.
"I'm sorry," he quietly retrieves his hand back to himself "Phantom powers, meaning I'm strong. I really didn't mean to hurt you." he softly explains to me, his expression so delicate and fragile looking.
My face melts into a puddle of goo "I'm sorry too, sometimes my temper easily slips off and I understand that my theories can be quite boring too," I look back at him as my back is still laid down on the mattress.
A dust of pink quickly makes its way up his face.
"Uh, Taehyung? You're..."
"Pink, I know." He covers his face with his big hands like a child. He murmurs out something I can't hear.
"What?" I ask him to repeat.
"You just l-look..." his sentence trails off again.
"Taehyung, I can't hear youㅡ"
"I said you look prettier with your glasses off!"
"Eh?" A silly grin spreads across my face. I start laughing out, giggle after giggle and laugh after laugh "Y-You're shy because of that?"
He brings his limbs down "You're fault for being pretty," and that's the last thing he says before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
I sit up right in realization of his absence.
"Taehyung?" my smile has already disappeared and a frown is displayed "V?"
He reappears before my eyes "Only call me for emergencies," he informs before teleporting to who-knows-where again.
"Hey V," I sing out with a cheeky smile.
He storms into my room with another pout on those rosy, plush lips of his "What?"
"Nothing," I joke to him with an akward smile.
He then rushes to me with his arms out which end up pushing my shoulders back down to meet my bed again.
"Do I have to repeat things to you, Eunha? Or should I say, Princess?"
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Princess | kth
Fantasy"I-I can see ghosts? I can talk to them? Interact with them?" "I guess you could say that, Princess." -- What happens when a normal girl living an ordinary life contacts a twenty-two year old boy who she suspects as a ghost? or is he...? -- Anothe...
