#but apart from the obvious comedic moments hes never seriously burned anyone

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

everyone in the guild has Some kind of burn scar from natsu

Ha yeah I can see it! I think in most cases they dont get any worse that say, minor burns like when you grab a hot pot or something. Everyone's gotten used to it and he's mindful enough now to not let it be super bad burns (versus like when everyone was kids and still learning how to deal)

But most of em's gotten a minor burn from him at least once

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[artfromtheunderworld]

Long Distance, Close in Heart

It’s more or less a strange encounter, one no one thought would take off as anything more or less relationship wise. All things considered, it’s an odd ball of events. Having another school come to U.A. was not anything surprising, what was surprising was how the other school’s students were.  Isamu Academy High School, an interesting set of characters, that had went against 1-A in the past, but now being put in front of the other hero’s course class. It’s something that should be noted, a verity, needing to know how to deal with them in case in the future, people with the similar quirks could be encountered. The following events...were..different from last time though, that’s for sure.

A loud cracking noise was heard, a body thuds to the hard ground, it was a sudden pain that shocked through, causing a soreness to spring later once this match was over. Arms shaking slightly as it all hit too fast. Juzo Honenuki was one of the few students that didn’t turn into a zombie, not only that but managed to get into a one on one fight with one of the students. Romero Fujimi, the cause of the whole zombie outbreak for this training session. As far as Juzo knew, and was able to analyze, the only parts of his class that’s made it through was; Reiko, Kendou, Awase, and maybe Kuroiro. They had their reasons for not getting infected, due to certain advantages they have against this quirk. Speaking of, the voice of Romero rung out, taunting, and seemed to be talking right to Honenuki as if he was really nothing. “Buahahaha!!! You’re lucky, I’ll give you that!! having a re-breather built into your costume almost made you a challenge to me! But, now with that pesky helmet gone, there’s no hope for you!” Having a cruel look, feeling more than satasifed to have taken down one of the recommended students of 1-B himself, there was obviously a huge beam of pride radiating off of him at the moment. Though, it seemed like he was more interested in standing there in confidence, laughing, than rather making a move to do anything else. Must be absorbed in the moment, so taking advantage of this, Juzo begins standing up, grunting from where he was laying. Sweat beads down his face, as some dirt was left, he moves to his full height, and turn around now with his eyes narrowed. There was his own set of confidence coming off of him, hair messy, yet kept it’s soft look as it frames around his determined features. “Don’t you dare count me out yet.” His voice carried a hiss behind it, showing there was more fight in him yet, and refused to lose, not if it meant his friends would too. Now, from someone else’s point of view, this was just set as another challenge if anything else, but everything seemed to stop for Romero. His eyes widen at the sight of his opponents face, seeing the exposed teeth, but if anything he found that to be attractive on the male in front of him. Taking a look at the messy hair, that appeared soft to the touch, the look in those eyes that made his heart squeeze hard. His stomach was doing weird flips, as he felt heat raising to his cheeks. This was NOT the same feeling as 1-A class from anyone, he felt his body shaking alone at the sight of this student, everything about him was perfect. “Ooh, my, gawd-”  But, was quickly unable to think any longer since there was a fist jabbing into his gut. Juzo had made the move to finish this fight with a swift punch, knocking the other down and out. Though, he did look around him, noticing the pinkish gas was going away, and glanced at Romero, taking a few seconds to understand that..”That was easier than I first thought, he didn’t put up much of a fight did he?” Really, unaware of what the actual reason of the knock out was.  After the match, and everyone had gotten changed, and set back to the 1-B classroom for evaluation, it seemed like Honenuki’s classmates were praising him on being able to take down the zombie guy without much issue. Causing Juzo himself to try not taking all the credit of course, but knew of what he did at the same time. He perks at the sound of footsteps behind him, looking over his shoulder as he saw Fujimi standing tall behind him. Jeez, he didn’t realize the height the guy had on him, but nothing he was intimated by. If anything he turns around giving a huge grin, a whole other aura than on the battle field for sure, it’s like flipping a coin. This caused more internally heart pain for Romero, just when he thought someone couldn’t be hot and cute at the same time, someone like this guy exists!! Impossible!! Though he does hold his hand out, giving a grin, that by others could be seen as creepy, but there was no ill intent behind it that was for sure. Honenuki would reach out grabbing the other’s hand, expecting a handshake. “Nice to meet you, I’m Juzo Honenuki!” Introducing first, but his eyes widen quickly watching his hand raise up to the other students lips, Romero would find himself in the moment, kissing Honenuki’s knuckles softly, as he would give a glance to him. The grin not falling. “Pleasure is mine, Romero Fujimi.” Sekigai, turns away from her chat with Kendou, and would clench her fists, and look annoyed at her other classmate, who appeared to be flirting. “Romero, we didn’t come here, for you to be a creep!” This caught some attention from others, Kuroiro and Awase more so, they both seemed just as annoyed and heated if anything else. out of the two though, Yousetsu was quick to pop off, his face red from feeling a spout of anger at the sight, it was bothering for some reason. “Hey Creepzoid, hands off Juzo!” Needless to say, it was a mess during that hour, of bickering. But, Honenuki had only felt embarrassed, his face was burning hot now, still feeling the sting of the kiss on his hand as he would try to stare at the ground, away from everyone else. But, his eyes gazed up now and then, to glance at the scolded Romero, who would give a side eye back, and small smirk on his face. Juzo jolts at being caught this time, and would move to hide his hands in his face, he felt his body get all hot, and just couldn’t form words. For once being caught off guard, and out of place of being able to even give a proper response to anyone who was trying to check on him, to make sure everything was alright. Now, this is where the oddball part comes in, this wasn’t the last time they talked, or saw each other either. It was hard honestly, since the schools were plenty far apart, making physical meetings hard for them. Though, it was hard to tell if they ever claimed to be a thing, so far it seemed like some obvious pining between them. More for Romero’s part if anything, since he still could picture how amazing Juzo looked from their fight, if you wanna call it that. But, they managed to set up one night, where they both were free from studying to be able to chat on their computers to each other. This is what was more commonly used between them, and there was nothing wrong with that. “Honenuki, I think it would be a great idea to visit you, it’s really no trouble. I do have my ways of being able to see you.” He states, moving his elbow on the desk, as his hand rests on his cheek. Finding himself a bit lost in those eyes, they were always so full of life, and joy, getting lost in them was easy to do. Juzo would give a bit of a nervous look, tugging at the hoodie he wore whenever he was going to bed, looking a bit unsure. “It’s a long ways to get here, are you really sure it’s fine, Romero? I don’t want you to come such a long way just for me.” It was flattering to have someone want to come over, but seriously, he really didn’t want the other to make a trip that would last a few hours. It made him feel bad. Romero would sit up, giving a more serious look, a small shine in his eyes as he would tilt his head to the side, his hair falling along with him. “Honenuki, I would go to the ends of the Earth to just see you.” Then, gave a smile to follow along with it, with a wink? Well, it was enough to get Juzo all flustered, somehow Fumiji managed to get him like this. It was like having small hearts in his eyes, grabbing his hood to tug it over his head, to try hiding his face. “You don’t really mean that!” He whines, obviously if he could, he would be smoking up from this chat. “But I do mean it!” A chuckle escapes from the lavender haired male, “You’re too adorable like this, only encourages me to do it more!” He exclaims, only to make Honenuki curl up in his chair whining loudly, and trying to keep his face hidden. “Why do you like teasing me so much?!” Peeking out of his hood, to stare at Romero, with a pout, but he obviously was enjoying the attention, and online affection he was getting. A big weak spot for him really.  “Oh Honenuki, darling, it’s not teasing, it’s the tru-” Cut off when Juzo’s door slams open, making them both jump from the sudden noise. Honenuki looks behind, seeing who was coming in, since he normally doesn’t mind whoever it is. There, standing with offended looks was Yousetsu, and Shihai. Juzo could only grin at them both, as some pink was left on his face from the chat. “Oh hey guys, need someth-aH!” Kuroiro picks him up with ease, and holding him under his arms, turning them away and dragging him out of the room with ease. “Shihai?? What’s up-wait, I have to tell Romero bye!” Though Kuroiro wasn’t listening, as he huffs. “He’ll be fine, this is for your own good, Honenuki.” With that, Awase looks over at the screen with his arms crossed, and narrowed eyes. “Better watch yourself creep, we got eyes on you.” Doing the whole ‘keeping an eye on you motion. Romero himself would feel his eye twitch a bit, noting that certain friends of Honenuki’s were a bit of a problem like before. But, he wasn’t blind to anything, he knew they were being protective, and it was done in a comedic way if anything. Then again...he never knew when to leave well enough alone. “That’s fine, while you’re doing that, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on Honenuki, he’s too much of a delight not to.” With that, he gives a wave, turning off the chat. Awase huffs loudly, moving to leave Honenuki’s room to go join Kuroiro in keeping their pal distracted for the time being. 

A/N: Weird way to leave it off, but, I kinda liked it. I hope you all enjoyed the fic, and the new spawn of a ship! If you couldn’t tell parts of this fic were inspired by @mint-mayhem​ ‘s drawings/comic. I figured to join in and add some content for this good ship!! 

[taz-writes]

I was scrolling through your blog and saw something about a mermaid incident in class... date I ask for the story behind that?

I will absolutely tell you the story behind that, because it is equal parts baffling and hilarious, even now an entire year later. 

It begins… with my creative writing minor. Last fall I took a class called Survey of Forms: Fiction, which was an introduction to the canon of literary fiction, as well as literary fiction writing and basic style skills like characterization, narrative voice, dialogue, et cetera. Sounds pretty typical, right? Well, my professor was a fun guy, and one of our assignments around the middle of the semester was to write a rant. What sort of rant, you may ask? Literally anything. It was an exercise in narrative voice, he wanted 2-4 pages of a first-person tirade on something that you had strong opinions about, to be read out loud in class the next week. We had the option to write as a character from our short story WIPs or to write as ourselves. 

I chose to write my rant about a subject very near and dear to my heart: mermaids. Specifically, how much I fucking hated them as a child.

A bit of backstory, so you can understand why this got me so incredibly riled: I’m all about fairies. I was the fairy kid. I literally thought I was a fairy princess from outer space until I was, like, 11 or 12 years old. I wanted to have cool magic powers and sparkly wings and all that good stuff! I wanted to fly! I wanted to live in the forest and grant wishes! But like, mermaids are and have always been way more popular. If you’re a little girl who loves mermaids, your options are everywhere. You’ve got mermaid TV shows! Mermaid movies! Mermaid book series! Mermaid-themed makeup, mermaid-themed clothing, mermaid-themed Halloween costumes and lunch boxes and merchandise, mermaid stuff is everywhere. If you’re a little girl who loves fairies… you get, uh, Winx Club? Barbie Fairytopia? And maybe some Disney stuff if you squint. This was before even those Tinkerbell movies went mainstream, and if you were (like me) the sort of tomboy to frown at pink ruffly stuff, then you had absolutely NOTHING. 

And for bonus points, every single one of those fairy things I mentioned? Yeah they have mermaids in them. And the mermaids got overmerchandised, while the fairy MAIN CHARACTERS were neglected. Winx Club has a whole mermaid season, Barbie Fairytopia has mermaids and got a freaking mermaid-based sequel and never did justice to the actual fairy protagonists until long after I’d outgrown Barbie media. So like, I’m salty. I literally started writing Feilan because I was tired of every story with fairies being either immature Disney shit for 5-year-olds or edgy grimdark YA novels with too much kissing and inappropriate language for baby 12/13-year-old Taz’s tastes. I wanted something in between–fairies who weren’t stupid little glittery farts, but who didn’t spend all their time being ~evil and sexy~ or whatever either. If you like mermaid stuff, you can find a zillion different interpretations of merfolk lore, but despite the vast breadth of fae lore the fiction inspired by it only has two real subgenres. Fairies just aren’t as popular. I think they’re coming back a little bit because of SJM and Holly Black, but I HATE SJM’s fae and Holly Black’s are unbearably edgy, so that’s not really a good thing? 

On top of this, I am the type of person who clings very tightly and personally to minor things that aggravate me. I’m not sure why, and I wish that wasn’t the case, but at this point I’ve accepted it as part of my personality. It’s very rare that I find something I’m quite so passionately mad about, but when I latch onto a pet peeve I take it seriously. You can’t argue with me about the meaningless petty grudges, those are my lifeblood, and the mermaid thing is one of the oldest pet peeves I have. 

Back to the topic! The rant I wrote for Survey of Forms was the above tirade, expanded over several pages with sources cited. I was pretty proud of it! I came up with some really brutal turns of phrase, I thought my ~authorial voice~ was top of the line, it was a good rant. Time rolled around for us to share our rants with the class, and I gave a fabulous dramatic reading. My comedic timing is one of my strengths as an actress. 

Everything went as normal for the next few rants… and then, one of my quieter classmates began to read his rant. It sounded fine for the first few sentences, a discussion of traditional elements and their thematic associations okay whatever… but it became increasingly obvious, as he went on, that this wasn’t what he’d written. No, he was improvising a speech on the spot, because he was SO upset that I didn’t like mermaids that he had to tell me exactly how and why I was wrong about my entire worldview. 

In public. In front of our ENTIRE CLASS. 

He explained how mermaids belong to elemental water, and they’re valuable to modern society. See, water is the element of empathy and compassion, and those things are so rare in modern American society! It was almost a year after the 2016 elections, and our politics were so vicious and divisive, and the influence of water’s empathy was dwindling and he could see it burning through society! An over-emphasis on elemental air and its transience was leading to the rise of fake news and misinformation and alternative facts, elemental fire led to rage and passion and an inability to think logically, and we needed water to balance everything! So in fact, we need more mermaid stories! Because mermaid stories teach us to feel empathy! And the lack of water’s empathy, this growing hatred of mermaids (and by extension anything water-based)–that was the reason America was falling apart! That’s why Trump was elected! Because… uh, because I don’t like mermaids? 

Yeah, this guy basically implied that I was the reason Trump became president and the media devolved into vitriolic chaos. Because I don’t like mermaids. 

I couldn’t make this shit up on my own if I tried. 

I was absolutely livid, a friend of mine in the same class told me I turned redder than my scarlet school hoodie. I’ve never had the best anger management skills, I was literally shaking in my seat, I was inches away from flipping the table I sat at. I probably would’ve done it, too, if my classmate hadn’t put her boiling hot cup of soup down on it without the lid on. One of the lovely side effects of my ADHD is that sometimes when I get upset, my brain gets so hyperfocused on that one emotion that I’m physically incapable of feeling anything else or even thinking straight, and I can’t snap myself out. Those rages are terrifying. This was one of the worst rages I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I thanked my lucky stars later that I didn’t hurt somebody. I did get to scream at the guy for a couple minutes, but I don’t remember what I actually said. It involved a few physical threats and a lot of being embarrassed in front of my peers. 

Anyways, the professor didn’t even stop this guy, because–like everyone else–he didn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. And once he realized, I guess he froze up or something? I don’t know. I lost my fucking mind about this, I went into my next class and screamed for like fifteen minutes. My poor Music History teacher was so confused. 

The Survey professor emailed me and asked me to stop by his office later, and I thought I was going to get lectured for throwing a fit in class. I used to throw a lot of tantrums in grade school and even when I grew out of that, I was always the person blamed when an argument or fight broke out with me involved, so I had some muscle memory… the professor actually wound up apologizing. He told me he just didn’t know what to do in the moment, and he was really nice about it, and by then I’d calmed down enough that I wasn’t literally frothing with rage. It was very very surreal. I felt quite validated. 

Mermaid guy wound up writing me a length apology email. I’m pretty sure the professor put him up to it. He went on to explain that he was from Singapore and he was raised right by the water and so it was really important to him, his culture has some kind of mermaid thing that he’s emotionally attached to, et cetera… He seemed very sincere about it, so I accepted the apology, but I still have no freaking clue what possessed him to derail the entire class in order to argue over my goofy childhood grudge. It’s hilarious in retrospect, I just can’t even begin to understand the logic. I still have that email saved because it was so mind-blowingly absurd. 

So yeah, that’s the Mermaid Incident. I wish I could say it went down in university history but I’m not sure if anyone remembered it longer than a week or so after it happened. Nobody ever mentioned it again. 

And despite said classmate’s best efforts, I still have a grudge against mermaids. They’re very nice in their own dedicated media, but if I see them popping up like plot cancer in stories you told me were about fey? I will come for you. 

[jaeminlore]

Boo! Pt. 2 // Kim Taehyung

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the prompt:i was wondering if you could write a 2nd part to it, cause there’s that one unanswered question that worries me. What’s gonna happen next because Tae is a ghost and the reader is human??? Is there a way to have them together in harmony as a very obvious couple to the world. Like gah. Thank you once again and i hope you answer my request.

words: 3079

category: fluff + comedy

author note: i love ghost tae. here’s part two, finally. although you guys are probably going to be surprised with the direction i took it haha. also, how did you guys like not today? everyone looked so good it was a masterpiece. pls enjoy this extremely wild and hopefully comedic boo part two ft. jimin!!

- destinee

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“That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” you deadpanned.

Taehyung nodded. He was currently floating around your bedroom while you sat on your bed, trying to catch up on your favorite drama.

“I know,” his voice grew sympathetic. “He is not as handsome as me, and it will be hard. However, I think it could work.”

“This has nothing to do with how handsome he is!”

Taehyung stared at you, “Then what’s wrong?”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught. “You want to possess my neighbor so we can go out on a date!”

Taehyung threw the pillow back, “What’s wrong with that? It’s not like Jimin does anything anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean you can possess him!”

“Okay, but hear me out.” Taehyung fell onto your bed and stared at you seriously. “It would only be for a day. I could go see what your life is like and maybe eat some dinner.”

You frowned. “But Jimin is so nice. What if this hurts him?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “The boy lives alone with nothing but a cat for company. This may be the most exciting thing that had ever happened in his life.”

With that argument, how could you disagree?

-

You got ready for your date, while Taehyung disappeared who knows where to prepare for his exploration of the outside world.

When he entered your room, the ghost was dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans, a black turtleneck, black shoes, and a black beanie atop his head to finish off the look.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Taehyung grabbed you and held a hand over your mouth, “We have to be quiet. Our entire operation could be compromised if we are caught.”

You pushed him off, laughing. “Stop being such a dork.”

Taehyung gave you a wide smile and grabbed your hand, pulling you in the direction of the door. “Let’s go!”

The plan seemed to go fine until you were in front of Jimin. Taehyung had already become hidden, and there was no way for you to know where he was or what he was doing.

“Hello, Y/n,” Jimin smiled and opened his door wider. “Would you like to come in?”

You smiled politely and walked into the apartment. As soon as Jimin closed the door behind him, he froze and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The look frightened you for a moment until Jimin blinked. He turned to you, “Did it work?”

“Oh my goodness.” You covered your mouth with your hand. “I didn’t think you’d actually pull it off.”

“Of course I would,” Taehyung said. Only it was Jimin’s mouth that the words sprouted from. Jimin’s smile. However, it was Taehyung’s deep voice that escaped from Jimin’s lips.

You were going to get confused very quickly.

“Well then, I suppose we should go on that date.” You grabbed Taehyung’s (Jimin’s?) hand and pulled him out the door.

-

You led Taehyung to the boardwalk close to your home. The wooden planks were sturdy from a recent remodeling. Booths of games and prizes lined the board, and laughing children ran back and forth in excitement.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore mingled with the sound of people talking and laughing.

Taehyung grabbed your hand. “This is so exciting!”

Your hand twitched. “Are you okay with me holding your hand?”

He turned to you, “Of course. Why?”

You lifted your linked hands into the air, “It’s not your hand.”

“It is today.”

You rolled you eyes when Taehyung pulled you closer to him. “Just don’t kiss me, alright?”

“But I thought they were your lips today,” you teased him. In reality, you would never kiss him while he was in someone else’s body. It would be weird.

Then again, whole night was weird.

Taehyung sighed, “I remember when this boardwalk was built. I was eight years old. My brother used to take me here every weekend if I did well in school.”

“Did you do well?”

“Always,” He retorted. “Now let’s go win a prize! I’m really good at ring toss.”

“Not as good as me.” You ran ahead of him towards the booth.

The two of you spent all of your spare money on the ring toss you both claimed to be pros at. Eventually, Taehyung won a small hippo stuffed animal for you.

“Thank you, Sir,” you said, taking the hippo happily.

“You guys are adorable,” the ring toss worker cooed.

Taehyung glared at her, “No, we aren’t.”

“He gets embarrassed easily,” you explained to the worker, laughing nervously. Then you grabbed Taehyung’s arm and pulled him away, closer to the rail of the boardwalk.

The two of you leaned against the railing, enjoying the breeze as it blew sea spray into your faces. “This is so nice,” Taehyung whispered. “I haven’t felt the sea in years.”

“I can imagine,” you giggled.

“Jimin?” A feminine voice broke through your happy moment. “Park Jimin!”

You turned around to see an angry woman stalking towards you. “Uh, Taehyung…” you tugged on his sleeve. “I think she wants to talk to you.”

Taehyung turned around, eyes widening when the stranger pointed her finger at his chest. “My friend texted me that you were here with another girl. I had to come see for myself. Care to explain?”

Taehyung looked at you with wide eyes. “We’re just friends.”

“You always tell me if your going out with friends. I’ve been calling your phone all morning and you didn’t pick up. Now I know why!” She slapped Taehyung across his (technically Jimin’s) face.

“Hey!” You stepped in front of your boyfriend. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“B-Because it’s wrong!” Your eyes wavered at her frightening stance.

“Who are you, anyway?” She sneered at your shorter figure.

“I-I’m just a friend.” You averted your gaze to the floor.

“Ha, Jimin could’ve at least picked someone better to cheat on me with.”

Suddenly, Taehyung turned you around and planted his lips onto yours. Only they were Jimin’s lips, smaller and fuller than the lips of your boyfriend. You began to kiss back when Taehyung pulled away and glared at the girl.

“Bye.”

You weren’t sure who’s eyes were wider. Her’s or your’s.

Tears sprung in her eyes as she turned away from you and Taehyung.

When she was out of sight, you slapped Taehyung on the arm. “Why would you do that? Jimin just lost a girlfriend thanks to us!”

Taehyung rubbed his arm, “Hey, I should be mad at you right now.”

“Why?”

“You tried to kiss me back!”

“You were kissing me!”

“Jimin was kissing you. I can’t believe you cheated on me, with myself of all people!”

You laughed, “You’re being ridiculous, Tae. But, if it puts you at ease, I promise I won’t kiss you anymore.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, “Don’t promise that!”

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?”

“I don’t want Jimin to kiss you,” Taehyung said in exasperation. “You can kiss Taehyung as much as you want.”

“What if I don’t want to kiss Taehyung?” You continued to tease him.

“I will jump right out of this meat suit in front of everyone,” he threatened.

“Alright, alright,” you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the rail. “Let’s go eat something. I’m hungry.”

“Yes!” Taehyung cheered. “I made reservations at a fancy place.”

You stopped walking and looked down. “We are literally wearing shorts and t-shirts.”

“Correction,” Taehyung smirked, “You and Jimin are wearing shorts and t-shirts.”

“I actually hate you.”

“Thanks.”

-

The restaurant was fairly empty when the two of you arrived.

Taehyung made the reservation under “Mr. and Mrs. Kim” which made your cheeks burn.

“Don’t you like being my wife?” Taehyung asked as the two of you ate.

“I do,” you muttered, taking a quick bite of your food so you wouldn’t have to answer anymore questions.

“That’s what you’ll say when we get married,” Taehyung said in a sing-song voice.

You choked on your food.

After finally being able to speak properly, you glared at Taehyung. “Don’t talk about marriage, Tae. We’re still kids. Besides, we’ve only been dating for a few months.”

“Actually, I’m seventy years old. You’re the only kid here.”

“I’m twenty-one!”

“You’re a baby,” Taehyung said. “Don’t be fooled just because I’m frozen in this hot body for eternity.”

“I can’t believe you,” you said. “What is going to happen when I get old and you’re still young and youthful?”

“I suppose I’ll have to stay by your side. What a struggle,” Taehyung sighed dramatically. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I can make myself age as well. I’ll just age with you. Then, when you die, we can haunt the apartment together.”

In a twisted way, it sounded kind of perfect. “You’d grow old for me?”

Taehyung shrugged, “What can I say? I’m a good boyfriend.”

You kicked him under the table.

-

“Look at that car!” Taehyung said. “Can we ride in it?”

You stared at the red Mustang. The two of you were walking home, and happened to pass an empty parking lot. Well, almost empty.

The Mustang was in pretty decent shape. It had a few dents, but other than that it looked brand new.

“We can’t just drive someone else’s car,” you told him.

Taehyung ignored you and ran to the car. “I can’t sense any energy coming from it. I don’t think anyone has been in it for a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Taehyung replied. “I can’t sense anything.”

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes, matching Taehyung’s. “Just around the block once and then we’re done.”

“Agreed.”

Taehyung opened the unlocked passenger door for you. “Shall we depart?”

You thanked him and sat in the passenger seat, “We shall.”

As soon as Taehyung was in the driver’s seat, he put it into drive and flew out of the parking lot.

You gripped the door handle, “How did you do that?”

“I have no idea!”

The two of you laughed. Your happiness faded quickly when you stole a glance in your rearview mirror and saw a man chasing after the car. “Uh, Taehyung?”

He checked his own mirror and cursed, “Okay, so maybe my ghost senses don’t work in someone else’s body.”

“We stole a car,” you said. Then you looked at Taehyung, eyes wide, “Tae, we stole a car!”

“I know! The police are going to come and—” he stopped talking and turned to you. “I have a plan, but you have to trust me.”

“Of course I trust you,” you said.

“Okay, I’m going to drop you off at this gas station. Take a cab home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I am a fugitive,” you said. “I’m an actual criminal.”

Taehyung pulled into the gas station and you got out, running inside to call a cab.

Taehyung reluctantly pulled back into the road, where sirens could be heard in the distance.

-

“So,” the policeman stared at Jimin from across his desk. “First, you made reservations under a different name, then you hijacked and stole a car, which you proceeded to drive without a license.”

The confused boy blinked softly, looking around, “What? What happened?”

“Don’t play that game with me,” the policeman said sternly. “Now listen, the owner of the car agreed to drop all of the charges, but you will still be spending a night here, just so we can keep an eye on you.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, “Yes, Sir?”

“Do you want your phone call now?”

“Yes, please.”

Jimin hastily dialed the number of Seulgi, his girlfriend. Maybe they went to a party and he got drunk. Or worse, drugged.

“Hello?”

“Thank goodness,” Jimin breathed. “Look, Seulgi, I can’t explain everything but I’m at the police station right now. Do you know what happened to me? I can’t remember anything.”

“You mean after you kissed a girl right in front of me and told me to leave?” The octave of her voice grew along with the sentence. “Jimin, we’re over. And honestly, I’m glad. You were boring and didn’t know how to have fun. Maybe a night in the slammer will do you good.”

She hung up.

Jimin stared at the phone. What in the world is going on?

Now he had no girlfriend, no phone, no one to ask what had happened.

He sat on the uncomfortable mattress and figured he might as well get some sleep.

-

The next morning, you awoke to a phone call. You checked the caller ID. “Taehyung!”

Your boyfriend ran through the wall, literally, “What?”

“It’s Jimin! What do I do?”

“Answer it?”

“This is all your fault!”

“How is it my fault?”

“You left him poor and confused in the police station!”

“I told you I had a plan,” he said before looking at the phone, “Answer it!”

“Oh, right,” you pressed the green button, “Hello?”

You listened to Jimin talk before answering, “Sure, I’ll come over.”

You hung up the phone. “Taehyung, he wants to talk. What do I do?”

“Go over and pretend you know nothing,” he advised.

“Come with me,” you said to him. “If we go down, we go down together.”

“That’s the spirit!” Taehyung sent you a grin, “Did you see what I did there? Spirit? Because I’m a spirit?”

You climbed off of your bed and snorted, “Just get out so I can get dressed, Goofball.”

-

You hadn’t really paid much attention to Jimin’s house when you came previously. Now, sitting on his sofa waiting while he made tea, you took in your surroundings.

His apartment was done up modernly. The way you would’ve done yours, in fact, had Taehyung not intervened. Black and gray colors filled the room, giving it a sleek feel.

Jimin’s cat sat in the corner of the room, licking her paw and occasionally glaring at you. You had tried to pet her when you first came in, but she only hissed at you and ran away.

“I can’t believe he’s making us tea,” Taehyung whispered.

“I know,” you replied, “I feel so bad.”

“No, I mean he suspects nothing,” Taehyung looked at you seriously, “This is good.”

You glared at him.

“I’m back. Sorry for the wait!” Jimin returned with two tea cups, along on a tray.

“He didn’t get me any tea,” Taehyung pouted.

You subtly stepped on his foot, eliciting a slight whine of protest from the ghost.

Taehyung quickly became impalpable. “I am no longer tangible, so ha ha, Y/n.”

You quirked a smile, and Jimin rose his eyebrow, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course.” You picked up a cup of tea and looked at your host, “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Jimin sighed, “Honestly, I feel like you’re my only friend. Last night something bad happened.”

“Really? What?” You acted surprised.

“I don’t quite know. I must’ve been really drunk or high or something. I mean, I never drink and I don’t do drugs, but I don’t know what else to blame it on. Last night, I woke up in the police station for stealing a car. Luckily, the charges were dropped.”

“I momentarily possessed the owner of the car to let him off,” Taehyung piped in from across the room. He was tangible again, currently petting Jimin’s cat. “See, I was nice.”

You tried to focus on Jimin while Taehyung talked. Eventually you choked out, “What’s the last thing you can remember?”

Jimin ran a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. “That’s the thing. I’m almost positive that the last thing I remember is you coming over for a surprise visit.”

“Abort!” Taehyung yelled. “Abort mission! Lie like me in the grave, Y/n!”

You looked at Jimin with fake shock on your face, “Really? I came and had tea with you just like today. I left after a short hour of talking.”

“I didn’t think you did anything,” Jimin assured you. “I was just wondering if you saw anything.”

“I didn’t,” you lied through your teeth. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Jimin stood up. “My girlfriend broke up with me as well. She claims I cheated on her.”

“I’m sorry,” is all you could say.

“Don’t be,” Jimin gave you an innocent eye smile. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I’ll just try to forget whatever went on.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

“Of course.” He walked you to the door. “Thanks for being such a good friend, Y/n.”

“No problem.”

As soon as he closed the door, Taehyung jumped in front of you, grabbing your hand and snickering. “That was fun. We should do it again sometime.”

“Taehyung, no.”

“Taehyung, yes.”

-

Taehyung pulled you closer to him as the two of you cuddled on your bed. His head was rested on your stomach, content with the rise and fall of your breathing.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

“I love you, too.” You said. You threaded your fingers through his dark hair. He hummed in satisfaction before turning to look at you, his chin pressing into your stomach. “Y/n.”

“What?”

“It’s been three months since we went on that date.”

“Our disaster date with Jimin?” You cringed. “I can barely look at him without feeling horribly guilty.”

“Well get ready to feel guilty again. There’s a new neighbor downstairs named Hoseok and I think we can pull the same stunt.”

“If you try that again I will seriously break up with you.”

“You would never break up with me,” he said confidently. Then, using his hands, he pushed himself so that he was hovering above you. “Besides, I’m only joking. I’m happy staying here with you forever and ever.”

He leaned down and rubbed his nose against yours sweetly.

You smiled teasingly, “I hope that’s not as boring as it sounds.”

Taehyung gasped, “You’re going to pay for that.”

You thought he was going to tickle you, but instead he chose to pepper your face in little kisses. “Tae, stop!”

“Call me the best boyfriend you’ve ever had!”

“You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had!” You said between giggles.

Taehyung released you, choosing now to lay down on top of you and rest his head on your collarbone. “Thanks. You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.”

The two of you fell asleep together, happier than you could ever be.

~the end~