dowoon felt his stomach begin to do flips, and all he could hear was the loud thumping of his heart against chest.

his hands fell to wonpils "chest" and he stood in an instance.

the two held a heavy eye contact, both refusing to look away. the moment was important, they could feel it.

"pili, tell me." dowoon said, his eyes sending daggers at the older.

"you tell me first," the pale boy challenged. his eyes, the deep brown orbs taking the daggers and reciprocating them.

the younger of the two, sighing, placed his fingers lightly upon the cheeks of the ghastly figure.

"kim wonpil, the spirit who just so happened to be in this house, i love you and by some miracle i want you to say it back."

"there is no miracle needed. how do i say it? you're the best thing ever, and i, genuinely and wholeheartedly, love you too."

the kiss, the small starting sensation exploding into a heavy feeling, all of it, it was there. soon, though, everything for wonpil faded to black.

he felt something. it was scary.

a/n-itS NOT A BAD THING I SWEAR