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ˋ 𑁍 ⨾ PIERCE THE VEIL

you’re no stranger to the supernatural as the daughter of a humble graveyard cleaner. your father always told you to never pierce the veil between the supernatural and the human world, but that gets more and more difficult as time passes and you start seeing an apparition in the corner of your eye. halloween night—when the veil is the thinnest—you decide to try to talk to it, and you’re shocked when you and the figure that has been following you around for so long come face to face.

❛ 이희승 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ 𓈒𓈒 ❨ 歌 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 ❩ 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍!𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝟣𝟪𝟢𝟢𝗌 𝖺𝗎 (𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒), 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎 ✴︎ 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘫𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦), 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘧. 𝘳𝘦𝘤), 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𓏸 84OO ╱ 𝓶. list ╱ 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝖒. 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

( 𝓷 )。 thank you sooo much to my very very lovely @yvampyr for the idea hehehe (づ￣ ³￣)づ♡♡♡ ghost hee is finally being able to see the light of day aaaa!! they are soooo fall in love again and again hehe!!~~ i hope that you all enjoy!! ♡

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Hands shook you as you awakened with a gasp. You looked around your bedroom that was shrouded in darkness. The candles had been snuffed out and the only light in the room came from the moonlight that peeked in from your sheer curtains. Desperately, you tried to catch onto anything in the darkness, but you only saw shifting shadows. Your white nightgown stuck to your sweaty skin as your labored breathing picked up more.

“Are you here?” you whispered to the silence, but there wasn’t an answer.

Mere seconds later, your father pushed open your door. His footsteps were always quiet—something he taught you to do as well. He used to tell you that it was because he spent his days and nights cleaning graveyards and one wrong step, one loud step, would attract the wrong company. Your father did his best to teach you about the supernatural on the other side of the veil. And he taught you that for whatever reason, you should never, ever pierce it for someone on the other side.

When you were a child, you took his words seriously, no matter how much the other side interested you with each new story. Now, as an adult who has seen their fair share of what lurks in the darkness, you take his words with a grain of salt that you toss over your shoulder. Your father was superstitious, after all.

He held a singular lit candle that was nestled in a worn brass holder. The light from the flame poured into the room, bringing warmth to it. You squinted your eyes. “I’m off, dear.”

You looked out your window again, the moon still high in the sky. It had to be the middle of the night. You looked back to your father with furrowed brows to find he had his pocket watch out and was watching the minute slowly tick by. He held it out for you to look at. It was three thirty-three in the morning. You looked back up at him, your expression even more incredulous and still ridden with sleep. “So early?” you asked him.

“The dead doesn’t wait,” your father said simply, snapping the watch closed and slipping it back into his pocket. He tilted his head at you a little. “It seems you don’t either. A bad dream?”

You shook your head, your breathing finally slowing. “A dreamless sleep,” you replied, bringing a hand up to your shoulder. You still felt like the hands that shook you awake were touching you. “It was odd. I still woke up in a fright despite it, father. Like hands were grabbing me.”

Your father’s face paled a little, but he tried to cover it up with a low chuckle. “Well, you did always say the place was haunted. Maybe you were imagining it, maybe it was a ghost.”

His words brought a smile to your face and you shook your head a little to clear your thoughts before glancing back up at him. “I specifically remember saying you brought the ghosts home with you. Not that our home was already haunted. You’re so superstitious, but you never cleanse yourself before stepping through the front door.” You laughed a little. “Anyone could be living with us now.”

“I’ll start taking your advice then. Light some candles when you next get up and open the windows. Stay inside the house.” Your father said the last sentence with all seriousness. You were about to ask what for before you remembered what day it was—Halloween. The day where the veil between the human world and the supernatural world was the thinnest, where the dead walked amongst the living for just one night. Your father walked back towards your door, one of his hands resting on the door knob. “And whatever you do, do not open the door for anybody. Not even the trick-or-treaters.”

You sighed a little and then nodded. “Of course, father.”

“I’ll be back around midnight,” your father says, closing your door. “Get some rest. Don’t forget about the candles—the black and blue ones.”

With that he shut your door, taking all the warmth and light from his candle with him, and basked you back into the darkness. You inhaled sharply, now fully awake. You let your eyes roam around the dark again, trying to notice the shifting shadows, but it seemed they were gone with the light.

You knew there was someone—something—else here in the house with you and your father. You could always see the shape of it in the corner of your eye, or glimpse it behind you in your reflection. Sometimes you could see its silhouette moving in the dark when you were right between the waking world and the dream world. It was always around you specifically—always. Your father always claimed he never saw what you were talking about and you rarely saw it when he was in the house either. He would always joke that he shouldn’t have told you so many stories as a child.

It used to scare you, when you first noticed it. But, once you realized that it was benevolent you eased up on the entity. Maybe it was just a lonely ghost. Who knows why it only followed you. Maybe it was because you were in the house the most. You had no clue.

Staring at the full moon, you watched the dark clouds pass over it until you started to feel tired again.

A curse passed through your lips as you swatted away the cloud of dust that rose in your face. Next time, you had to remind yourself not to hide your talking board underneath the floorboards. You pulled it up from beneath the wood and wiped away more dust that covered the cloth you hastily wrapped it in. You almost had forgotten about it if today being Halloween hadn’t reminded you.

When you were a child, and way more prone to the occult, you had snuck off to the oddities store alone while your father was working. Back then, you always wanted to go to work with him at the graveyard, despite his insistence on you staying with a neighbor. You wanted to see all the ghosts of the dead firsthand—but that of course never happened. In the store, which had conveniently been across the street from the graveyard and next to the church, the storekeeper greeted you with a big and bright smile.

He said, “I know just the thing that you’re looking for. Those pesky ghosts… Follow me, my child.” The storekeeper said it like he could see through the veil, and that thrilled you.

And perhaps he could. You remember how odd he looked himself, a big top hat sat upon his head with a monocle on his left eye that was cloudy with a cataract. He looked like a circus ringleader. So you followed him to the back of the store to where the oddities got darker. Various skulls lined the shelves, along with bottles of unknown liquids and eyes that seemed to follow you in a jar. You stuck close to him, the fear now creeping in. There were less candles back there, so the lighting was dim and your shadows made everything darker.

The storekeeper pulled something from the dark, a large board with big letters and numbers on it, and led you back to the front as he explained what it was and what it did. You looked up at his tall figure and his smiling white teeth. “I don’t have any money,” you said, timidly. You wanted to leave the store now. The walls felt like they were closing in on you and the oddities—and funnily enough, not curiosities—were beginning to freak you out.

He held the board out to you, the odd thing kept neatly in a wooden box. “It’s a gift,” the storekeeper said. “You surely need it more than I do. Oh! Here—take these too.” He pushed the wooden box into your arms and gave you some black candles to go along with it. You didn’t even know candles came in such a dark color. You thanked him and swiftly made your way out of the store, rushing to get back to the graveyard.

As soon as you pushed open the gate you felt like you could breathe again. You quickly made your way back into the graveyard house before your father could see you and snuck off to an empty room somewhere where another worker wouldn’t find you.

You laid out the wooden box with the black candles surrounding you in a circle like you did then, the flames making a slight cracking sound that you still didn’t understand. Inhaling sharply, you opened the box and felt all the energy rush through you like it did once before as a child. You exhaled slowly, grabbing the talking board and setting it in front of you with the planchette.

“If you’re here with me, please make yourself known,” you say through a shaky breath to the empty room. “The veil tonight is thin, and I’m curious. So, if you may…”

You raised your hands above the planchette, trying to ignore the way they trembled. Your mind raced with the warning that your father gave you earlier. It was nearing late in the night and you couldn’t bear seeing the figure out of the corner of your eye anymore. You were too curious about who or what it is. Why are they only showing themself to you? What did they want? These were all questions you wanted to know. But, as you placed your fingers on the planchette, your mind was suddenly blank.

You racked your mind for a question and decided to start out simple. “Is the apparition who follows me around here with me right now?” you called out.

It was silent for a moment and you could hear your heart hammering in your chest. Slowly, the planchette started to move up to the left towards where the word ‘YES’ was. You gasped as it started to move and your breathing picked up. A wary smile spread across your face at whoever was with you deciding to speak with you.

Thinking about another question for a second, you inhaled sharply and asked your second question. “Did I know you when you were still… here amongst the living?”

The question hung in the air and you were afraid that they wouldn’t answer you. You were searching your mind for another question when the planchette started to move again towards ‘NO’. Instead, you hummed in thought.

So you didn’t know them… Why did they follow you around then?

“Are you a ghost?” you asked. The planchette moved faster this time, like whoever was on the other side was getting the hang of the talking board. You felt an energy in front of you, almost as if they were sitting across the board from you. ‘YES’, the board responded.

A ghost? What could a ghost possibly want with you? Mentally, you shook your head at it all. Your father really did bring a ghost back with him from the graveyard. You were hoping that it was just a hollow joke and not the truth.

You tried to think of a simple way to ask the ghost what it wanted, but you couldn’t think of one. There was too much that you wanted to know about that was too complex for the limitations of a talking board. You decided to try and get more information on the ghost.

“What’s your name?” you asked the ghost.

The planchette moved faster across the board, this time traveling over the letters instead of sticking to where it said yes and no. You read out each letter the planchette stopped on, ‘L-E-E-H-E-E-S-E-U-N-G’. You read the name out slowly in question and the planchette shot over to ‘YES’.

You thought that it would’ve been rude to ask how he died, so instead you decided to ask when he died. The planchette smoothed over the numbers for you, ‘1818’. You were shocked at how recent his death was. Stupidly, a joke slipped out your mouth. “That’s unfortunate, you just missed The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” You hurriedly clamped your mouth shut.

The energy around you shifted. It was less tense, lighter, almost. Like Heeseung enjoyed the bad joke that you made. You cracked a smile and glanced around the room. “Sorry,” you giggled a little. “I make bad jokes when I’m nervous.”

You cleared your throat, “How old were you when you died?” You were beating around the bush, but now that you had a name for the figure that followed you all throughout the house you needed to know. The planchette moved again, ‘23’.

Shock filled you again. He died so young… and he was close in age to you too. It really made you wonder what happened.

Deciding to shift the topic away from his death, you asked a different question. “What… Why do you only follow me around?” The question was perhaps not the best to get the most information as possible, but it was the simplest way you knew how to ask it.

The board was motionless for a moment. You could physically feel each second that ticked by as you waited for an answer and the sky drew darker. But after a while, Heeseung responded. ‘F-A-M-I-L-I-A-R’, he simply responded. Your brows furrowed.

“Familiar?” you mutter to yourself. But, he said he didn’t know you… “Familiar in what way?” you spoke louder.

Heeseung’s response was almost instant and you gasped again at how fast the planchette moved across the wooded board. ‘T-I-M-E’.

“I don’t understand,” you muttered to yourself again. Heeseung decided to answer you anyway, moving the planchette just as fast as before. ‘L-I-N-E’, he responded. “Time… line? Timeline? Are you saying in a different timeline we knew each other?” you asked.

You were getting skeptical now. You don’t even know why you bothered pulling out this talking board knowing that you took the occult with a grain of salt. Ever since that day in the graveyard house you vowed not to indulge in it again. Why bother now?

Like he could sense your skepticism, Heeseung moved the planchette across the board once again. It was the first time he gave you multiple words other than when you asked his name. ‘P-A-R-A-L-L-E-L’, he gave you, along with ‘M-E-M-O-R-Y’ and ‘T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R’.

You still didn’t understand, and with each word he tried to give you to try and help you understand, you could tell that it was just making the both of you frustrated. You had asked him to clarify once again, and in the middle of spelling ‘W-I…’ the planchette flew across the room. You jumped back and quickly rose to your feet, eyes wide.

You ran over to the planchette, making sure to not catch the candles, and grabbed it. Moving back to the talking board, you moved the planchette over to goodbye and quickly packed up the board into the wooden box it came in. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you stared at the box. It was so plain, yet it held such a monumental connection to the other side.

Pressing a hand to your chest, you let the black candles burn for another moment—it’s wax spilling over the wood floor—before you snuffed them out. You rushed out of the room and decided to get ready for bed.

You couldn’t tell if you were sleeping or awake, but it felt like you were stuck inbetween the two and your body couldn’t decide which direction you wanted to go. Your head was foggy and your body felt so heavy. All you could really feel was the way sweat pooled on your brow despite the coldness of your room and the weird images that flashed in your mind one after the other.

They all felt vaguely familiar, but it was from a time you weren’t familiar with and with a man that you didn’t know. But, even he felt familiar too—like you knew him for a long time. The images of your mind were intimate and it made your body heat up as desire sat in the pit of your belly. Your eyes squeezed shut tighter and you pulled at your thin nightgown. You couldn’t understand what was happening to you, maybe an odd trick of your mind, but you couldn’t say that the images didn’t temp you either.

Your hands pulled at your nightgown, languidly tugging it up so your warm skin was exposed to the cool air. It felt like you were trudging through thick water and no matter how fast you tried to go, your body refused to move as quickly as you wanted it to. Your hands slid down your stomach and rested right above where that desire called to you.

Another image flashed through your mind. It was of the man’s fingers grazing along your skin, a warm smile on his face as he glanced up at you from between your legs. Your fingers trailed the same path as his and you felt your breathing grow heavier. More visions raced through your mind, his lips against yours, his hands on your body touching every inch that he could like it would be the last he ever saw of you, him making you feel pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

It was all so much, and you wondered why your brain would conjure up these visions for you.

Your hand inched down further and your fingertips dipped into the wetness that was collecting there between your legs. A small moan left your parted lips and with barely any friction, your back arched off of your bed. All you could feel was his hands, like you weren’t in your own body at all. It wasn’t your fingers that rubbed circles at your clit, it was his. This mystery man who you felt so much connection to.

Your fingers circled your clit faster as his lips latched on to your skin over and over, making you burn hotter. More moans spilled from your mouth and into the nighttime air. You were being loud, and for once you were thankful that your father would be gone until midnight. Though, you don’t remember leaving your window open.

Hips bucking towards your hand, you were lost in this place between the waking world and the dream world. In your mind, it was just the two of you—and it was everything you could’ve hoped for. His touch was so familiar, and it highlighted everything you felt that you were missing in your life. If you were dreaming, you didn’t want to wake up. And if you were awake, you hoped that this moment never ended.

A loud moan was pulled from you as your legs snapped together. You could feel his hands on your knees, pulling them apart so he could get a good view at the way you fell apart for him. The feeling was all so overwhelming and your senses felt heightened. You were up in the clouds and that sweet feeling of bliss drifted over you as your fingers halted. Your body relaxed again and you let out a relieved sigh as your eyes drifted open. This time, you were certain that you were awake.

That bliss lasted for only a minute before concern took over. Your already coated fingers dipped between your legs again and when you pulled the back to take a look, they were coated in milky white. You sat up in your bed, your body still feeling a little heavy, as you looked around your room.

The window was wide open, and the cool air came through as it pleased. You shivered a little, your body no longer feverishly hot. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow slip underneath your door just as soon as you heard knocking.

You looked down between your legs again and the large wet spot that was there. Embarrassment creeped up your neck. What if it was a neighbor? What if they were here to complain about how loud you were being with your window open? You raced to your feet, stepping uncomfortably as your burning ache slid down your thighs slowly.

You cursed to yourself quietly. You were gonna have to change your sheets. You quickly latched your shutters closed and made your way out of your room, grabbing a spare towel near the bathroom to wipe yourself clean and hiding it in an empty drawer to clean once you were sure whoever was at your front door was no longer there.

“Just a moment!” you called out towards the door, trying to get yourself situated as you moved through the dark. You were so thankful that you had cleaned the house earlier.

Wrapping your robe around you tightly, you plastered a big smile on your face as you swung the door open. It faltered when there was nobody on the other side. You glanced around outside, and in the distance you could see children in their homemade costumes giggling about the candy they got and the pranks they caused. There were groups of people sitting together, fancy glasses pressed to their lips as they sipped on whatever expensive wine they had. Your brows furrowed as you looked around again. It seems that you have been tricked.

You shut the door, a little annoyed that your sleep was disturbed. You dug in your father’s jacket for his pocket watch just as the knocking began again. It was still hours from midnight. You turned on your heel in more annoyance towards the door, flying it open in the middle of one of the knocks.

The man on the other side jumped, his hand still in the air, before he composed himself and smiled at you. All the air in your lungs was swiftly removed in that moment as you stared at him. His smile grew a little at the shock clearly presented on your face.

It was him, the man who you were just dreaming about.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you gaped like a fish, unable to say anything. He took you in for a moment, like this was the first time he was seeing you in a while. There was something off about him. He was much more polished than the men sipping wine in the distance behind him. They were much more disheveled with the night growing on. Their suits were wrinkled and half of them were without their suit jackets. Their hair fell from its styling into the faces and their laughs grew more boisterous as the alcohol entered their systems. He, however, looked like he had just risen and gotten ready for the day despite it being night. It deeply perplexed you.

“I’m sorry for bothering you at such a late hour, Mrs.,” he spoke. His voice was smooth and steady, and it made your knees weaken a little. You held onto the door frame like your life depended on it and clutched your robe together tighter. You could feel your skin warming up again. The chill breeze ran through you and you shivered again. “It’s a cold night tonight, do you mind if we speak inside? I don’t want you to keep shivering.”

Still lost for words and with a foggy head, you nodded and moved to the side for him. You felt compelled to let him in, like it was the answer to why you saw those visions. When he stepped inside, your body felt heavy again and the air around you both felt different. You shut the door and stood in the dark with him for a couple seconds before remembering that you both needed to see.

You chuckled awkwardly, “Sorry. Let me light some candles.”

You lit the ones at the table first and led him to it so he could sit down. As you moved around lighting the candles around the room, you felt his eyes on you. It was odd. Usually you would see the shadows in the corner of your eye, that familiar one that always followed you around, but you haven’t seen it since it slipped underneath your door. What was even more odd is that the man sitting at your table right now felt the same as that familiar ghost.

In order for the awkward tension to dwindle in the room, and as a way to help stabilize yourself from the heaviness in your body that you felt, you struck up conversation with the man as you tended to the fire that had gone out. “If you’re here for my father, I’m sorry but he’s working until late right now. But, I can take a message for him, if you wouldn’t mind.” You looked back at him, giving him a wobbly smile, before turning back to the hearth and stoking the fire.

“Can I get your name?” you continued, moving from the hearth to grab a candle.

You heard his smooth voice again and your eyes fluttered closed for a minute. “Oh, that’ll be fine, Mrs. I’m not here to speak to your father, I’m here to speak to you.” You raised a brow as he kept talking. “My name is Heeseung, Lee Heeseung.”

The candle slipped from your hands and into the fire, causing the flames to erupt and nearly burn you. You gasped, flying back, as you heard Heeseung’s footsteps come closer to you. He looked over you worriedly and asked if you were okay as he held your hands and examined them, but all you could think about was his hands all over you in that weird vision—or memory, as it felt more like—and the way he made you feel.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, shock written all over your face. “Here, you sit down,” Heeseung said as he led you to one of the chairs at the table. “I’ll light the rest of the candles for you. You rest for a moment.”

Your mind flashed back to minutes prior, and you squeezed your legs shut. “O-Oh, me?” you asked, your voice coming out shaky. You hoped that he would think that it was from your scare with the fire. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Maybe he was a different Lee Heeseung. That was the only rational explanation that you could come up with. You didn’t want to believe that he was the ghost who has been following you around for a while now. That shadow that always lingered in the corner of your eye. The Heeseung that you knew was a ghost, he died years ago. It wasn’t possible that he was in front of you right now, lighting your candles so the room was filled with more light.

When he held your hands, he felt real. You’ve never came face to face with a ghost before, but you would’ve thought that your hands would go through them. How was this possible? And why did he feel so familiar? Not just in him possibly being your old ghost, but it felt like you’ve met him before despite not actually meeting. If that was the case, how was he here?

“Not in this timeline,” Heeseung says as he lit the last candle.

You thought that he was joking, but there was no infliction in his voice. Heeseung smiled at you as he sat down again. You then remembered what day it was. Halloween, the day where the veil is the thinnest. Maybe it was the Heeseung you talked to through the talking board earlier.

“What do you mean?” you asked. You wanted him to come right out and say it. But, Heeseung’s smile grew, like you both knew a secret that nobody else did. You can’t exactly explain the way he stared at you, but you knew that it was warm and loving along with his smile, like he was finally seeing you again after a long time away.

Heeseung looked down at your hands resting on the table. The two of you were sitting across from each other. “I don’t mean to make a lady scared, but, we have spoken before. It was just a bit… unconventional. So to say.” You furrowed your brows, urging him to go on. You already knew what he was referring to—the talking board—but you wanted him to confirm that you weren’t losing your mind. “It wasn’t exactly face to face, but we were almost sitting like we are now.”

“You…” you trailed off in disbelief. “You’re my ghost? B-But how? How are you sitting in front of me right now? I touched you and you’re real. You told me you died in eighteen-eighteen. How are you here right now?”

You stood to your feet, your foggy head now making you lightheaded. You staggered backwards towards the hearth and Heeseung jumped from his seat to steady you. In the process, your robe had slipped off of one of your shoulders, exposing the bare skin of your arm. When Heeseung touched you, you saw those visions again—albeit, less intimate.

It was flashes of your daily life together. One in particular was of a pretty ring sliding onto your finger and of a white dress. Heeseung’s words from the talking board rang through your mind, your fingers on the planchette as he dragged it from letter to letter, specifically ‘M-E-M-O-R-Y’.

“I apologize for being vague when we talked earlier, but talking boards are very limited. I don’t want to overwhelm you, but the veil is at its thinnest and we are running out of time to speak face to face.” You glanced up at Heeseung, and your breath hitched at his closeness. You weren’t going crazy, this was real. He is real. Heeseung cupped your cheek, his eyes softening even more as his brows pulled together. “Do you remember?”

You did. You saw the two of you throughout time, over and over again. It was always you and him. He would remember before you did and would come and find you, and the two of you would be together again. But, something went wrong this time around, and he died before the two of you could even meet. Your mouth hung open in shock at all the new information flooding through you, and you nodded as you looked up at him.

Heeseung trailed his hand down from your cheek to your chin, and you got more memories. He was buried at the graveyard your father has worked at your entire life. The two of you were so close, but so far away… The only reason he found you in this lifetime was because of your rare visits to it to see your father. You chuckled a little to yourself, unknowingly sharing the rest of Heeseung’s memory of that day. Your father didn’t bring a ghost home, you did.

Heeseung smiled and it lit up his entire face, brighter than the candlelight. “You do remember,” he spoke in almost disbelief.

You hadn’t realized how tightly you were gripping the jacket of Heeseung’s suit. “These memories… that means…” Embarrassment creeped up your neck again and spread across your cheeks. Your smile faltered as you stared at Heeseung wide eyed. You remembered how his familiar shadow slipped under the door when you woke up earlier. “Oh my,” you exclaimed in disarray, pushing away from Heeseung and turning your back to him. You covered your mouth with your hands. “You were there!” your voice came out muffled.

Behind you, Heeseung laughed. He grabbed your waist as he rounded your body to look at you again, and you almost melted into his touch and how it was exactly what you had been looking for all your life. “You saw everything!” you continued, muffled. You couldn’t look at him.

“It’s okay,” Heeseung laughed more.

“It’s not okay!” you exclaimed, looking at him bewildered. “I am a woman, and you’ve seen me at my most intimate and vulnerable!”

Heeseung laughed at you like you were being ridiculous, and after having all of your memories from your past lives back, maybe you were. But still, you didn’t know about any of this then! “I’ve seen you more intimate and more vulnerable than that, beloved. I’ve seen every inch of you!” Heeseung could barely contain his laugh, and it was infectious. You tried hard to fight off your smile, but it was impossible.

You nudged him a little, the smile still lingering on your face, “You are ridiculous. I can’t believe you were watching me all of this time and never tried to make contact.”

“I can’t believe you actually remember it all!” Heeseung replied. “And it’s not like I didn’t try! You underestimate how hard it is being a ghost. It’s nothing like the stories you hear about.”

He pulled you close as he spoke and your smile faltered at him being a ghost. Of course he was, how could you forget that? Heeseung tilted his head at you in question and you looked down. “What are we going to do? You’re a ghost and I’m not. And who knows when we’ll meet in the next life.” Tears began to well in your eyes and Heeseung gently shushed you.

“Don’t worry about that, we still have tonight. We still have the talking board and whatever crazy invention people claim you can speak to ghosts with. I’ll always be here with you until the very end.” Heeseung wiped away the tear that fell down your cheek.

You smiled at him, “Then lets make the most of it while the veil is thin and I can still feel you.” You brought your lips to his and captured them in a sweet kiss. Heeseung wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. He smiled against your lips.

“I’ll make it the best night of your life,” he said.

You laughed as your fingers slid underneath his suit jacket. “I’ve had many of those across many lifetimes.” You pulled the fabric off of him, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Heeseung pulled at your robe and tossed it onto the back of one of the chairs. He started to unbutton his shirt, smirking at you as his fingers moved.

“Then this will be one you’ll never forget.”

You put a hand out onto his to stop his descent of buttons, instead taking his hand and leading him towards your room. You stopped him at the door.

“Like the ones from earlier? Only, this time you wouldn’t have to show me? Cause I’d like the sound of that,” you spoke. Your smile grew as Heeseung leaned towards your lips and you moved away and leaned against your door. The corners of his mouth rose at the action. “Wait here for a moment,” you said, before slipping into your room.

You breathed out, still not used to the effect that he had on you. You then rushed over to your bed and stripped the sheets off, kicking them under your bed to wash later. You grabbed some new sheets from your closet and quickly made the bed up again and tidied your room a bit. Opening the door, you were greeted with Heeseung’s warm smile and sweet laughter.

He stepped in and looked around like he hasn’t been here before, and you rolled your eyes at him playfully before shutting your door. You turned back towards him and pulled off your nightgown, leaving yourself completely bare in front of him. Heeseung’s eyes widened like he had never seen your body before.

Heeseung licked his lips as you stepped towards him. You smirked at him, “What? You said you’ve seen me bare before, why do you look shocked?” You untucked his shirt and pulled it off of him. After, your fingers trailed along his torso as you took the top half of him in.

“You’re a woman…” Heeseung trailed, still gaping in awe at you. “And I’m seeing you at your most intimate and vulnerable…” He inhaled sharply as his hands grabbed your waist gently. You felt the way they trembled.

You started to unbutton his pants, laughing. “I can cover back up if you want me to.”

Heeseung immediately shook his head and started to back you up towards your bed. The back of your knees hit the side of it and you fell down onto it. You looked at his unbuttoned jeans that were level with your eyes before looking up at him. “No! N-No…” Heeseung chuckled a little awkwardly. His breathing picked up from the way you were looking at him. “I want to see every inch of you again—feel every inch of you again—before our time together runs out.”

“Then lets not waste it,” you grinned.

In record time Heeseung stripped off his clothes until he was completely bare too. You bit your lip at his body, trying your hardest not to feel that feverish heat that you felt from earlier, but it was no use. All you thought about was those memories, and each time they flashed in your mind Heeseung’s smile grew and your breathing grew a little more labored.

You moved back further onto the bed as Heeseung climbed over you, trapping you between his arms and body. “Do you see it now?” he asked you, his breath fanning along your skin. “All the other times I’ve had you under me like this. Do you feel my touch?”

He moved his hand up the expanse of your stomach before stopping underneath your breast. The tip of his nose dragged along the side of your neck and you felt the vibrations of his chuckle when your breathing nearly stopped. He pressed a kiss to your neck, right where your pulse was beating rapidly. “I know you do…” he trailed.

It felt like your entire life was leading up to this moment when Heeseung’s lips finally touched yours. You thought that you had every memory, but you were wrong with just how much you were still missing. When the two of you kissed, it was like the first time over and over again. That same excited and anxious feeling coursed through your body and reminded you that it was all connected. Your eyes widened and you wrapped your arms around Heeseung’s neck like you’d go spiraling if you didn’t keep yourself grounded to him.

You captured his lips with yours again and didn’t let go until you physically had to and he pulled away from you, kissing the sides of your mouth. As soon as you barely had enough oxygen, you kissed him again. It was like falling in love again and again and you couldn’t get enough of the feeling.

He hasn’t even really touched you yet and still, just kissing him felt like all that you ever needed.

But, when he did touch you… When his hands slid up the back of your thighs and pushed them to your chest, that desire that pooled inside the pit of your belly intensified tenfold as he settled between you. The memories of it all were nothing compared to his actual touch.

Heeseung kissed down your neck and across your chest, making sure to take his time and ensure that there wasn’t a part of your skin that he hadn't touched. His hands grabbed your breasts and gave them a good squeeze, and you could just feel his smile when your back arched off your bed. They trailed back down your stomach as he continued his descent of kisses there too, right until he got right where you needed to feel him the most.

You weren’t prepared for it, you thought that he was going to keep teasing you. You didn’t think that he’d leave gentle kisses on your clit, suckling a little like he just had to have a taste. You grabbed at your sheets, your knuckles turning white. Heeseung groaned lowly, before licking a thick stripe up your pussy, “I have to save this for when I’m actually here. You taste too sweet to only have you when the veil is thin.”

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest and your body heat and desire intensified even more at the thought of another moment like this. Heeseung gave your clit a final kiss, like it was absolutely killing him to have to pull away from it—which you would’ve laughed at considering him already being dead if you had the capacity to right now.

He moved back to your lips, moving his in tandem until you were sure that if the two went any longer like this you would devour each other. You dragged your hands down his body and stopped at his hips. You then looked at him with big, pleading eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Heeseung looked between your bodies and grabbed himself with one hand. He let out another long and low groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he dragged his length inbetween your wet folds and coated himself in your arousal. There was so much that your pussy was covered in it and you were a little embarrassed, but it just seemed to turn Heeseung on even more. He used it to line his cock up with your entrance and glanced up at you.

“Is this okay, my love?” he gently asked you, rubbing the tip of his cock around your entrance. You let out a soft moan, your eyes squeezing shut, and nodded rapidly.

“Yes! Yes… it’s more than okay.” You opened your eyes, “I want to feel you.”

Heeseung kissed you again as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You moaned louder against his lips. The further he moved inside of you, the more you were sure that you would be set on fire with the way he stretched you out to fit around him. But, your body was quickly acclimating to him despite it all.

Heeseung looked down and moaned at the way your pussy wrapped around him, unintentionally pushing himself inside of you further and quicker than the initial slow pace he was going at. You thought that his cock was almost fully inside of you, but when you looked down he was only a little past halfway. You grabbed at his arms, your nails leaving little crescent marks in his skin with how tightly you held on to him.

Your back arched off of the bed again and your hips desperately wanted to buck up towards his, but Heeseung’s hands held you down by the back of your thighs. Your mind flashed with familiar memories, him inside of you and your bodies moving in one fluid motion, his lips on your scalding skin. The feelings between the two of you being intensified more and more the more you both find each other again.

You hadn’t realized you were sharing the memories with him again until his hold on your thighs tightened and he thrusted even further inside you. His head dropped, and his shoulders rose and fell with his effort. “You don’t know… how much I am holding myself back… These memories of all the ways we’ve been with each other is gonna make me lose all my control.”

He thrusted shallowly into you, not exactly moving deeper. But he just needed to feel the way your body molded for him like it has done time and time again.

You started desperately moving your hips despite his restrictions, and you nearly blacked out from the pleasure that it gave you. “I can’t wait any longer,” you told him through a whine.

It was all that Heeseung needed to hear. He pushed himself inside of you fully and captured your lips again to let you adjust. You wrapped your legs around his hips and caged him inside you. You let out another loud moan that Heeseung swallowed with his kisses, and this time you were thankful that the window shutters were closed.

Heeseung pulled out until just the tip of his cock was still inside of you before pushing himself back inside you fully, again and again.

Your nails dug into his back, but Heeseung just moaned from the small pinpricks of pain that it caused him. He was too focused on how your body felt around him—so warm and inviting. He wanted to dive into you forever and stay in this moment without the worry of the veil thickening and your time being limited. Heeseung channeled all his frustrations with your situation, and put it all into the immense pleasure that he was giving you.

His tongue licked at your lips as the two of you moaned into each other’s mouths, heads foggy with bliss. You didn’t worry about the ticking clock and the amount of time that had passed. It was just the two of you.

It all sounded so beautiful; your mixture of moans, the sound of your skin colliding, his breath morphing into yours—you couldn’t get enough of it. You completely surrendered to him and he to you.

Your legs wrapped tighter around him as you gasped against his mouth. Heeseung kissed along your jaw, smiling. You pulled him closer to you, urging him to keep moving, despite every part of you feeling like lightning.

Heeseung then suddenly flipped the two of you over so you were on top of him. The blanket that covered the two of you slipped off to the side and Heeseung could finally see all of you again. His hands fell to your hips and moved them for you.

You threw your head back, lips parted with a broken moan. You pressed your hands against him and was pleased to find that he was just as warm as you were as you moved against him. You felt insatiable. The rickety bed that you had hit over and over against your wall from your movement that you were sure that when you looked after the paint would be chipped against the wood.

Heeseung buried his head back against your pillow, the pads of his fingers grabbing the skin at your hips tightly and his dark hair was disheveled. He was vocal with how good it all felt to him too, and his moans just urged yours on more.

You stilled against him, nearly falling down onto him as your body locked up. Your brows furrowed as it all suddenly felt like it was too much for you to handle. Heeseung took your hands in his and thrusted up into you as he held you steady. You held his hands so tightly you thought that you might break them as that thread inside of you finally snapped.

And you did fall onto his chest, and Heeseung held you tightly in his arms as he kept his hips moving, your milky white release dripping down on to him. He brought his lips to yours again in a slow kiss, like he was savoring them.

Heeseung pushed himself back into you again fully and stilled himself, his arms wrapping you tighter around him like he didn’t want to lose you once this was all over. He moaned against your mouth and you could feel him release into you as his hands moved down to your hips to keep you there.

The two of you laid there for a moment, Heeseung listening to your heartbeat and trying to commit it to his memory. The time you had left hung heavy in the air between the two and neither of you wanted to talk about it, so you didn’t. At some point, Heeseung had got up to clean the both of you off before he pulled you into his side and let his fingertips trace patterns onto your skin.

Tears had welled up in your eyes, but you didn’t want him to see them. “You promise that you’ll always be here with me?” you asked in a small voice, trying to hide the sadness that lied within it. You’d join him on the other side, would pierce the veil if he asked you to and it meant the two of you wouldn’t have to be apart in this lifetime. But, you knew that Heeseung would never ask you to do that. He would want you to live this life as best as you could, with or without him.

“I will never leave your side,” Heeseung said. “I’ll be here until the very end, and then I’ll come and find you again in the next life. Again and again. I promise.”

You sat up and took in every inch of his face, trying to memorize every curve and plane before kissing him again. He sat up with you, cupping your cheek before he pulled you close to him and hugged you tight.

“I’ll be right here, always,” he whispered before kissing you again.

The final tick of the clock echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and impending. You opened your eyes and Heeseung was gone, the spot beside you was cold again. You looked around and saw his shadow lingering as the tears finally fell from your eyes. You heard your front door opening and the familiar sound of your father’s boots against the wood, alerting you that he was home after working, and you slumped into your bed.

That morning, you visited Heeseung’s grave with flowers. You brushed off some of the leaves from his tombstone that had fallen onto it overnight and gently laid the flowers down in front of it.

You felt him close to you, and you could almost feel his hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you. “Next Halloween, we’ll get to see each other again. Clear your activities.” You tried to laugh, but you ended up sniffling. “I’ll be waiting for you, always.”

Before you moved to leave, your eyes caught on to a letter next to Heeseung’s grave. It had your name on it. You didn’t know how Heeseung did it, but you knew it was from him. You picked it up and held it close to your chest. Turning, you made your way out of the graveyard and crossed the street to the shop across from it.

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