𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

          his eyes scan the   clouds   that make their way over the sky,  his back against the hard concrete of the roof atop his friends apartment building,  often coming up here to   waste his days away. but   hearing his soulmates thoughts is like there’s always someone   right there   with him, and he doesn’t feel so alone.  he’s more than happy to keep   quiet and listen   like usual,  but maybe there’s   something   he could do to help ...     “ hey ...  “     dongha feels strange butting in,  like he’s suddenly entered a room that’s meant for   only them.  he’s always felt strange listening to their thoughts - seeing as his are so   quiet.  though, it’s like they’re talking even if they’ve never met,  really.     “ you’re thinking about them again ? “     it’s a question with an obvious answer,  though he can’t help but ask.     “ ... they seem nice. “

          the little spirit looks up at haejin   curiously,  wanting immediately to be back in haejin’s arms  -  but he settles with their hands and fingers intertwined.   the spirit kisses the boy’s cheek for good measure,  and tugs him along to the door,  opening it to reveal a   pleasant night  -  not too cold with brilliant stars dotting the sky  (  he put those there  ).  it doesn’t take long for dongha to latch onto haejin’s arm, sticking to him   like glue as they walk  -  he likes this so much !  he wants to do it more often  -  it makes him feel like they’re just taking a walk at night, dongha is   alive, and everything could be   normal. dongha looks up to haejin once again,  smiling   gently.     “  i want to show you something  ~  it’s not much ... i just want you to see.  “     he says,  not able to stop the   nervous waver   in his voice.  dongha comes here when he misses haejin the most  -  but it’s only to make sure he’s   comfortable,  being here in dreams must be strange and off putting.     “ it’s  ...  around the   corner,  here.  “

          there’s a small, almost   inaudible   gasp that leaves his lips.  the smaller’s fingers slowly make their way to haejin’s neck,  moving himself closer.  and he feels.  there is so much that he feels  -  there has always been   so much   that he feels,  even in death.  albiet, it has been   different   with haejin  ( it’s been better with him  -  dongha has been better  ).  the feeling starts as a small   flutter   inside his chest,  to feeling as though there could be   small sparks   leaving their fingertips.  the little spirit tries his very best to make the kiss last just a   little longer,  lips gently moving against the others for a moment.  it’s funny to think,  but it   feels like magic.  it’s so funny to dongha that he laughs   again,  smiling against haejin’s lips  -  his next whispered words are as   gentle   as they come,     “  i think we’re getting close to being even now,  haejin - ah.  “

          his eyes skipped along the water,  imagining   what it would be like for him to be so reliant on the push and pull of the shore  -  unsure of so much.  he   wishes   there was a way that he could bring moony’s memories back and take them back to him.  wishes   there was some way that could he give his friend something to ease his sadness.  dongha’s missing heart aches so much.  there has to be something somewhere for him  -  dongha   needs   to find it.  he wants to bring moony to his forest some day,  and wants to bring him somewhere to be that isn’t   here.  there are   shores   spotted around,  maybe moony would like it there.     “  i won’t.  “     i can’t.  there are so many reasons why  -  he just can’t.     “  i promise, okay ?  for what it’s worth,  i’ll always be here.  “     his voice is a low murmur,  gentle and   soothing  -  trying to help moony’s aching mind.     “  they found what they needed to   pass on,  something their soul was looking for since they died.  i’m not going anywhere.  “

          there are nerves   biting   at him from his head to the tip of his toes.  they almost crawl under his skin like   bugs  -  he remembers the feeling from when he was alive.  he wants to run towards nami and   hug him   the moment he starts to speak,  be held  -  but he stops himself,  doesn’t want to try because he   knows   what will happen.  despite the feeling of pure comfort,  the little spirit can’t shake the   uneasiness   that settles within.  he has been with nami in his dreams,  but this is   different.  nami is here and he’s   real  -  and even if dongha is only a spirit,  this is   real.     “  no  - no ... nothing happened ... ! “     dongha has to speak up quickly,  so nami wouldn’t worry.  normally he would step back,  cower and try to hide  (  scared of reactions, and of himself  )  but he lets the boy come close, welcoming it.  he can only laugh at the comment,  lips upturning into a   smile.     “  you’re not dreaming ~  i’m here, nami ~  “     he says,  breathy.     “ see  ?  “     there’s a beat of a moment that passes,  it spikes dongha’s nerves where he should be at his most   comfortable,  right here in front of a boy he’s shared so much with.  the spirit finally raises his hand to nami’s,  soft smile not faltering.     “  sadly,  that   does  mean the show you were watching doesn’t make sense,  and it wasn’t a dream.  “

          dongha nods,   slow   this time  -  his hand coming up rest against haejin’s,  head moving a slight to leave a   soft kiss   against his palm.  they have to make the most of it because this is the   only time   they can be together  -  and the little spirit should not be spending that time   worrying.  thinking about impossible things  ;  things that should be left for the haejin and dongha of   another life.  they’ll meet again,  when dongha is different  (  when he is   better  ).   he is the happiest he’s ever felt   (  that is,  if there’s   any feeling   he has right now  -  it’s of happiness  ).     “  you’re right.  “     he says simply,  haejin’s touch settling the   mess   of his thoughts.     “  we found each other when we needed someone the most,  i suppose.  that’s how things like this work,  right ?    i'm just ... really happy it was you.   “

          he is indeed always here,  wandering  -  looking after the forest more than anything.  it’s definitely an added bonus that he’s met seunghee  -  found a friend,  and   introduced her   to the forest he calls home  (  some time ago ).  he’s staring up at the sky when he feels her   presence,  watching the clouds roll over with their gift of rain. there’s a moment before he finds her,  follows her voice   out of the dark.      “  be careful of the rain ...  you’ll get a cold.  “     is the first thing he says,  sitting himself across from her.  the spirit appears   suddenly, but he’s not afraid of startling her  -  she knows he is here.  dongha shakes his head at her question,  still   frowning   from her earlier comment  -  sticking to it like protective brother he’s come to be.     “  tell me who stares at you  -  i’ll make sure they stop.  “