— Everytime you take a photo, Dongju’s apparition is in it. Finally gaining the chance for direct contact, you find that the man is just as curious as you about his life and the universe.
DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ]
PAIRING — ghost! dongju x human! gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — supernatural! au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS — death, ghost/spirit, a little pain mixed with a little love for a stranger.
oneus m.list | navi.
The light of the flash made spots layer your sight. Blinking your eyes rapidly in the hopes they would vanish, you moved your gaze down to your phone to experience the same fear as the night before. A man’s silhouette was just off the side of your bed, his shoulders wide and stance idle. Your form tucked in between your sheets out of fear, staring at the screen as you curled into a ball.
For weeks you had heard noises, a man’s voice faint within the home when you were busy, objects moving around to places you didn’t leave them, you pets scurrying out of the way of someone not there. It had chills across your skin repeatedly, the first sign of evidence being the picture you took the night before.
The same man was within the photograph, features sculpted but sight soft. He looked through you each time you stared at the screen. Your body rushed into a curved ball at the light tap of his fingers at your feet. You winced, trying to hide yourself beneath the covers, but his touch resurfaced as his cold hand gilded beneath the warm blankets.
Throwing the fabric off, your eyes scanned over your dark room. Town-home said to be old, you never would have guessed it was truly haunted until you saw the man’s apparition standing at the foot of your bed.
Your eyes blew wide from fear, hand dropping your phone to cover your mouth. In a muffled scream against your palms, his lanky form trudged around to the side of your bed, his cold hand placed on your shoulder. You felt like you were going to faint watching the man’s translucent limb fall through your body, his quick retreat back seeming to startle himself as he slightly jumped.
A pout formed on his lips, his eyes rising from his now clenched hands to meet your gaze. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bass-toned voice as gentle as his eyes, your form slowly lifted from the top of your mattress to sit on your knees, feet beneath your bottom to leap at him if he attempted anything.
“Well, you did.” His bottom lip poked out in a deeper pout, his hair bouncing on his head as he slowly sat down on the soft mattress. Instead of falling through the furniture, you watched him sit comfortably, twisting his body to stare at your confused state. “Who are you?”
The brightest smile pulled his mouth apart, teeth pearled in the white light of the moon breaching through your curtains. Full on a glorious night, his eyes caught sight of the uncovered, half-round window above the covered window. Pupils dilating from matching the ivory colored beams, his lips barely formed his own name as he grew entranced by the view before him. “Dongju.”
A sparkle was created in his eyes from the light of the moon, your neck turning to stare out the window with him. Unlike what you had been encountering, Dongju’s delicacy was distraction, your hand slowly moving over his head as his eyes kept their gaze on the sky. His hair felt like soft cotton, your fingers pulling at the strands lightly. The man blinked slowly, his attention soon turning to you lacing your digits against his head.
He didn’t look angry, his eyes falling shut under the bright spotlight of the moon as you continued to caress his skull. Unable to feel his touch, his hand glided through your thigh, the cold air making you wince as he reeled back.
“Guess it only works one way.” he smiled kindly. Eyes enchanted by your face and skin erupting with chills from your touch, the man fell onto the mattress with a huff.
He was nothing more than like you, a soul that had gone far too fast. His age was a curiosity, but it seemed evident that it wasn’t a larger number than your own. Body now facing the wall where the moon’s rays splattered the adjacent wall with shadows, he grinned.
“Why do you think the moon shines so brightly only a few times a year?” he asked, the question sounding almost rhetorical. His hand swiveled in the air, eyes set on the shadows matching his skin before displaying on the wall behind the limb. “There are only so many moons in our lifetime, but what makes the full moon so special?”
“It seems magical.” you responded softly, his peripheral catching your form twisting to lay beside him. So intimate towards a stranger, something about Dongju convinced you that he was found — not lost. “Werewolves need it, humans need it, nature uses it to its advantage — it’s a source of life.”
“So why am I stuck within it?”
Dongju had long perceived a point you never noticed was made. His apparition was strongest beneath the wide rays of the satellite in the sky, his skin glowing white and blue as he played with the light in his grasp.
“Maybe it enjoys having you here, Dongju.” you whispered.
For the first time in minutes, the man’s form turned over to glare at you. Your head stayed aligned with the ceiling, attempting to not break eye contact with the popcorn spots along the cover while well aware that you were too enticed by the spirit.
“I like it, too.” he replied now only to you. His attention was set on your rising chest, watching it fall and rise in tandem with the breaths leaving your nostrils. Slowly rising from his laying down position, his fingers pushed together and cupped, leaning his hand against your cheek.
Only within the light of the moon did his form finally touch yours, the cold feeling of the skin on your hot cheek enough to have him giggling, falling back down beside you with the sparkles still bright in his irises.
“I really like the moon when it’s full.” he smiled. You felt his eyes match your face once more, blinking slowly as his head rose and pushed against your own. Foreheads together, he could feel your heart beating fast, a blush rising on his cheeks. “Will it stay, for us?”
note: this is the second angst i’ve ever written in my life so i’m sorry if it’s not that good; written from his point of view; i’m addicted to f(x)’s rude love at the moment which sparked some inspiration for the title; slight ravn x reader mixed in
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son dongju.
you and him had been best friends since middle school.
you had a crush on him when you first met. it lasted a long time. but during high school dongju had multiple partners, none of them being you. so you gave up. you were still best friends, of course, nothing could change that... or so you thought.
in college, you finally found a lover. his name is youngjo, but his friends call him ravn. dongju was happy for you, as any best friend would be. but.. ever since you and youngjo got together he felt like you forgot about him. youngjo was your first serious relationship since high school, so of course you wanted to spend time with him. but you failed to notice your neglect to your best friend.
why was he feeling an ache in his chest when he saw youngjo kiss your cheek or move a bit of hair out of your face?
why did he feel like wanting to be swallowed whole when he saw you kiss for the first time?
he had no idea what was going on. he never felt this way with his past partners... he just brushed it off as wanting to protect his best friend.
he confided in his twin, who was also close to you.
“why am i feeling this way?”
“i don’t know, why are you feeling this way?”
pause.
then it hit him.
fuck. i’m in love with my best friend.
two years later, he’s walking you down the aisle at yours and youngjo’s wedding. the aching, the sadness, the loathing never went away.
he realized too late that he wanted you, and always had. you were the first and last person he ever loved, and he doubt he’d ever love another like you.
he tried. he had many dates, flings, even friends with benefits, but he’d only retreat to your apartment the next morning, in a hurry to get away from them. he always wanted to run to you. but he couldn’t anymore.
“you may kiss the bride.”
he imagined he was in youngjo’s place with you. but he clapped and smiled at you anyway.
