Kibum has been seeing them for as long as he could remember.
They were mostly harmless, sometimes tripping him up a little, and they offended his eyes with their grotesque forms, but still relatively harmless. They were just…annoying.
Those…spirits, that is.
“When I grow up…I’ll come for you, Kibummie.” A faceless little boy whispered into another little boy’s ear. “And then we’ll marry and you’ll be my wife.”
“But Kibummie is a boy,” the younger little boy retorted.
“Then you’ll be my husband,” the slightly taller, darker boy grinned, grabbing onto the other’s hand and leading him to an area in the garden where there were no tall trees.
“Can we go for one last ride before you go? I promise to miss you lots if you do,” Kibum pleaded,
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Mostly now they teased each other about it, but with no real intent to hurt.
Minho also knew Kibum could see…things. Things that were disgusting, and ugly and that they were things no one else could see.
Those ‘spirits’ also tended to tease and annoy Minho, although he had absolutely no spiritual perception. Attempts to touch just ended up with the boy walking right through their projection-bodies.
Kibum, however, was another story altogether.
Kibum’s face slammed into Minho’s back as the spirits at his feet swiped at his feet yet again, causing him to trip and fall. It was the reason Minho always walked in front, because Kibum always fell, and it would be worse falling on his front than his back.
“Sorry,” Kibum muttered, rubbing at his reddening forehead.
“Be careful, jeez,” Minho said, pulling Kibum along by his free hand. “You’re always letting them trip you up.”
“It’s not like I can help it!”
“But I noticed you’ve been falling quite a bit lately. Even more so than usual.”
Kibum went quiet.
“Kibum?”
Minho was right. There had been more of them lately. However, Kibum wasn’t about to let a bad feeling plague his mind. Or Minho’s for that