Fanfic: Down the Rabbit Hole [5/7]
A/N: Sorry for the wait, school keeping me busy = = I hope this chapter explains a lot of stuff :3 And so will the next one keke~ thanks everyone for reading n_n
I've signed up for Infinite bigbang btw.... idek why really. Which means I should quickly finish this and start the fic for that but aaah still at least two chapters ahead D:
Down the Rabbit Hole [5/7]
"Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts."
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For the very first time in his ghost life Sungyeol wasn't invisible to someone. Were he offered such an opportunity before, he would most certainly take advantage of it. Doing pranks and scaring people to death sounded fun. This time around the prankster was more serious than ever and cautious, extremely cautious.
Woohyun sailed through the front door, gesturing him to come in. “He's sleeping.”
Sungyeol nodded. He was evidently the only ghost Sungjong had the honour to see. Woohyun could still unnoticeably walk around and through the unaware boy and so could all the other ghosts. Sungjong got released from hospital a few days ago, unable to walk without crutches with the fractured leg but otherwise in a good condition.
Quietly squatting down before his bed, Sungyeol stared at the calm, fair-skinned face immersed in sleep. Even breathing became hard, as he was afraid it could wake the boy up. He waited there, possibly whole night and a bit of the early morning until an alarm clock announced it's time to wake up.
He spent quite a long time thinking this over, yet an elegant solution was nowhere to be found.
“Stay calm, okay?” Sungyeol started clumsily, standing far away from the bed as if that could lessen the fright.
However Sungjong reacted in a way the ghost was expecting the least. He didn't panic. He ignored Sungyeol completely. At first the sleepy eyes looked at him, a bit shocked but more frustrated and confused. Then they averted, closing and opening a few times.
Sungyeol didn't intend to give up. When silently following the boy around didn't do any better, he decided to talk. “I know this sounds a bit crazy, but I'm a ghost,” he'd say.
Putting crutches aside to sit down, Sungjong stared at him. He frowned, breathing shallowly. Sungjong's slender fingers ran through his own hair, ruffling it and making it even a bigger mess then it already was. He let out a sigh.
“Listen, I'm not just your imagination, hallucination or whatever you're thinking,” Sungyeol tried to persuade him from the opposite side of the dining table. “I'm real.”
“You can't be real. You-” the sentence got stuck in the boy's throat. “You died.”
“Yeah, I died and then became a ghost,” explained Sungyeol and tried to smile as cheerfully as possible when he noticed Sungjong's eyes getting wet.
Another couple of seconds when they just stared at each other, unsure of the other one's feelings. Sungjong felt crazy for talking with some kind of a vision but he also felt his chest becoming heavier, throat more narrow and eyes teary. Sungyeol wondered if he should leave before he makes the boy cry or continue his failed attempts at explaining.
“I can prove it to you,” a saving idea crossed his mind. “If I tell you something you can't possibly know and you check it's true, will you believe me?”
Sungjong looked perplexed. He wasn't quite sure if he shouldn't call a specialist right away, arranging a meeting as soon as possible. In the end he decided to agree with the ghost for the time being.
“Good. I'll be right back.”
Giving him an information he already possessed would be the easiest, but not certain. Most of the things he knew revolved around Sungjong and the people in his life, therefore he couldn't be sure if the boy knows them or not. The best option Sungyeol could think of was rushing into the streets around the apartment, carefully looking around and remembering the smallest details.
“There is a group of girls in school uniforms heading towards the bridge,” he notified Sungjong as soon as he got back to the seventh floor. “And a black car stopped across the street from here, young lady wearing beige skirt suit getting off. A person is washing the windows of a grocery there, another person is sweeping away fallen leaves.”
While Sungyeol continued the inexhaustible listing, Sungjong laboriously got up and made a few steps towards the window, opening up the blinds. He tried to remember if he already looked through the window today. Even if he did, it was definitely way earlier before he settled in the kitchen and the mentioned people would have been long gone, unless the whole neighbourhood was fooling with him.
Sungjong interrupted the reporting. “I'm sorry.”
Sungyeol stopped, him being the confused one now.
“If I ever got a chance to, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry,” repeated Sungjong with tears dropping down. Instead of using his hands to wipe them off, he stretched out his arms to pull Sungyeol closer.
They were almost touching him, so close. “Sungjong-ah, I'm a ghost. You can't touch-”
Sungyeol was dragged into a hug, feeling Sungjong's hands resting on his back, their chests pressing against each other tightly. It left him speechless. He raised his own hands to put them onto Sungjong's shoulders, stroking them and feeling the boy's skin underneath his fingers.
“What are you sorry for?” asked Sungyeol when they sat by the table again, still fascinated by the unexpected turn of things.
“What,” Sungjong looked at him, puzzled, “do you mean by that?”
There the ghost realized he forgot to mention how things work in the afterlife. Sungjong couldn't have any idea that ghosts don't carry the memories of the times they were living with them or basically anything else about the Underworld and its rules.
The sun shining through blinds and lighting up the kitchen with warm red and yellow hue was long gone; it was already noon. Despite listening to Sungyeol's narration carefully, Sungjong failed to fully grasp the situation. He wasn't even sure if he accepted the truth that a ghost of Lee Sungyeol is sitting in his kitchen, talking to him. If that alone was hard, hearing about a world as strange as the Underworld might have been pretty much incomprehensible.
“So,” Sungyeol breathed out, exhausted by talking. “What was I like as a living person? Who was Lee Sungyeol?”
Even with all he already knew there were a lot of blank spaces that needed to be filled, like an incomplete jigsaw. He could have told Sungjong things he found out, but he didn't. More than confirming he wanted to hear it all over again, directly from the person he loved and who used to love him back.
Lee Sungyeol was a model. Hadn't he died at such a young age the tall handsome boy might have become a top model of the world-renowned designers. He didn't follow his dream since a very young age like a lot of kids around him. Rather he discovered it quite by chance when he enrolled into Kyunghee University, majoring fashion design. With his designing abilities he wouldn't get far, but Sungyeol was lucky enough to be scouted by a modeling company.
By the end of his senior year he had pretty much everything. A certain carrier, friends at important places and a lover. The mentioned lover sometimes didn't fit into the category of things he possessed though. At times Sungyeol felt like he's all his and at times Sungjong was running away from him, to places he couldn't chase him to.
“What about Friday night?”
“I have a part-time job, remember?”
“Mhm,” Sungyeol grumbled. “Weekend?”
Averting eyes hypnotizing the screen of his cellphone, Sungjong looked at him and sighed. “I can't, too much work. Next time, okay?”
He's been hearing that sentence way too often for his taste. One would think it was Sungjong being in his senior year, not himself. Sungyeol was supposed to be busy with graduating, yet he was always around his boyfriend, whenever Sungjong needed him. Or more likely whenever he needed Sungjong.
“So we met at uni?” the ghost wanted to confirm.
Sungjong nodded, eyes fixed on the flower-patterned tablecloth most of the time. “You were a senior when I enrolled and we had a few mutual friends who took us drinking and introduced us.”
“What friends?”
“Well a few of mine and your classmates and Kim Myungsoo who-”
Frowning, Sungyeol cut in on the boy. “Myungsoo? He was there back then already?”
It would have been nice to hear there used to be only him and Sungjong, always. Somehow he wished to hear Sungjong met and started dating the photographer after his death. Somehow he hoped their love was the one that only death can part, no matter how silly that sounded.
“You know Myungsoo?” As soon as he asked, Sungjong inferred the truth and blushed, lowering his head. “Ah right, you probably saw a lot of things as a ghost...”
Right. Sungyeol thought bitterly, but didn't say anything.
“Myungsoo and I were friends at high school. He helped me out a lot when I moved to Seoul.” He knew lying wouldn't help anything. Now he did. “And we're dating right now.”
“I know that and I understand that after my death-”
Looking almost as sad as back then when he cried curled up on the sofa, Sungjong pointed out: “We've dated before, Sungyeol.”
“Oh.” Sungyeol wasn't sure how to continue this conversation ruining his silly visions of an inseparable couple living happily ever after, well if it wasn't for his death.
He felt like tearing apart the plane tickets, in the tiniest pieces possible, and maybe throwing them out of the window or burning them down. Four years wasn't a short time. Even though time might pass by real fast sometimes, breaking up with someone you've loved for four years does leave scars. Sungyeol could have seen it coming for years, but he refused to believe it.
After a half an hour of intense staring at the date that was approaching fast, Sungyeol decided to spare at least one of the tickets. He had no use for the other one, there was no one in the world he wanted to be with as much as he wanted to be with Sungjong.
“You sure you're going alone hyung?” His younger brother called, full of worried questions.
“I need a break and it's better than locking myself up in here and cry, right?”
“I could go with you though,” Lee Daeyeol opposed.
Sungyeol glanced at the already torn ticket. “It's okay, you concentrate on your studies and take care of mom and dad, okay?”
Taking his brother with him would only mean a lot of questions to answer and a lot of comforting accepted. Sungyeol was sure that's the last thing he needed right now. Getting out of the city and forgetting about everything and everyone he knows might be of some help.
Sungyeol the ghost was holding Sungjong's hand, tasting how warmth feels for the very first time. They were now sitting on the cream-coloured sofa in the living room, side by side like during old times.
“We've planned the trip since our student days,” Sungjong said, smiling absently. “Both of us worked hard and we knew a break is something we're gonna need soon.”
Reminiscing brought a lot of uncomfortable feelings Sungjong has been trying to bury deep inside. With every step towards revealing the truth to the ghost with erased memory it was harder to continue but also impossible to stop or back off.
“Eventually we bought the plane tickets when they were cheap, quite a long time ahead. I was looking forward to it, I really was. I thought it might bring back old times, strengthen our relationship. But,” tears were already making his cheeks wet, “we had a fight. We've always quarreled over basically everything but this time it was serious.”
“So serious that we broke up,” Sungyeol finished for him, letting the other one to only nod.
Life's not a fairy tale, Sungyeol thought.
Sungjong's body was shaking with sobs, his hand's grip tightening. “And that's why I'm so sorry, that's why I can't ever forgive myself. I started dating Myungsoo because, as my best friend, he always comforted me and simply was there for me when we - when I broke up with you.”
In a way Sungyeol could understand that. Now he probably was just a reflection of what Lee Sungyeol used to be. He had no idea what mistakes he did, how much of a miserable boyfriend he might have been.
“You don't have to apologize, Sungjong-ah,” he embraced the crying boy, squeezing his shoulders. “We broke up, you moved on. And I probably healed my wounds relaxing in Hawaii, that's not so bad.”
“Sungyeol,” he bit his lips, “you died there.”
During the first days Sungjong didn't get it. The message felt almost as distant as TV news, as something that doesn't quite include him. It did start with watching news indeed. They said a tsunami hit southern parts of Hawaii, taking a high death toll on the inhabitants and holidaymakers. Then a call came, announcing the bad news.
It took a great deal of patience and love from Myungsoo to persuade Sungjong it wasn't his fault and that he didn't actually kill Sungyeol by letting him go there.
“I should've stopped him,” Sungjong would say. “Or go with him and die, then I wouldn't have to feel like shit.”
“Stop it. I'd miss you if you died,” Myungsoo would say simply, staring into the round eyes full of fear.
“There's a lot of people who miss Sungyeol too.”
The truth was, Sungjong was one of them. Their relationship fell apart because Sungyeol was sometimes too much. There was just too much of him and Sungjong needed to breathe, needed space when he felt like a bird trapped in a cage. But when he lost him, Sungjong realized how much he misses being that bird. Having all the freedom in the world or even being trapped by Myungsoo wasn't what he really wanted, only he didn't realize that before.
And he told Sungyeol. The never said words finally reached his ears, together with a soft-voiced “I loved you”.
Leaning closer and stopping just for a split second centimeters away from Sungyeol's lips, Sungjong kissed him. “And I still do.”
There was a lot said and still a lot to be put right. But they were exhausted. Sungjong felt tired physically and now also mentally from the overflow of feelings. Sungyeol was overwhelmed with all the facts about him and their relationship, slowly feeling more and more anxious. He wanted to just sit like this, wipe off Sungjong's tears and cuddle him until he's smiling again. But he couldn't.
“There's more I didn't tell you,” Sungyeol suddenly confessed, gritting his teeth as he tried to fight back. “Ghosts can fall down into the Underworld against their will sometimes and-”
Sungjong looked frightened seeing the ghost almost disappearing into the sofa, holding onto his hand desperately.
He knew he can't hold on too long. “Just- I love you too. I fell in love with you again and- I'll come back soon okay?”
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I've signed up for Infinite bigbang btw.... idek why really. Which means I should quickly finish this and start the fic for that but aaah still at least two chapters ahead D:
Down the Rabbit Hole [5/7]
- Fandom: Infinite
- Pairing: YeolJong, WooYeol, MyungJong
- Genre: supernatural, AU, romance
- Rating: PG-13
- Words: 2,545 this chapter; 16,919 in total
- Summary: Which includes two ghosts roaming freely between the Underworld and the world of the living and a group of five humans which attract these two stalkers although they do not know about them, mostly.
"Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts."
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
For the very first time in his ghost life Sungyeol wasn't invisible to someone. Were he offered such an opportunity before, he would most certainly take advantage of it. Doing pranks and scaring people to death sounded fun. This time around the prankster was more serious than ever and cautious, extremely cautious.
Woohyun sailed through the front door, gesturing him to come in. “He's sleeping.”
Sungyeol nodded. He was evidently the only ghost Sungjong had the honour to see. Woohyun could still unnoticeably walk around and through the unaware boy and so could all the other ghosts. Sungjong got released from hospital a few days ago, unable to walk without crutches with the fractured leg but otherwise in a good condition.
Quietly squatting down before his bed, Sungyeol stared at the calm, fair-skinned face immersed in sleep. Even breathing became hard, as he was afraid it could wake the boy up. He waited there, possibly whole night and a bit of the early morning until an alarm clock announced it's time to wake up.
He spent quite a long time thinking this over, yet an elegant solution was nowhere to be found.
“Stay calm, okay?” Sungyeol started clumsily, standing far away from the bed as if that could lessen the fright.
However Sungjong reacted in a way the ghost was expecting the least. He didn't panic. He ignored Sungyeol completely. At first the sleepy eyes looked at him, a bit shocked but more frustrated and confused. Then they averted, closing and opening a few times.
Sungyeol didn't intend to give up. When silently following the boy around didn't do any better, he decided to talk. “I know this sounds a bit crazy, but I'm a ghost,” he'd say.
Putting crutches aside to sit down, Sungjong stared at him. He frowned, breathing shallowly. Sungjong's slender fingers ran through his own hair, ruffling it and making it even a bigger mess then it already was. He let out a sigh.
“Listen, I'm not just your imagination, hallucination or whatever you're thinking,” Sungyeol tried to persuade him from the opposite side of the dining table. “I'm real.”
“You can't be real. You-” the sentence got stuck in the boy's throat. “You died.”
“Yeah, I died and then became a ghost,” explained Sungyeol and tried to smile as cheerfully as possible when he noticed Sungjong's eyes getting wet.
Another couple of seconds when they just stared at each other, unsure of the other one's feelings. Sungjong felt crazy for talking with some kind of a vision but he also felt his chest becoming heavier, throat more narrow and eyes teary. Sungyeol wondered if he should leave before he makes the boy cry or continue his failed attempts at explaining.
“I can prove it to you,” a saving idea crossed his mind. “If I tell you something you can't possibly know and you check it's true, will you believe me?”
Sungjong looked perplexed. He wasn't quite sure if he shouldn't call a specialist right away, arranging a meeting as soon as possible. In the end he decided to agree with the ghost for the time being.
“Good. I'll be right back.”
Giving him an information he already possessed would be the easiest, but not certain. Most of the things he knew revolved around Sungjong and the people in his life, therefore he couldn't be sure if the boy knows them or not. The best option Sungyeol could think of was rushing into the streets around the apartment, carefully looking around and remembering the smallest details.
“There is a group of girls in school uniforms heading towards the bridge,” he notified Sungjong as soon as he got back to the seventh floor. “And a black car stopped across the street from here, young lady wearing beige skirt suit getting off. A person is washing the windows of a grocery there, another person is sweeping away fallen leaves.”
While Sungyeol continued the inexhaustible listing, Sungjong laboriously got up and made a few steps towards the window, opening up the blinds. He tried to remember if he already looked through the window today. Even if he did, it was definitely way earlier before he settled in the kitchen and the mentioned people would have been long gone, unless the whole neighbourhood was fooling with him.
Sungjong interrupted the reporting. “I'm sorry.”
Sungyeol stopped, him being the confused one now.
“If I ever got a chance to, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry,” repeated Sungjong with tears dropping down. Instead of using his hands to wipe them off, he stretched out his arms to pull Sungyeol closer.
They were almost touching him, so close. “Sungjong-ah, I'm a ghost. You can't touch-”
Sungyeol was dragged into a hug, feeling Sungjong's hands resting on his back, their chests pressing against each other tightly. It left him speechless. He raised his own hands to put them onto Sungjong's shoulders, stroking them and feeling the boy's skin underneath his fingers.
“What are you sorry for?” asked Sungyeol when they sat by the table again, still fascinated by the unexpected turn of things.
“What,” Sungjong looked at him, puzzled, “do you mean by that?”
There the ghost realized he forgot to mention how things work in the afterlife. Sungjong couldn't have any idea that ghosts don't carry the memories of the times they were living with them or basically anything else about the Underworld and its rules.
The sun shining through blinds and lighting up the kitchen with warm red and yellow hue was long gone; it was already noon. Despite listening to Sungyeol's narration carefully, Sungjong failed to fully grasp the situation. He wasn't even sure if he accepted the truth that a ghost of Lee Sungyeol is sitting in his kitchen, talking to him. If that alone was hard, hearing about a world as strange as the Underworld might have been pretty much incomprehensible.
“So,” Sungyeol breathed out, exhausted by talking. “What was I like as a living person? Who was Lee Sungyeol?”
Even with all he already knew there were a lot of blank spaces that needed to be filled, like an incomplete jigsaw. He could have told Sungjong things he found out, but he didn't. More than confirming he wanted to hear it all over again, directly from the person he loved and who used to love him back.
Lee Sungyeol was a model. Hadn't he died at such a young age the tall handsome boy might have become a top model of the world-renowned designers. He didn't follow his dream since a very young age like a lot of kids around him. Rather he discovered it quite by chance when he enrolled into Kyunghee University, majoring fashion design. With his designing abilities he wouldn't get far, but Sungyeol was lucky enough to be scouted by a modeling company.
By the end of his senior year he had pretty much everything. A certain carrier, friends at important places and a lover. The mentioned lover sometimes didn't fit into the category of things he possessed though. At times Sungyeol felt like he's all his and at times Sungjong was running away from him, to places he couldn't chase him to.
“What about Friday night?”
“I have a part-time job, remember?”
“Mhm,” Sungyeol grumbled. “Weekend?”
Averting eyes hypnotizing the screen of his cellphone, Sungjong looked at him and sighed. “I can't, too much work. Next time, okay?”
He's been hearing that sentence way too often for his taste. One would think it was Sungjong being in his senior year, not himself. Sungyeol was supposed to be busy with graduating, yet he was always around his boyfriend, whenever Sungjong needed him. Or more likely whenever he needed Sungjong.
“So we met at uni?” the ghost wanted to confirm.
Sungjong nodded, eyes fixed on the flower-patterned tablecloth most of the time. “You were a senior when I enrolled and we had a few mutual friends who took us drinking and introduced us.”
“What friends?”
“Well a few of mine and your classmates and Kim Myungsoo who-”
Frowning, Sungyeol cut in on the boy. “Myungsoo? He was there back then already?”
It would have been nice to hear there used to be only him and Sungjong, always. Somehow he wished to hear Sungjong met and started dating the photographer after his death. Somehow he hoped their love was the one that only death can part, no matter how silly that sounded.
“You know Myungsoo?” As soon as he asked, Sungjong inferred the truth and blushed, lowering his head. “Ah right, you probably saw a lot of things as a ghost...”
Right. Sungyeol thought bitterly, but didn't say anything.
“Myungsoo and I were friends at high school. He helped me out a lot when I moved to Seoul.” He knew lying wouldn't help anything. Now he did. “And we're dating right now.”
“I know that and I understand that after my death-”
Looking almost as sad as back then when he cried curled up on the sofa, Sungjong pointed out: “We've dated before, Sungyeol.”
“Oh.” Sungyeol wasn't sure how to continue this conversation ruining his silly visions of an inseparable couple living happily ever after, well if it wasn't for his death.
He felt like tearing apart the plane tickets, in the tiniest pieces possible, and maybe throwing them out of the window or burning them down. Four years wasn't a short time. Even though time might pass by real fast sometimes, breaking up with someone you've loved for four years does leave scars. Sungyeol could have seen it coming for years, but he refused to believe it.
After a half an hour of intense staring at the date that was approaching fast, Sungyeol decided to spare at least one of the tickets. He had no use for the other one, there was no one in the world he wanted to be with as much as he wanted to be with Sungjong.
“You sure you're going alone hyung?” His younger brother called, full of worried questions.
“I need a break and it's better than locking myself up in here and cry, right?”
“I could go with you though,” Lee Daeyeol opposed.
Sungyeol glanced at the already torn ticket. “It's okay, you concentrate on your studies and take care of mom and dad, okay?”
Taking his brother with him would only mean a lot of questions to answer and a lot of comforting accepted. Sungyeol was sure that's the last thing he needed right now. Getting out of the city and forgetting about everything and everyone he knows might be of some help.
Sungyeol the ghost was holding Sungjong's hand, tasting how warmth feels for the very first time. They were now sitting on the cream-coloured sofa in the living room, side by side like during old times.
“We've planned the trip since our student days,” Sungjong said, smiling absently. “Both of us worked hard and we knew a break is something we're gonna need soon.”
Reminiscing brought a lot of uncomfortable feelings Sungjong has been trying to bury deep inside. With every step towards revealing the truth to the ghost with erased memory it was harder to continue but also impossible to stop or back off.
“Eventually we bought the plane tickets when they were cheap, quite a long time ahead. I was looking forward to it, I really was. I thought it might bring back old times, strengthen our relationship. But,” tears were already making his cheeks wet, “we had a fight. We've always quarreled over basically everything but this time it was serious.”
“So serious that we broke up,” Sungyeol finished for him, letting the other one to only nod.
Life's not a fairy tale, Sungyeol thought.
Sungjong's body was shaking with sobs, his hand's grip tightening. “And that's why I'm so sorry, that's why I can't ever forgive myself. I started dating Myungsoo because, as my best friend, he always comforted me and simply was there for me when we - when I broke up with you.”
In a way Sungyeol could understand that. Now he probably was just a reflection of what Lee Sungyeol used to be. He had no idea what mistakes he did, how much of a miserable boyfriend he might have been.
“You don't have to apologize, Sungjong-ah,” he embraced the crying boy, squeezing his shoulders. “We broke up, you moved on. And I probably healed my wounds relaxing in Hawaii, that's not so bad.”
“Sungyeol,” he bit his lips, “you died there.”
During the first days Sungjong didn't get it. The message felt almost as distant as TV news, as something that doesn't quite include him. It did start with watching news indeed. They said a tsunami hit southern parts of Hawaii, taking a high death toll on the inhabitants and holidaymakers. Then a call came, announcing the bad news.
It took a great deal of patience and love from Myungsoo to persuade Sungjong it wasn't his fault and that he didn't actually kill Sungyeol by letting him go there.
“I should've stopped him,” Sungjong would say. “Or go with him and die, then I wouldn't have to feel like shit.”
“Stop it. I'd miss you if you died,” Myungsoo would say simply, staring into the round eyes full of fear.
“There's a lot of people who miss Sungyeol too.”
The truth was, Sungjong was one of them. Their relationship fell apart because Sungyeol was sometimes too much. There was just too much of him and Sungjong needed to breathe, needed space when he felt like a bird trapped in a cage. But when he lost him, Sungjong realized how much he misses being that bird. Having all the freedom in the world or even being trapped by Myungsoo wasn't what he really wanted, only he didn't realize that before.
And he told Sungyeol. The never said words finally reached his ears, together with a soft-voiced “I loved you”.
Leaning closer and stopping just for a split second centimeters away from Sungyeol's lips, Sungjong kissed him. “And I still do.”
There was a lot said and still a lot to be put right. But they were exhausted. Sungjong felt tired physically and now also mentally from the overflow of feelings. Sungyeol was overwhelmed with all the facts about him and their relationship, slowly feeling more and more anxious. He wanted to just sit like this, wipe off Sungjong's tears and cuddle him until he's smiling again. But he couldn't.
“There's more I didn't tell you,” Sungyeol suddenly confessed, gritting his teeth as he tried to fight back. “Ghosts can fall down into the Underworld against their will sometimes and-”
Sungjong looked frightened seeing the ghost almost disappearing into the sofa, holding onto his hand desperately.
He knew he can't hold on too long. “Just- I love you too. I fell in love with you again and- I'll come back soon okay?”
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