Ghost of You [One-shot]
Title: Ghost of You
Word Count: 1,797
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: R [warnings: character death, ghosts, sexual situations]
Summary: “Til Death Do Us Part” doesn’t apply to the dreams of those in mourning.
Disclaimer: Title taken from “Ghost of You” by Good Charlotte
Donghae never thought he’d be here, standing over the grave of the love of his life, reading his tombstone and holding back tears that stung unlike anything else. He held a single rose, gently placing it down in front of the grave marker, before standing up again. He barely could stand straight, his legs almost ready to collapse on themselves.
He managed to stand up, wipe a tear from his eye before walking away back to his car, back to the life he had now considered empty.
Without Hyukjae with him, he wasn’t sure how he would go on. They’d been together for years, childhood sweethearts who had vowed that nothing and no one would come between them. They’d taken vows, similar to those of the traditional wedding ceremony, when they were kids, playing dressing up. But they meant every word, and repeated their “I love you”-s everyday as often as they could.
It was a fairytale romance for the most part, until it was tragically cut short in the form of a car crash that took place after Hyukjae was making his way home to celebrate Donghae’s birthday.
Nothing, Donghae thought, could top the pain he felt when he had gotten a phone call from Hyukjae’s mother that the other man was gone, his youthful presence in the house they shared gone forever.
Or that’s what Donghae was told to believe.
That night he’d lit a candle, placing it in front of Hyukjae’s picture by his bedside and said a prayer. He pulled himself into bed, sighing heavily when he lay down. He stared at the ceiling, finding himself unable to sleep. The sounds of the clock on the wall ticking loudly were nearly drowned out by the otherwise deafening silence of his bedroom.
He turned over on his side, half-expecting Hyukjae to appear next to him, only to be met with empty space and an unused pillow.
He took it into his arms and smelled it, finding traces of Hyukjae’s scent (his strawberry shampoo was unmistakable). As he started to weep into it, sleep overtook him and he exhausted himself into a deep sleep from which he subconsciously hoped he’d never wake.
He wasn’t aware of it, but the bedroom door slowly opened by an unseen breeze that brought a bone-chilling coldness into the room.
A mist formed, traveling to Donghae’s bedside until it manifested itself into a faded form of a man. A scratchy voice could be heard, prompting Donghae to become startled and wake up. He was shocked to see Hyukjae, standing a mere foot away from him.
“H-Hyukjae?” he whispered, his voice cracking. He pulled the blankets closer to his face, out of fear that this entity could possibly be more sinister.
But then he saw it smile, and it was clear just what (or rather, who) this apparition was.
“It’s me, Donghae. How are you?”
Donghae felt like crying once again, his heart pounding so forcibly and his hands shaking. He was sure he was dreaming but when he felt Hyukjae’s touch (an almost human touch, warm and comforting), he became confused.
“How are you here? This-is this a dream? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming,” he started to babble, too shocked to speak coherently.
Hyukjae just laughed, his form moving closer to the bed. He sat down at Donghae’s feet and put his hand on the bed comforter.
“I missed you, Donghae. It’s been really-really lonely without you.”
Donghae pulled the covers off and threw them behind him. He grabbed at Hyukjae, which he was strangely enough capable of doing, as if Hyukjae was still living. He pulled Hyukjae into a warm embrace and sobbed into his shoulder.
“You can’t even begin to understand how painful it’s been to lose you like I did. You were everything to me, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae didn’t respond, at least not with words. He turned his head towards Donghae and kissed the other man on the temple. Donghae moved back and stared into Hyukjae’s eyes, something he thought he would never get a chance to do again.
“I love you, Donghae,” he heard Hyukjae say. It was enough to cause him to pull Hyukjae into a tight kiss. He clutched at the other man, not wanting to ever let him go, never wanting to lose him again.
He pulled Hyukjae down until they were lying on the bed, Hyukjae on top. The pair stared at each other, intensely and without words. Despite what had happened, it felt like any other night, like Hyukjae was really there with Donghae.
He smiled, kissing Hyukjae on the nose and then again on the mouth. Hyukjae responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding through, teeth clashing together.
Donghae reached for Hyukjae’s hand and laced their fingers together, clasping their hands tightly. Hyukjae felt warm, Donghae thought. It felt like he’d never left, like he never would leave again.
Their skin touched, sticks together, friction caused by the movement that starts when Hyukjae pulls himself closer to Donghae’s face.
Donghae wondered just how he can seem so real, so real that he could feel Hyukjae’s cock through whatever clothing it is that he’d donned. It was strange, he thought. He began feeling weird but the light in Hyukjae’s eyes makes him quickly forget the supernatural circumstances.
He tugged at Hyukjae’s shirt (he appeared to be wearing a shirt, Donghae noticed) and pulled it up and over Hyukjae’s head, throwing it to the side. The two stared at each other before kissing again, their lips pressed softly against one another. Hyukjae looked intensely at Donghae, his cock noticeably harder at this point. Donghae started to feel aroused as well, especially upon seeing Hyukjae’s bare chest (it’s pale and smooth, almost glowing).
Hyukjae moved his head so their cheeks were pressed together; whispering into Donghae’s ear, he said “I’ve always loved you”. Donghae could feel a tear stream down his face, and he grabbed at Hyukjae, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck.
He repeated the same words to Hyukjae, his face buried into the crook of Hyukjae’s neck. Hyukjae smiled (Donghae could sense it, as strange as that sounded) and kissed the side of Donghae’s head.
Moments later, Donghae’s head rocked back and forth, moving side to side. He grabbed onto the pillow underneath his head as Hyukjae thrust into him, holding his legs as he spread them wider. He moved slowly, his hips bucking but to a steady rhythm.
Something about his touch, Donghae found gentle and endearing.
As he stared down at Donghae, the latter could see tears fill in his eyes. Donghae asked him why he was crying, but Hyukjae just told him it was nothing, and wiped his eyes. He never stopped, even when he leaned over Donghae, his cock deep inside the other.
His hips rocked forward, and Donghae let out a moan, arching his back. The feel of Hyukjae’s cock and the motion of him moving deeper inside of him was unexplainable; it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
When he turned over, now on his hands and knees, he grabbed at the pillow underneath him. Hyukjae held him by the hips, his hands soft to the touch. Donghae buried his face in the pillow, panting louder and louder. He gripped the bedsheets until they were wrinkled and nearly torn.
Hyukjae shut his eyes, more tears streaming down his face as he thrust harder into Donghae.
Donghae could feel himself about ready to come, his own cock throbbing. When he tried to reach for it, Hyukjae’s hand was already wrapped around it. He helped Donghae along, rubbing and stroking him slowly at first. But then he stroked more vigorously, moving faster the more Donghae moaned his name.
He kissed the back of Donghae’s neck and his warm breath set Donghae’s skin afire, so to speak. Donghae came, staining the bedsheets and leaving him feeling indescribably pleasant. He fell forward, Hyukjae falling on top of him.
The pair rolled over until they were both laying parallel to one another, both on their backs. Donghae rolled to his side, throwing his arm over Hyukjae’s body, and reached for his arm. He grabbed his forearm and squeezed, trying to get a reaction from the other who had gone silent. Donghae felt a warm kiss on the top of his head, but before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
The next morning, he woke up, thinking Hyukjae would be there, proving it wasn’t all just some beautiful dream (or some grief-induced hallucination). He turned to see no one by his side, his bed empty as when he went to sleep. But something about the space next to him was odd; there seemed to be an imprint on the pillow, as if someone was sleeping there.
His skin prickled, he felt his heartbeat grow faster. He had to admit he was a little scared, whatever ghostly presence was there made him feel uneasy. He rubbed his eyes and the pillow lay flat, as if it hadn’t been (or rather, wasn’t being) used.
He sighed to himself, frustrated that he’d thought something so illogical. He pulled himself up and dragged himself out of bed. Rubbing his eyes again, he exhaled loudly only to turn his head towards his nightstand.
He was shocked to see that the picture of Hyukjae that had originally been there was replaced with a picture of the both of them, one from their first anniversary as a couple. He started to think that maybe he had changed the picture before he went to sleep, but had just forgotten.
But what disturbed him even more was that instead of one candle placed in front of the candle, there were now two. Once more, when he leaned over them and attempted to blow them out, he found himself unable to do so. The flames flickered as if dancing and the sight of it brought tears to Donghae’s eyes.
He whispered Hyukjae’s name and pressed two fingers to his lips and placed them on the picture. He then said a small prayer before showering and getting ready for the day.
That night was similar to the night before, except Donghae was expecting it. He’d surrounded his bed with dozens of candles and placed rose petals at the foot of it, forming them into the shape of a heart. It was cheesy, Hyukjae told him but when the two embraced, kissing passionately, none of it mattered.
The sounds of their whispered “I love you”-s were all that could be heard.
THE END
Word Count: 1,797
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: R [warnings: character death, ghosts, sexual situations]
Summary: “Til Death Do Us Part” doesn’t apply to the dreams of those in mourning.
Disclaimer: Title taken from “Ghost of You” by Good Charlotte
Donghae never thought he’d be here, standing over the grave of the love of his life, reading his tombstone and holding back tears that stung unlike anything else. He held a single rose, gently placing it down in front of the grave marker, before standing up again. He barely could stand straight, his legs almost ready to collapse on themselves.
He managed to stand up, wipe a tear from his eye before walking away back to his car, back to the life he had now considered empty.
Without Hyukjae with him, he wasn’t sure how he would go on. They’d been together for years, childhood sweethearts who had vowed that nothing and no one would come between them. They’d taken vows, similar to those of the traditional wedding ceremony, when they were kids, playing dressing up. But they meant every word, and repeated their “I love you”-s everyday as often as they could.
It was a fairytale romance for the most part, until it was tragically cut short in the form of a car crash that took place after Hyukjae was making his way home to celebrate Donghae’s birthday.
Nothing, Donghae thought, could top the pain he felt when he had gotten a phone call from Hyukjae’s mother that the other man was gone, his youthful presence in the house they shared gone forever.
Or that’s what Donghae was told to believe.
That night he’d lit a candle, placing it in front of Hyukjae’s picture by his bedside and said a prayer. He pulled himself into bed, sighing heavily when he lay down. He stared at the ceiling, finding himself unable to sleep. The sounds of the clock on the wall ticking loudly were nearly drowned out by the otherwise deafening silence of his bedroom.
He turned over on his side, half-expecting Hyukjae to appear next to him, only to be met with empty space and an unused pillow.
He took it into his arms and smelled it, finding traces of Hyukjae’s scent (his strawberry shampoo was unmistakable). As he started to weep into it, sleep overtook him and he exhausted himself into a deep sleep from which he subconsciously hoped he’d never wake.
He wasn’t aware of it, but the bedroom door slowly opened by an unseen breeze that brought a bone-chilling coldness into the room.
A mist formed, traveling to Donghae’s bedside until it manifested itself into a faded form of a man. A scratchy voice could be heard, prompting Donghae to become startled and wake up. He was shocked to see Hyukjae, standing a mere foot away from him.
“H-Hyukjae?” he whispered, his voice cracking. He pulled the blankets closer to his face, out of fear that this entity could possibly be more sinister.
But then he saw it smile, and it was clear just what (or rather, who) this apparition was.
“It’s me, Donghae. How are you?”
Donghae felt like crying once again, his heart pounding so forcibly and his hands shaking. He was sure he was dreaming but when he felt Hyukjae’s touch (an almost human touch, warm and comforting), he became confused.
“How are you here? This-is this a dream? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming,” he started to babble, too shocked to speak coherently.
Hyukjae just laughed, his form moving closer to the bed. He sat down at Donghae’s feet and put his hand on the bed comforter.
“I missed you, Donghae. It’s been really-really lonely without you.”
Donghae pulled the covers off and threw them behind him. He grabbed at Hyukjae, which he was strangely enough capable of doing, as if Hyukjae was still living. He pulled Hyukjae into a warm embrace and sobbed into his shoulder.
“You can’t even begin to understand how painful it’s been to lose you like I did. You were everything to me, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae didn’t respond, at least not with words. He turned his head towards Donghae and kissed the other man on the temple. Donghae moved back and stared into Hyukjae’s eyes, something he thought he would never get a chance to do again.
“I love you, Donghae,” he heard Hyukjae say. It was enough to cause him to pull Hyukjae into a tight kiss. He clutched at the other man, not wanting to ever let him go, never wanting to lose him again.
He pulled Hyukjae down until they were lying on the bed, Hyukjae on top. The pair stared at each other, intensely and without words. Despite what had happened, it felt like any other night, like Hyukjae was really there with Donghae.
He smiled, kissing Hyukjae on the nose and then again on the mouth. Hyukjae responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding through, teeth clashing together.
Donghae reached for Hyukjae’s hand and laced their fingers together, clasping their hands tightly. Hyukjae felt warm, Donghae thought. It felt like he’d never left, like he never would leave again.
Their skin touched, sticks together, friction caused by the movement that starts when Hyukjae pulls himself closer to Donghae’s face.
Donghae wondered just how he can seem so real, so real that he could feel Hyukjae’s cock through whatever clothing it is that he’d donned. It was strange, he thought. He began feeling weird but the light in Hyukjae’s eyes makes him quickly forget the supernatural circumstances.
He tugged at Hyukjae’s shirt (he appeared to be wearing a shirt, Donghae noticed) and pulled it up and over Hyukjae’s head, throwing it to the side. The two stared at each other before kissing again, their lips pressed softly against one another. Hyukjae looked intensely at Donghae, his cock noticeably harder at this point. Donghae started to feel aroused as well, especially upon seeing Hyukjae’s bare chest (it’s pale and smooth, almost glowing).
Hyukjae moved his head so their cheeks were pressed together; whispering into Donghae’s ear, he said “I’ve always loved you”. Donghae could feel a tear stream down his face, and he grabbed at Hyukjae, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck.
He repeated the same words to Hyukjae, his face buried into the crook of Hyukjae’s neck. Hyukjae smiled (Donghae could sense it, as strange as that sounded) and kissed the side of Donghae’s head.
Moments later, Donghae’s head rocked back and forth, moving side to side. He grabbed onto the pillow underneath his head as Hyukjae thrust into him, holding his legs as he spread them wider. He moved slowly, his hips bucking but to a steady rhythm.
Something about his touch, Donghae found gentle and endearing.
As he stared down at Donghae, the latter could see tears fill in his eyes. Donghae asked him why he was crying, but Hyukjae just told him it was nothing, and wiped his eyes. He never stopped, even when he leaned over Donghae, his cock deep inside the other.
His hips rocked forward, and Donghae let out a moan, arching his back. The feel of Hyukjae’s cock and the motion of him moving deeper inside of him was unexplainable; it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
When he turned over, now on his hands and knees, he grabbed at the pillow underneath him. Hyukjae held him by the hips, his hands soft to the touch. Donghae buried his face in the pillow, panting louder and louder. He gripped the bedsheets until they were wrinkled and nearly torn.
Hyukjae shut his eyes, more tears streaming down his face as he thrust harder into Donghae.
Donghae could feel himself about ready to come, his own cock throbbing. When he tried to reach for it, Hyukjae’s hand was already wrapped around it. He helped Donghae along, rubbing and stroking him slowly at first. But then he stroked more vigorously, moving faster the more Donghae moaned his name.
He kissed the back of Donghae’s neck and his warm breath set Donghae’s skin afire, so to speak. Donghae came, staining the bedsheets and leaving him feeling indescribably pleasant. He fell forward, Hyukjae falling on top of him.
The pair rolled over until they were both laying parallel to one another, both on their backs. Donghae rolled to his side, throwing his arm over Hyukjae’s body, and reached for his arm. He grabbed his forearm and squeezed, trying to get a reaction from the other who had gone silent. Donghae felt a warm kiss on the top of his head, but before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
The next morning, he woke up, thinking Hyukjae would be there, proving it wasn’t all just some beautiful dream (or some grief-induced hallucination). He turned to see no one by his side, his bed empty as when he went to sleep. But something about the space next to him was odd; there seemed to be an imprint on the pillow, as if someone was sleeping there.
His skin prickled, he felt his heartbeat grow faster. He had to admit he was a little scared, whatever ghostly presence was there made him feel uneasy. He rubbed his eyes and the pillow lay flat, as if it hadn’t been (or rather, wasn’t being) used.
He sighed to himself, frustrated that he’d thought something so illogical. He pulled himself up and dragged himself out of bed. Rubbing his eyes again, he exhaled loudly only to turn his head towards his nightstand.
He was shocked to see that the picture of Hyukjae that had originally been there was replaced with a picture of the both of them, one from their first anniversary as a couple. He started to think that maybe he had changed the picture before he went to sleep, but had just forgotten.
But what disturbed him even more was that instead of one candle placed in front of the candle, there were now two. Once more, when he leaned over them and attempted to blow them out, he found himself unable to do so. The flames flickered as if dancing and the sight of it brought tears to Donghae’s eyes.
He whispered Hyukjae’s name and pressed two fingers to his lips and placed them on the picture. He then said a small prayer before showering and getting ready for the day.
That night was similar to the night before, except Donghae was expecting it. He’d surrounded his bed with dozens of candles and placed rose petals at the foot of it, forming them into the shape of a heart. It was cheesy, Hyukjae told him but when the two embraced, kissing passionately, none of it mattered.
The sounds of their whispered “I love you”-s were all that could be heard.
THE END