twelve
"you felt it too?" dowoon asked, having the same expression as wonpil.
when the elder nodded he scrunched his eyebrows together. "i haven't felt something in years, let alone something so amazing." wonpil whispered, looking up to dowoon.
the younger looked in wonpils eyes and saw how the twinkle in it grew with every inch he got closer to dowoon.
dowoon felt his chest pound with anticipation and a weird feeling that seemed to blossom throughout his body. it was strange, it had only been a few weeks since he had met his ghostly companion, but the older had a high impact in such a short time.
"you know, i've never kissed a human with this form."
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