Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader (ft. Kim Seungmin)
Ghost AU; Possession AU
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1451
Warnings: suggestive content; strong language
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âDonât tell me youâre actually gonna buy something from here. This place is low-key creeping me out, Jisung.â Seungmin eyed the slightly-older boy with judgment. Theyâd been exploring one of their tour cities and had come across an antique shop. It was littered with dolls and other childrenâs toysâall of which Seungmin felt like were staring him down. There was also vintage furniture and electronics. The cameras did sort of pique Seungminâs interest, but he already had a really nice modern camera. Besides, this store was really starting to freak him out.
Why did all the dolls have to be so scary?
âJust let me look through some of the jewelry⌠These rings are cool, and theyâre so high-quality.â Jisung reasoned, never able to say no to a new piece of jewelry.
âYeah, âcause you totally need another ring to add to your collection. You definitely donât have over a hundred rings that youâve never even worn because you always wear the same ones.â Regardless, Seungmin left to let Jisung pick out rings, deciding to go further into the store to escape the many glass eyes.
Jisung was trying to narrow down his choices between three rings when he suddenly spotted one that he hadnât seen before. He put the other three back and walked over to the cashierâs glass desk.
âUm⌠Excuse me?â He called for the attention of the owner and then pointed towards the ring. âHow much for that ring?â The old lady walked over, peered into the glass, and then looked up to Jisung with a wary look. She eyed him for a moment, almost as though considering something.
âItâs about five dollars, but are you sure about that one? Itâs quite oldâŚâ But Jisung thought it looked nice, and he had a good feeling about that one. It really stuck out to him.
âYes maâam, thank you.â He insisted, pulling his wallet out to pay. When she began to package it, he told her he was fine wearing it out.
Despite Seungminâs claimsâwhich were not entirely baseless, Jisung did have a shit-ton of rings back home he never wearsâJisung wore his new addition almost daily. So much so that he started growing a weird attachment to it in some of the otherâs eyes.
He cleaned it often, even polished it sometimes. Though, he never took it to performances in fear of it getting stolen or lost; instead, when he wasnât wearing it, it had a special home on his nightstand.
One morning he woke up, reached out to put his ring on, and came up empty handed. He did a double-take when he didnât feel his new favorite ring anywhere near its usual spot. He looked all around his nightstand, underneath his bed, and tore his blankets off in case he accidentally fell asleep wearing it.
Nothing. He could not find it anywhere. As he re-made his bed, he tried to remember if there was anywhere else he may have left it. He checked the bathroom sink, just to be sure, but he was ninety-nine percent sure he had put it on his nightstand, just like he did every night.
Then he took to checking his roommates' fingers. None of them were wearing it, so he asked if any of them took it without asking first.
And then he began to panic. He wondered if he had carelessly taken it to a performance or shoot and left it behind. When he went back to his room to try and think more, there it sat right where he always put it. The things all around it were still a mess from his hasteful search earlier, but it sat perfect and pretty in its proper position. Strange.
Jisung elected not to take it on tour with him. After somehow misplacing it, he didnât want to risk actually losing it in travels. He packed some of his other rings to accompany him to Japan instead and left his favorite ring to wait for him on his nightstand as usual.
What he didnât expect to return to, was a woman sitting comfortably in the middle of his bed as though she lived there. He wasnât sure how exactly she got in either since he locks his room every time they leave, but he sure as hell wasnât going to stick around to ask her.
Instead, he rushed to get Chan, explaining that somehow a sasaeng must have gotten in and was currently sitting in his room. When they returned with a manager that lived in the building, the woman was gone. The only thing that was different was his favorite ring sitting in the center of his bed rather than the nightstand.
The other members were still convinced it had been a sasaeng, and she mustâve snuck out somehow. When Jisung brought up the fact that nothing was missing and the only thing that had moved was his ring, they claimed she was likely planning on taking it since Stays knew it was his favorite. He was commonly seen wearing it in selfies and livestreams, so it wouldnât be that far fetched of an explanation.
Jisung was not convinced. He wasnât unaware of his quick attachment to the ring. And he knows that he never forgets to put it on his nightstand at night. The newest incident was just the cherry on top.
But what kind of ghost possesses a ring? A house, sure. A mirror, believable. A doll, seen thousands of times. But a ring? Jisung needed to know why, and why it⌠she chose him.
He didnât have to wait long. The next night he woke from a rather peaceful sleep to the sounds of shuffling around his room. When he peeked his eyes open, the same woman was rifling through his drawers.
âUm⌠hello?â He whispered out, scared to disturb the quiet atmosphere of his room and not wanting to wake his other members. âAreâ Do you live inside my ring?â He asked, but he got his answer when he noticed his ring was once again missing from its place.
âWell, technically itâs my ring, but you bought it so⌠yes.â She responded, putting the clothes she was holding back in the drawer and closing it.
âWhat are you looking for?â He decided to ask first, too nervous to ask the other questions on his mind yet. She shrugged and moved closer to his half-sitting, half-lying figure. âWhy are you in the ring?â He tried asking next.
âLike I said⌠It's my ring.â He thought she was going to stop there but then her features softened, and she spoke up again. âIt was my fiancĂŠâs ring⌠but he passed away before we could marry. We believed in reincarnation, and I wanted to see him in his next life, so here I am.â Jisung felt his heart break at the story, though not yet outweighing the anxiety of having a supernatural being in his room.
âSo⌠why me? Youâre the reason I noticed the ring in that shop I assume⌠and the reason Iâm so attached.â The woman smiled slightly, but shook her head.
âI canât make you do anything. Itâs all on your own volition. Jisung, is it?â She waited for confirmation, and when he nodded, she continued. âJisung, do you recognize me at all?â He studied her features for a moment.
âYou were in my room the other day when we all got back from Japan.â He said, not knowing any other answer to give. She snorted a bit, before it settled into a smirk.
âIâve manifested this form more than just that time. But do you recognize me?â She asked again; and again, Jisung analyzed her, trying to pick up on any familiarities. Eventually, he shook his head, and it seemed like the womanâs face fell slightly. He wanted to ask her about it, but decided he might not be ready for whatever answer she gave.
âSo, can you feel and see when youâre inside the ring too, or only in this form?â He decided to ask instead. The woman seemed to consider his question. Her face lit up in amusement, and Jisung assumed she was remembering something.
âThe short answer is yes, I can sort of feel things when Iâm inside the ring.â
âAnd the long answer?â Curious, he couldnât help but ask. Her lips twitched with a humored smirk.
âThe long answer⌠Maybe donât masturbate with the ring on, Ji.â His face flushed with embarrassment and he moved to hide underneath his covers. âTrust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about that for.â She teased and he felt like his entire body lit on fire all at once.