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𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖌𝖚𝖐 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖟𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖜𝖍𝖔'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊. 𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖌𝖚𝖐 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕿𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖘𝖙.

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He had appeared three weeks and four days after his death. 

But the thing is, Taehyung claimed he was alive. Well, at least to the only person who could see or hear him - his boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. 

After his supposed passing away, Jeongguk had cut off all ties with people. He used to live with Taehyung and after the tragedy, he refused to speak to anyone. People said Jeon Jeongguk was apparently schizophrenic. 

Because he could see the ghost of Kim Taehyung.

14th December, 2019

Jeongguk was sitting in front of the fireplace, a mug of cocoa in his hands. The once warm liquid had turned cold and Jeongguk's hands were clenched around it, muscles tensed. He watched the fire flicker and slowly fade, just like he was feeling. 

Jeongguk loved winter but so did Taehyung. 

The happiness that came with the season and melted away like the marshmallows in the cold chocolate, which were now white blobs. 

He was the fire and the firewood was Taehyung. Jeongguk's reason and cause of life was gone and so was his will to live on. Since the doctors had pronounced him no more, Jeongguk hadn't spoken a word. He didn't talk to anyone and spent all day at home. 

His lifeless eyes lifted to set upon the photo frame on the mantle. 

And he felt the pain like it was fresh. Like the wound he had been trying to close and ignore had been cut open and he finally felt the agony. Against his will, Jeongguk looked at the picture. 

The picture he had taken. The picture of Taehyung.

 Jeongguk made a gasping sound, like a hunted animal desperately trying to cling on to life. The sounds continued and gave way to choked sobs, tears full-on streaming down his face. He cried and cried, trying to get his misery out but the more tears left his eyes, the worse he remembered each detail of his Taehyung.

About an hour later the tears receded, and he leaned back, falling back onto the cold, wooden floor. 

This was his and Taehyung's cabin. One of the many secret hideouts they had. Jeongguk had been moving from one to the other, as if going to each one would somehow resurrect the love of his life. 

The other main reason was so no one would find him, try to comfort him. 

As if they could anyways.

Jeongguk breathed in and let the last tear slide out of his closed eyes. He regained his breath and opened his eyes again, refusing to fall asleep. 

Sleep only brought dreams. No, not dreams. Nightmares.
Memories with his angelic boyfriend, his face vivid. 

"Ggukie." 

He ignored it. It was normal for him to hear Taehyung's voice calling out his name. 

The first few days he had thought it was real and run around the house, trying to find Taehyung. In vain. 

"Jeonggukie", the voice was louder this time. 

Jeongguk sighed, his heart feeling hollow. 

Suddenly he shot up, feeling an ice-cold hand on his head. "W-what -", he rasped out, his voice hoarse. In front of him sat the only person he loved. Kim Taehyung. 

"N-no no ple-please not the h-halluci-", he said weakly, fumbling to get up.

"I'm not your hallucination Gguk. It's really me", the transparent boy said, now floating. Jeongguk let out a strangled cry, voice full of pain. "Please Jeongguk -", and that did it. He fell to his knees, crawling towards Taehyung, "Tae- Tae is it - Tae tell me it's really you", he sobbed, trying to reach out to hold him. But the boy's hand went straight through him when he attempted to hug him.

"You can't touch me, Gguk", Taehyung said sadly. 

"I'm real but only you can see me. Those voices you heard was me. It took some time for me to get a figure but I'm intangible." The anguished, defeated look in his boyfriend's eyes made a tear slip out of Taehyung. "Ggukie, I came here for a very important cause. I'm just in a coma. My body's unresponsive but what you see right now is my soul. I am not dead, Jeongguk."

Present day

"Can you not barge in without ask - oh Tae, hi", Jeongguk's voice changed tack from irritated to happy to disheartened again. Whenever he saw Taehyung, or rather his phantom, he would be overjoyed, like when he was well and alive and walking around. But these days, their situation was dismaying.

"It's my dad. He paid the doctors to pronounce me dead. And we already know it was some kind of non-fatal poison that brought on the stroke", Taehyung panted. 

"Big surprise. Now h-" 

"Wait you knew?!"
"Course I didn't but I suspected him", Jeongguk replied nonchalantly. "The real question is - how do we bring you out of your sleep? D'you remember which room they've kept you in?", he asked. 

The elder's face wrinkled adorably but Jeongguk pushed the thought of kissing him away. He'd tried and got saddening results. Taehyung was still untouchable - he turned to mist whenever he tried to touch him. 

"Room number 207, I think. Fourth floor", he said. "But how do we wake you up?"

They had been investigating the cause of Taehyung being announced dead when he wasn't. 'They' consisted of Jeongguk and the spectre of his boyfriend. 

Jeongguk had thought over it a lot. 

What if he was desperate and his sub-conscious had woven Taehyung up and a tale along with it to keep him sane? What if this was all not real? But at last, hope had given way and he had given in to Taehyung's requests.

"We'll see about that later. There's a national holiday coming up. We go in then. Stroke of midnight, okay? That side of the hospital is only open from 8 am to 5 pm." 

"Why midni-"
"To make it spookier, duh!" 

'Well at least his cute and bubbly side's still there', Jeongguk thought to himself. 

"Do we really need spooky? Like, it's you we're trying to - bring back to life. Why will we make it spooky -", he protested weakly, knowing it useless because for the fifteen years he'd known Taehyung, he'd got to know exactly how stubborn the boy was. 

"Yes we do. Also, it's probably best to be inconspicuous. That's a word right?", Taehyung replied.

"Oh whatever. I - I'm really scared", the younger admitted. Taehyung's expression softened. "I mean, what if I mess this up? I really miss you, you know. And - n-not in that way. I'm really glad you, your soul or whatever, appeared. If I do something wrong, I-I lose you... again. An-and I'm not sure I'm ready to go th-through that again", he fought back tears as he spoke through gritted teeth.

Taehyung sighed, wanting nothing more than to hold the boy. But he knew he couldn't. "I-I love you Taehyung. But I'm s-scared I can d-do this", he choked, trying his best not to cry.

"Ggukie. Gguk. Jeongguk, look at me. I know you can do this, okay? I trust you. And this is a one time thing. If not this time, it's never. And I would have gone to someone I trust, right? Only you can do this, Jeonggukie", he said, reaching out to wipe his tears. When his hand passed right through the younger's face, he sighed. "W-when is i-it?" 

"This Saturday. That is, day after tomorrow." They both let out a shaky breath at the same time, looked at each other and then smiled, Taehyung bursting into laughter.

Two days later

Jeongguk and Taehyung had been working on their entering plan, their outfits - well at least Jeongguk's - how they would get Taehyung up and their exit plan. All in all, they were pretty well prepared. 

Oh, except the waking Taehyung up part - they were still more or less clueless about that. His idea was to use those electric things they used to get people's hearts working again. Defibrillators. 

After he got out of work, Jeongguk headed home, paying no heed to his buzzing phone as always. People had given up on trying to remain in contact with him after - well, after the incident. 

All except one. 

Kim Seokjin was Taehyung's older brother and in a way Jeongguk's too. He was heartbroken after his angelic, innocent, sweet brother had supposedly died. Even so, he never gave up on trying to talk to him. 

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to talk to him", Taehyung said wistfully, sitting atop the kitchen counter. "I don't want to", he replied shortly. "He's trying to help, Gguk" 

"And so am I. If I talk to them, it's not good for any of us." 

Taehyung sighed. "Never mind, let's just get on with our job", Jeongguk said. The older hummed. 

He slipped into jeans and a black T-shirt, putting on some white scrubs that he'd got from the hospital store. They sat around waiting to get out at the right time. "How long has it been?", Jeongguk asked, juggling three balls. 

"Not even twenty minutes, be patient Ggukie", the other replied. 

After what seemed like ages, they were outside the hospital, one fearful of what the future brought and the other hopeful. "You okay?" 

"Y-yeah great, I can do this I can do this I can do this", Jeongguk chanted, putting on some nerves. "We can do this, now chill"

Jeongguk looked at the older, opening his mouth to say something but sharply taking in a breath. "T-tae -" 

"What's wrong why'd you look like you've seen a ghost?", he said and then chuckled, "Ha the irony-", he cut himself off looking at his hands.
"You-you're fading -", Jeongguk said in a small voice. "No no no, what's going on? D-don't -", he clawed at the phantom who was slowly turning to mist. 

Taehyung's face contorted with concentration. "I think my body can sense I'm close by. We have to get this over with fast. I'll do my best to maintain this form but my brain's nearby and half-awake. Let's go Jeongguk", he said in a tremulous voice. 

Jeongguk nodded and broke into a run. Thankfully, that part of the hospital was empty at twelve at midnight.

Jeongguk ran all the way up to the fourth floor, his eyes flitting from door to door, looking for 207. He stopped running in front of the 206th one, easing into a walk and came to a dead standstill. 'He's there. Behind the door. One more move and I can see him again', Jeongguk thought. He turned to the spectre only to find himself facing a misty haze. 

"It's time. Good luck Ggukie. I love you, remember that", Taehyung's faint silvery voice spoke out before he vanished altogether.

The younger was distraught. But he reminded himself to finish the job. 

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, which made a creaking sound. And he was there. His Taehyung. Jeongguk nearly pounced on the sleeping boy before reminding himself to first wake him up. He looked at the heart machine and found the heart working normally. 

"What the heck", he muttered and approached Taehyung.

His face was angelic. He looked like an outer worldly beauty. Jeongguk's trembling ice-cold fingers touched Taehyung's skin, which was surprisingly warm. He made a strangled sound, of joy and surprise. After staring at the sleeping boy, Jeongguk came to terms with his outfit. Taehyung was wearing Jeongguk's clothes. His hoodie, his jeans and his shoes as well.

Jeongguk swallowed. "Ta-Taehyung", his husky voice rang out in the room. With the minutes passing and no idea as to how to get him up, Jeongguk gave in to his temptation. He bit his lip before leaning in and stroking the brown hair away from his eyes. 

Oh, how he longed to look deep into those sparkly, beautiful irises again. He darted his tongue over his bottom lip and with one hand on Taehyung's cheek, he pressed their lips together.

Jeongguk pulled back after a few seconds and his eyes detected movement. His heart beat faster and he looked at Taehyung. Suddenly, scaring the life out of Jeongguk, Taehyung's chocolate eyes fluttered open. He sat up, looking around him with big eyes, looking genuinely confused. His gaze then set upon the trembling Jeongguk and he cocked his head.

"T-Tae-", but he couldn't finish. Taehyung cut across him. He asked in a purely puzzled manner.

"Who are you?"

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A.N.

Yeah I like to cause suffering. Kidding. I learnt cliffhangers from some awesome people here on wattpad. Caused me a lot of anguish, they did.

Part two? *winks*

Love you all, stay safe, stay happy, don't hurt yourself and take care!

~ Lesley ❤