ghost jimin haunting his beloved apartment in the middle of seoul who keeps scaring all the new tenents away bc they don’t respect the space the way it deserves.

as a result the rent is half of what it should be for a place that big and central and it catches kim taehyung’s eye+
as he pages thru the classifieds. he’s been thinking about moving to the city recently, really get a jumpstart w his writing career. the thing is, it’s hard to afford the sort of place in seoul that he needs. he’s got. a LOT of books. and his laptop. and his typwriter. +
and ok. maybe he’s got more stuff than most 24 year old college grads. but like, he needs all of it if he’s ever gonna make it big. tae tours the place once and makes a decision. it’s perfect.

jimin spends move-in day floating thru the rooms, judging this newcomer silently.+
it goes against his values to start tormenting someone who doesn’t deserve it. makes the inside of his chest ache. he went through a patch of bad attitude in the late 80s when he did it over and over and over, until he got so weak he could barely lift a paperclip, couldn’t even+
see himself in the mirror anymore.

he got so small that he had to tuck himself into the closet, watch silently as a group of college students rented the place together for a few years and trashed it every weekend. it was awful. he never wants to go thru that powerlessness again+
so he’s gonna wait till the newbie screws it up. won’t be long, jimin’s sure.

even tho this guy’s pretty cute. he’s all big round eyes and pretty smiles and he’s got the most gentle hands jimin has ever seen. he walks around the apartment like he’s in love with it, and jimin +
catches himself wondering if maybe taehyung (ok, maybe he stole a sneak peek at the name on the manuscript he’s got on the desk) is the real deal. if maybe taehyung will treat this flat like it deserves.

jm starts to think of them as roommates. it’s not hard, with the way tae +
talks to himself all day. jimin pretends the pretty boy with the glasses is asking /him/ what he thinks of the new plot point he’s outlined (it’s promising!). that they’re having a two-person conversation about what tae should order for dinner (jimin likes thai!). that he’s +
giving the younger advice on what to wear to go out on his dates (no, not that sweater! the blue one makes your eyes stand out!)

it’s actually been pretty sweet.

and, yeah, it’s kind of weird that taehyung’s around all day, most days. jimin has to make sure to stay invisible, +
to carefully put back everything he moves. he’s not trying to freak tae out or anything.

but the extra effort is worth it. jimin’s apartment is a home again. and he’s not alone any longer. it feels like... it feels like he has a friend, for the first time forever.

+
for taehyung, the apartment is better than he could have ever imagined it would be.

jin-hyung said to be wary of the low price. /almost suspiciously low,/ he’d said. /find out if anybody died there./

tae had laughed at that, but jin was serious. /hauntings are nothing to laugh+
about. they’ll ruin your life./

tae had just rolled his eyes and submitted the application. and, somehow, he got it!!

walking through the apt on the first day, he could almost swear he’d felt a set of eyes following him. it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. +
but tae isn’t the type to be put off by silly things like a pit in his stomach or common sense! he’s a capricorn! he perseveres!

so he’d carefully unpacked his stuff and lovingly cleared the dust fromcthe windows, sitting back to admire the space when he finally finished. +
and it felt good!

it doesn’t feel too big for one person, not at all. tae fills the apartment with words, both spoken and written, and sometimes he swears it speaks back.

it was an odd sensation at first, but three months in, th looks forward to these conversations. he’s never+
lonely here. never scared.

and, sure, sometimes he finds stuff in the wrong spot (he swears he put that copy of To The Lighthouse back on the shelf, and the bookmark definitely wasn’t that far in), but whatever. every place he’s ever lived in has had its quirks. +
and these quirks are nice. they’re encouraging (clothes set out for his hot date), and kind (the kitchen’s cleaner than it should be), and tae really likes not feeling crazy when he sits down at the end of the day w a glass of wine to talk out loud abt his upcoming book ideas. +
it’s all working out really well.

like, /really/ well.

and then.

and then.

taehyung comes home early from a date one night and finds a strange boy sleeping on his couch. +
“oh my god,” tae says. jimin opens his eyes.

“oh my god,” jimin says, sitting up. his heart would be pounding if he were, you know, alive. “i thought you and hyunwoo were going to that art show opening.”

“he stood me up,” tae says.

“he’s an asshole,” jimin says. tae nods and+
slowly, shakily sits down at his desk chair.

“is it really you?” he asks, wide-eyed, like he’s afraid to blink.

jimin tilts his head. “me?”

“yeah,” tae says. “my guardian angel.”

oh.

“oh,” jimin says. he’d definitely be blushing, if ghosts could blush. +
“i’ve never thought of myself that way,” he admits. this is weird. he hasn’t had a civil conversation with another person in decades. this is weird, right?

“i just live here,” he says, then he frowns and corrects himself. “well, okay. i exist here.”

“how long have you,” +
air quotes, “‘existed’ here?” tae asks. and,wow, he’s really not freaking out. jimin didn’t give him nearly enough credit.

“um, like fifty or sixty years, i think?” jimin says. “time sorta went all funny after a while, you know?”

“haha yeah cool,” tae says, and promptly faints+
taehyung wakes up the next morning tucked neatly into bed. it’s funny, he doesn’t remember taking his shoes off. or brushing the product out of his hair. or washing his face.

actually, he thinks to himself, he doesn’t remember much of anything after that asshole hyunwoo stood +
him up.

he vaguely remembers dreaming of coming home to find the prettiest boy he’d ever seen asleep on his couch. face like an angel. voice to match.

/huh,/ he thinks, walking into his incredibly tidy bathroom to take a shower. /if only./

+
when he gets out twenty minutes later (it’s exfoliating day, give him a break!), the mirror is foggy.

that, in and of itself, is nothing out of the ordinary.

what /is/ out of the ordinary is the fact that there’s a note left on the glass.

“hope you slept well! :)”

huh.

+
so he does what any polite, half-sane capricorn would do.

he answers.

“i did,” he says out loud, once he’s gotten himself dressed and on the way to the kitchen for breakfast. “i dreamed i met someone very special. was that you?”

nothing. damn.

maybe tae’s angel is shy. +
“you didn’t scare me,” he lies. then he thinks better of it.

maybe angels can read minds. maybe they don’t like lying. oh shit, is lying to an angel a sin? is he sinning right now?

“well, okay. you didn’t scare me much. i was mostly just taken by surprise. you didn’t do +
anything wrong,” he says, and that’s the truth.

“i’d like to see you again, if that’s okay.” and there’s another truth.

silence.

tae sighs, shaking his head. maybe he really is going mental. come on. angels? what’s next?

he steps up to the kettle to make a cup of tea and -
there are two mugs sitting out already. one is made just how he likes it. and the other -

“i don’t actually drink tea anymore,” the angel says. “but i thought it’d be awkward to just sit and stare.”

taehyung jumps, nearly spilling his cup.

“oh shit,” he says. “i’m so sorry.”+
“i guess i’m still getting the hang of this,” air quotes, but they’re weirdly, like, stilted, “‘talking to the living’ thing.”

“right,” tae says. he sits down at the tiny table and stares. “the living. ha ha.”

“fuck,” the angel says. “are you gonna pass out again? i don’t know+
if i can carry you all the way back to your bed so soon. that took, like, a ton of energy last night.”

“are angels supposed to curse so much?” tae asks.

“uh, yeah. we can do pretty much whatever we want.”

“except carry people,” tae supplies.

the angel rolls his eyes and +
pouts. th smiles, despite himself.

“should i just keep calling you angel?” tae asks, and he swears the pretty boy sitting across from him blushes. “or do you have a name?”

“um,” he gulps. “my name used to be jimin, but i guess you can call me whatever you’d like.”

“jiminie,”+
tae says, trying out the way it feels in his mouth. he likes it. he likes it a lot. jimin seems to glow a little bit when he says it, so maybe he likes it too.

“thank you,” tae says. “for taking care of me last night”

jimin covers his cheeks with his hands, scrunching his nose+
cutely. “it’s the least i could do,” he says, lips pulled downward in a fierce frown. “i’m here in your apartment without permission.”

tae’s heart flutters. is it normal to feel like this around angels?

“well,” he says, bashful. “i think, technically, it’s /your/ apartment.” +
jimin seems to think about that for a moment, sitting back in his chair. he taps the mug in front of him. it doesn’t make any noise, weirdly.

“/our/ apartment,” he finally says, and tae grins.

“our apartment,” he confirms. +
maybe tae quietly deletes all the dating apps from his phone.

and maybe jimin spends more time than ever before standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to attain a corporeal form.

it’s no one else’s business if either of those things are the case. +
“what happened?” th asks one day. he’s lying on his back on the bed, watching jimin phase into and out of sight in the bathroom.

jimin pauses where he stands. floats. whatever.

“you know i’m not an angel,” he says softly. he sounds ashamed. “i’m sorry i lied.”

“oh sweetheart”+
tae says fondly. “you’re my angel, no matter what.”

jimin seems to glow a little brighter, become a little more solid, as he always does when he’s well and truly pleased.

“we don’t have to talk about it,” tae says, rolling off the bed and standing. “i just - care. that’s all.”+
“i know you do, taetae,” jimin says. there’s a little smile curling his lips.

taehyung steps in close, and right now, jimin is solid enough that tae can count each of those pretty eyelashes fluttering over those pretty cheeks.

he’s never wanted anything more than to touch. +
just once.

to feel those full lips against his own. to see if they taste as sweet as they look.

taehyung’s ruined for him, the angel in his apartment. he’ll never love anyone else the way he loves this boy. +
“i guess,” jimin says, and tae realizes that his hand is reaching out, suspended in the air between them. he lowers it quickly, hoping that jimin didn’t notice.

“i guess i just felt invisible for so long, i lost all hope that i’d ever be seen again,” jimin says. small. quiet, +
like he’s afraid to say the words out loud. like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he does. indeed, he flickers a little bit right after, thankfully stabilizing, though he’s paler than tae likes.

tae’s heart clenches painfully when a tear, shimmering, trails down jimin’s cheek. +
“i see you, jimin-ah,” he says. desperate. “i always saw you, even before i knew you were there.”

he wants to reach out, to pull jimin into his chest and hold him there, protect him and care for him and fill him with so much joy he never flickers again.

“i love you, angel.” +
jimin’s gone a bit blurry in front of him, but maybe that’s just from the tears in his eyes.

“you shouldn’t,” jm says on a sob, shaking his head. “you shouldn’t fall in love with me.”

“too late,” tae insists. “i already have. you’re it for me, forever and always.” +
“i’ll break your heart,” jimin says. he’s still crying, but now there’s a hint of a smile curving those red bitten lips upward.

“go ahead,” tae says. god, he wants to brush jimin’s hair back out of his eyes. he imagines it’s soft as silk. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.” +
it’s hard.

it’s so hard.

jimin’s never been in love before. he’s never felt this sort of all-encompassing feeling. never wanted to hold someone and be held in turn. never looked out the window at the stars and seen someone’s smile instead. never ached, truly ached at the +
thought of one day never hearing someone’s laugh again.

this isn’t going to end well. jimin knows it.

tae’s going to move on one day. he’s going to find someone better (alive), and fall in love and move out and jimin is going to be left alone for eternity with only memories. +
the very thought of it hurts.

and that’s the best-case scenario. the worst-case scenario? jimin doesn’t even want to think about it.

he’s terrified. their days are numbered. as much as he loves tae (and, oh, he does) he’s so scared.

he tries not to show it, but tae knows. +
tae always knows.

“come here, angel,” he says, patting the space next to him on the couch. jimin bites his lip and nods, moving across the room to curl up comfortably close. enough to just barely feel the warmth from tae’s body heat. what jimin would give to rest his hand on +
tae’s chest, feel tae’s heart beat under his palm. the ache grows stronger.

“so i’ve been reading,” tae says, and jimin rolls his eyes.

“you read all the time,” he says. “this house is full of books. maybe read less.”

“hey,” tae says, soft and sweet like. “you love the books.+
you always say they give you something to do when i’m not home.”

“they do,” jimin admits grudgingly. “i wish you’d buy more nonfiction, though. i can only read so many young adult dystopian novels before my brain melts.”

tae’s ears turn red, then, and jimin nearly coos. +
“shut up,” he says. “and stop trying to change the subject. as i was saying, i’ve been doing some research lately. i think i have a solution to our,” here he wiggles his finger back and forth between them ridiculously, “problem.”

“what,” jimin says. “the problem where i’m de-“ +
“you don’t have to say it,” tae interrupts, visibly flustered. “we all know. you don’t have to say it.”

jimin waits.

“but, yes.” tae says. “that problem. i have. solution.”

“i don’t think -“ jimin starts. tae cuts him off with a truly impressive set of puppydog eyes. “ugh. +
okay. i guess we can try it.”

he tries not to smile when tae starts cheering and kicking out his legs, but it’s a useless battle. jimin’s always weak for tae’s particular brand of infectious happiness. +
it takes nearly another whole month to get all the supplies together.

tae’s been living there for half a year by the time they’re ready for the ritual. he filled out the lease renewal form last week. no, no pet addendum needed (yet). no, no new roommate clause (YET). +
finally, on October 1st, they’re ready. it’s the harvest moon. the wormwood came in this morning. tae had to order it off Amaz*n, actually, cause there was none stocked in the local wiccan shops in town.

he met some really friendly people, though, while he was shopping. +
yoongi and jungkook, he remembers. and, well. okay. jungkook was really friendly. yoongi was kinda... completely silent. he did point tae in the direction of the spellbook he’s using, though, so that’s gotta count for something!

he’s so excited, he sets up the candles before +
the sun even goes down. he draws the sigils on the hardwood floor in chalk (gently!! he assures jimin, who turns kind of red when he asks if those marks are gonna be permanent), and places the offering bowl right in the middle of the circle, just like the book said.

now they +
just have to wait until midnight!!

jimin’s not really around much, but that’s okay. tae has to get his next chapter done anyway and jimin really should be resting up. they’ve got a big night tonight.

tae catches a glimpse of him standing (floating?) in front of the bathroom +
mirror, staring hard at his reflection. it’s a comfort thing that he does, tae knows. jimin explained it to him once. it helps remind him that he exists.

tae supposes that’s an extra important reminder on a day like today.

soon enough the sun goes down amd midnight draws near+
and tae is practically vibrating with excitement. he’s gonna get to hold minnie soon - he’s gonna get to kiss his angel.

it’s all he’s ever wanted. to have someone so dear to his heart. he’s going to give the world to jimin. first, though, he’s going to give him life. +
“jiminie,” tae says, stepping into the bathroom. jimin frowns and turns a little more solid. his forehead is shiny with exertion. “sweetheart, it’s time.”

“tae,” jimin says suddenly, turning to face him. his eyes are big and round and, oh no, so scared. more scared than tae’s +
ever seen them. they’re more scared than the they were time tae fell asleep on the bus and missed his stop and was an hour and a half late coming home. they’re more scared than they were during that great big storm last month, the one that knocked out power for the whole night. +
“oh, angel,” tae says. his heart’s breaking. there’s a phantom ache under his fingertips. jimin’s supposed to be in his arms right now. he’s supposed to be able to comfort him. that’s his job, that’s what jimin needs, that’s why tonight is so important to tae. “we don’t have to +
do this,” he says, even though that makes the hurt in his chest and fingers worse. “if you want to forget the whole thing, i promise it’s okay. i love you exactly as you are. nothing’s ever going to change that.”

jimin smiles, then. it’s wobbly, and his eyes are still a little +
scared, but they’re determined now too. and he’s so brave. he’s the bravest person tae’s ever met.

“i know nothing will ever change the way you feel abt me. nothing will ever change the way i feel abt you either,” jimin says. “that’s why we’re gonna do this.”

tae is so lucky.+
it’s like the universe itself moved and brought them together through space and time.

well, nearly together. they’ve got to do this last bit themselves.

+
truthfully, tae probably doesn’t even need the spellbook. he’s had all the incantations memorized for weeks. he even convinced yoongi to give him tips on proper pronunciation.

apparently the spirits of the great beyond are very particular about their vowel sounds. +
jimin is glowy throughout the whole ordeal. and tae always thinks he’s glowy, okay. that’s just part of being a hopeful romantic hopelessly in love with a ghost.

but this is something different.

/something good,/ tae thinks. something close to alive. +
at the end of it all, tae and jimin both lean forward and blow out the candle between them. tae swears he can feel jimin’s breath over his face.

he smells something faintly floral, something he’s noticed on occasion after jimin’s been really active around the apartment. +
he grins, immediately elated. it /worked,/ it fucking /worked!/

jimin looks up at him, eyes wide with shock. he’s frozen. tae doesn’t blame him.

ohmygod jimin,” he says, loud enough to be a shout in the quiet of their home. he reaches forward to touch. “you’re -“

+
jimin disappears.

taehyung blinks. after a moment, his hand falters where it still hangs in the air.

he clenches it.

the room is dark.

he is alone.

+
jimin wakes some hours later. he’s warm. so warm. warmer than he can remember ever having been before.

there’s something soft and heavy thrown over his waist, making it hard to breathe, and.

it’s hard to breathe.

he needs to breathe.

he needs to /breathe!/

jimin screams. +
tae screams too.

in fact, he falls right out of bed.

jimin rolls over the edge, landing directly on top of him.

“taehyungie!!!!” jimin shouts, balling the front of his sweater in his hands and shaking it. “taehyungie!!!!”

“jesus - ohmygod, get off, you’re so heavy - wait.” +
taehyung stares at jimin for a second, wild, like it’s his first time seeing him. in a way, jimin supposes, it is.

“you... have mass,” he says slowly, like he’s puzzling it out. jimin laughs, delighted.

he bounces up and down where he straddles tae’s chest, +
freezing when tae settles large hands on either side of his hips. he hasn’t - he hasn’t been touched in years. decades. his face goes hot.

tae breaks into a brilliant smile. it’s the most beautiful thing jimin’s ever seen.

“you’re here,” he says softly. “you’re really here.” +
“i am,” jimin says, feeling oddly shy about it. taehyung’s smile fades and he stares for a few moments longer.

a terrible thought strikes jimin, then. what if tae’s changed his mind about this? what’s jimin gonna do? his name isn’t even on the apartment any more -

“stop,” +
tae says, bringing a hand up to brush the hair out of jimin’s eyes and tuck it behind his ear.

it’s a confident movement, like he’s wished to do it a thousand times, imagined doing it a thousand more.

“i can see the gears turning in your head,” he says. “stop freaking out. +
i know you’re afraid of change - don’t look at me like that. i remember how you reacted when i suggested getting carpeting in here -“

jimin glares, frown softening slightly when taehyung cups the curve of his cheek, traces down his jawline with gentle fingers.

“i know you +
aren’t the biggest fan of change. and i know this is one of the biggest changes you’ve ever experienced in your - uh - existence.” they both smile a little at that. jimin’s kind of lightheaded. he doesn’t think he’s ever been lightheaded before.

“but,” taehyung says. +
“i also know that you are the strongest, bravest person i’ve ever met.”

jimin’s lips wobble. something goes warm deep inside his tummy and suddenly he has to sniffle. wetness creeps over his skin and tae brushes the tear away gently, eyes so soft they hurt jimin to look at. +
“come here, angel,” tae says so quietly. jimin nods a little bit, shuffling down so that he’s snuggled in tae’s arms. it’s right. it’s so right. jimin’s body feels like it’s glowing under his touch.

tae continues, “i promise that i will be here with you every step of the way+
my love.”

jimin sniffles wetly, pressing his face up against tae’s neck. he didn’t realize how warm it would be. he never realized how cold he was for all those years.

“you mean that?” he asks. his voice is smaller than he expected.

“of course i do,” tae answers, drawing back+
to look him in the face. jimin tries to hide for a second, painfully aware of how blotchy his skin probably is. god, he’s had this body for all of five minutes and already he’s crying all over the place.

tae takes hold of his chin and gently guides him up to make eye contact. +
“you’re it for me, angel, forever and always,” he says.

“i’m not an angel any more, ‘m just a baby,” jimin says, sniffling pitifully. he glances down and frowns. “i got your shirt all wet.”

“you’re my baby,” tae says ever so fondly. “now come down here and get my face wet too”+
“gross,” jimin whimpers. “you’re so gross. i can’t believe you. first the carpet and now this.”

tae just coos, rubbing up and down his sides gently. “you’re my soulmate,” he says. jimin flushes hot.

“oh, you liked that, did you? c’mere, baby, my face is awfully dry right now.”
maybe jimin does lean down and get tae’s face wet from both his tears and his (very eager) kisses.

and maybe it is gross.

it’s no one else’s business if either of those things are the case.

/end
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