yoongi looks up finally, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. “haven’t i been telling you that i’m not a ghost?” he can’t help the worry that gnaws at frozen feet as he waits for jeongguk to summon him, waits for the tell tale smoke that rises from his hands, lets him pinpoint jeongguk’s location and go to him. but it doesn’t come—it never does. and it’s new: this yearning. inexplicable, almost, for a heart that has beat for hundreds of years and never allowed itself to feel something like this. namjoon?” yoongi lifts his eyes, almost smirking as he says the name. “he’s harmless for the most part. a pain in my ass already, but he’s not the one who kills you. he just does his job, takes the names that he’s given, and helps lead them onto their next life. so he won’t kill you. and he’ll only take you if it’s your time to go.”

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the problem is—a week before opening night, namjoon bursts into yoongi’s study. “he’s going to die,” is what namjoon gasps, as though he doesn’t spend half of his time apparently resenting jeongguk’s presence in the house. “moonbin got his name card yesterday.” you don’t need reasons to want something,” says yoongi. “but it’s good to know anyway. i’ll grant your wishes—” jeongguk gasps, but yoongi holds up a finger—“if you ask nicely.” when yoongi has gone, disappearing into his room, and jeongguk is still admiring the suit, he’s startled by the sound of footsteps behind him. he turns around to see namjoon, the man leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen and watching him. jeongguk sees the moment the man recognizes him, too. it’s the very moment that the answer comes to him, understanding who the man is: grim reaper.kim seokjin,” he calls, knowing that the ghost can likely hear him from wherever he’s hiding. “we need to have a talk.” the ghost doesn’t appear, and yoongi frowns as he turns around in the alley, waiting. “i’m not going to do anything, seokjin. i just need to talk.” there’s a breeze in the alley, suddenly, blowing snow past his feet, and he almost rolls his eyes at how dramatic ghosts can be before he turns around to face— I came from my deleted tumblr. I still remember the feeling when I read this poem. It had hit me hard cuz it was simple. It is simple but not cheesy. jeongguk keeps sulking—can’t help it. he’s confused, especially since yoongi keeps telling him that he’s not the bride even though ghosts have been telling him otherwise his entire life, not to mention the stupid birthmark and the missing soul shit. as much as he’s happy to now have at least a few of his wishes granted—he’s been cast in a leading role in a new broadway play, which is sure to give him more money than he has now—the rest of it is overwhelming. it makes sense, doesn’t it?” asks namjoon. “he wouldn’t just leave without doing something. last hurrah and all that.”

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before he can run away, yoongi stops him with a hand on his arm. “i’ve got something for you, too,” he says, and hands over a massive, thin box. jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow before he sets it on yoongi’s kitchen table, opening it only to gasp as he looks down at— his hand stills in jeongguk’s hair, watching the sleepy eyes that look up at him. “i don’t know,” he admits. “there could be a lot of reasons for it. you’re a missing soul, jeongguk-ah—you’re not supposed to be alive, by the universe’s standards.” jeongguk looks at him, eyes brightening. “so you think this is romantic?” he asks. he bumps their shoulders together, giggling when yoongi scoffs, but the other’s cheeks are red, so. “it’s practically a date. i think i’ve lost count of how many we’ve been on. how many is appropriate before you propose to me?”

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namjoon makes a humming noise, slipping into a seat at the table. “he gave me something, too,” he says. around them, the music continues to scream through the auditorium, but no one is singing. no one is dancing. there’s just—breathing, and jeongguk staring at the place where he once stood, and yoongi clutching onto jeongguk’s wrist as relief floods through him. are you a ghost?” asks jeongguk, grabbing the little knife on the side of the table and pausing to peer up at the man. it’s hard to tell—ghosts and humans look the same, and the only way to know for sure is if other people can see them. considering jeongguk is the only one here, he’ll have to ask.

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jeongguk opens his eyes again. the candle is still there—alone, but brave. alone but brave, like jeongguk himself. “please,” he whispers again, and hopes that someone will hear him—hear his heart, hear his wishing. after a moment, he adds, “happy birthday to me,” before leaning over and blowing out the candle. jesus christ,” curses yoongi, shoving at jeongguk until the younger relents and lets go of him. yoongi gets up, looking all sorts of antsy as he first looks at jeongguk, and then looks around the apartment. after a short pause, like he’s trying to decide how to proceed, he begins blowing out all of the candles that jeongguk has lit. “you’re not the goblin’s bride,” he says. “and we’re not getting married. just go to your audition next weekend, okay?”where are you going?” namjoon asks, and it’s only then that jeongguk realizes he’s gotten up, that he’s stumbling toward the door with escaping him. “jeongguk-ah! you—forgot your suit.” but he can’t change the fact that not dying when he was supposed has put him on the universe’s hit list. he can’t change the fact that by yoongi not dying, he’s putting jeongguk in more danger he knows what to do with.

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and then—yoongi’s skate catches on a bump in the ice, making him lose his balance as he goes tumbling to the ice with a shriek. he doesn’t let go of jeongguk, though, so they both end up in a heap on the cold ice, limbs tangled and yoongi’s nose pressed into jeongguk’s cheek where the younger landed on top of him. it was irresponsible,” says yoongi. “but you got what you wanted. are you happy?” seokjin doesn’t look it—can’t have, not with what nearly happened. there was no way to know that the man would try to hurt jeongguk, but it happened anyway. yoongi doesn’t bother to ask how they ended up on the roof in the first place, or what either of them were trying to accomplish by confronting the man like this rather than gathering evidence another way. then i don’t want it,” he says. “i don’t want to be your bride if it means i have to kill you. i won’t— hyung.” he sniffs again, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to stem the flow of tears. “hyung, i love you. i can’t hurt you.”i think you’re a goblin.” he gauges yoongi’s face for his reaction—the slight look of amusement in the other’s eyes disappears entirely, face settling into something stony. he doesn’t look pleased—which jeongguk takes as a sign that he’s right. it’s the sort of thing that he’s only heard about for years: a person who is paying for their sins from centuries ago by being granted immortality, forced to watch all of their friends and loved ones die before them over and over again. at least goblins are able to do supernatural things—grant wishes, but also protect souls however they can, among other things. yoongi panics, calling out, “watch the food, taehyung-ah!” before he closes his eyes and lets the tug take him, just like that.