Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.
Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).
somewhere, deep down, you knew Namjoon was telling the truth. There was
something about him, his aura perhaps, which gave off a very distinctly inhuman
vibe. Something that said “I’m real, but not here, exactly.” This was probably the reason that you weren’t all
that surprised when you opened your eyes to find him sitting cross legged in
front of you, hovering a few inches above the floor.
was looking at you as though you were the most fascinating thing in the world,
and it was a bit unnerving.
you’re still here.” You grumbled sleepily.
you can still see me.” He said, unfazed
by your tired glare. “Do you know how long it’s been since had a conversation
with someone?” He continued. “I mean, I talk to the baby downstairs, but she
just responds with giggling.”
wish I couldn’t hear you.” You sighed, pulling a pillow over your face.
wonder why that is?” Namjoon pondered, apparently not taking the hint that you
wanted him to go away—permanently. “That you can see me, I mean. So far, it’s
just been babies and animals that—“
you ever stop talking?” You complained, sitting up before swinging your legs
off the bed to stand. Namjoon moved quickly so that you wouldn’t walk through
him on your way to the kitchen.
do sometimes, but I don’t want to right now.” He said, floating after you. You
were still wearing your clothes from the previous night, and you were sure you
looked like a mess. But your appearance wasn’t exactly high on your list of
priorities at the moment.
you have something better to do than haunt this apartment?” You asked irritably
as you opened your overnight bag in search of food. You found some poptarts and
grimaced; not exactly the healthiest breakfast ever. “Don’t you have family or
some friends to bother?”
I really don’t.” Namjoon replied. “I mean, I have all those people, but being
around them makes me sad.”
hoped up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen, your feet dangling a
good foot off the floor.
don’t you hang out with other ghosts, then?” You asked. “Surely there’s something
you could do. Join a ghosts-only club maybe?”
really.” Namjoon said, sitting on the counter across from you. “I haven’t found
any other ghosts. I think we might be invisible even to each other. That, or I’m
the only one. But I find that to be highly unlikely… Don’t you?” There was a
hesitancy in his voice, a vulnerability that made you think that it must be
very lonely to be a ghost.
sure you’re not the only one.” You said, seeing relief in his eyes as you said
the words. Who would want to be the only anything?
Particularly if it meant being invisible to all those around them? Surely no
one, and definitely not this man who
was determined to talk your ear off. “So why don’t you leave this apartment and
go find them.” Lonely ghost or not,
he was still a stranger that you didn’t particularly want to live with.
pouted. “I don’t wanna.” He whined. “And anyway, aren’t you just a little bit
curious why you can see me?”
You replied flatly.
I am.” Namjoon shrugged. “So I’m going to stay and find out.”
sighed deeply as you slid off the counter. “I really can’t let you do that.”
You said, walking to the front door.
you’re going to do something about it… How?” Namjoon followed, looking just the
slightest bit worried.
don’t know yet.” You muttered, opening your front door and marching across to
knock on—what was his name again?—Hoseok’s door. He opened after a minute or
so, Namjoon complaining the whole time.
weird, why him? Can’t you just do a google search to get rid of me? I don’t
like this. Stop ignoring me, I know you can hear me—“
person who didn’t believe in ghosts, still feel the same?” Hoseok looked rather
amused; the feeling wasn’t mutual.
you were right. I admit it.” You said. “The man I saw last night? He’s who’s
haunting the apartment.”
how’s that going for you?” Hoseok asked, looking genuinely concerned now.
You said. “It’s only been a few hours and I already feel like he’s going to
drive me insane. You knew he was there—what do you know about getting rid of
laughed. The rate at which he could switch emotions was a little disorienting. “You
can’t.” He chuckled. “You don’t think the manager tried? He even smudged the
gets rid of negative energy.” You folded your arms. “Namjoon isn’t negative, he’s annoying.”
don’t know if I should be offended by that or not.” Namjoon huffed.
“You’re on a first-name basis with the ghost?” Hoseok snorted.
“No. Yes. It’s complicated.” You hadn’t even realized it until Hoseok pointed it out. But Namjoon seemed so real, so solid (as long as you didn’t try to touch him) that you weren’t sure how else to refer to him. You didn’t like the idea of just calling him “The Ghost.”
you tried asking him to leave?” Hoseok asked. “Sometimes that works.”
shook your head. “I’ve told him to
leave, does that count? He just says no.”
don’t see what’s wrong with me staying.” Namjoon said. “It’s not like you have
to feed me, I’m dead! I won’t cost you any money.”
realized that Hoseok had said something, but Namjoon had spoken over him and
you had no idea what the other man had said.
You asked. “Shut up Namjoon.” You shot him a look, and Hoseok raised an eyebrow
at you. It took you a second to realize that it was because Hoseok couldn’t see
Namjoon, and it probably looked like you were talking to the wall.
you a medium?” Hoseok asked, leaning against his door frame. You shook your
I don’t think so.”
why can you see him, and I can’t?”
what I want to know.” Namjoon said, and you gave him another look before
would I know? Look, if you’re not going to be any help, I’m going back inside…”
might be a reason, you know.” Hoseok called after you. “Maybe the two of you
were supposed to have met before he died.”
slammed the door behind yourself. You had saved up so long to afford an apartment like this—and even then, it was only
because it had been sitting empty for months that it was cheap enough for you.
It was right down the street from where you worked, in a central area, and it
was so nice. If you walked out on
your lease, your deposit would be gone and
you wouldn’t have a place to live.
have to move on.” You decided, turning to face Namjoon. “That’s why ghosts are
around in movies and books, right? Unfinished business. We just have to figure
out what that is, and you can walk into the light.”
going to help me?” Namjoon asked, not looking the least bit convinced.
course.” You said. “But until then, we have some house rules to go over. If we’re
going to be living together, we’re going to have to get along, right?”
A/N So it should get a little more interesting from here on out! Reader is determined, but Hoseok might be right ;) Anyway, thank you for reading and being so patient with me! I’m hoping to update Disposable soon as well <3 As always, let me know your thoughts/feelings! I love to hear from you guys <3 <3 <3
Prompt: Hey so
like- I’m craving some Kurt angst. So like, what if a disease outbreak starts
“zombifying” people, and the reader gets bitten and Kurt is the only one with
him/her and he has to put them down—-
Note: OMG KURTT MY
“Come on, come on,” you muttered, forcing the door of the store you and
Kurt were raiding closed. It had been months since the apocalypse had started,
and in that short time, the Mansion had become overrun. You lost track of
Scott, Jean, and the others long ago, and at the moment, all you had was Kurt.
The gas station the two of you stood inside was surrounded. It had been
hard to get past them to get in, but this was the only building for a few miles
that wasn’t full of the walking corpses that haunted your earth.
“You okay?” you asked him. Kurt nodded. You helped him search the store,
putting anything useful into the large duffle bag the two of you shared.
Usually it was more than big enough for whatever you could find. Though Kurt
didn’t ask why, you had tears in your eyes. It seemed off, but he didn’t bring
Once you had cleared out almost everything that was left, you looked up
at Kurt, tears finally spilling down your cheeks.
“Kurt…I…” you started, pulling off your jacket to reveal the large bite
on your shoulder. It was green-ish, mangled, and the skin around it was
beginning to pale. “You have to leave me here.”
“Vhat? No! I…(Y/N)…Vhat if zhey find zhe cure?”
“Baby, there is no cure,” you sobbed. Your eyes closed and you sucked in
a breath, looking up at him. You pressed a gun into his three-fingered hand.
“You have to do this, or I’ll be one of them. Please.”
“It’s okay. I promise. It’s okay.” you told him. Your eyes were full of
certainty. Before he raised the gun, you stepped forward and pressed your lips
to his, giving him a soft kiss goodbye. Tears slipped from his amber eyes,
getting caught in the scars that lined his cheeks. “I love you.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.” he whispered. He held the gun in a shaking hand.
It was over. You were gone.
“AAAAAAHHH!” Kurt sat bolt upright in bed. Scott flicked on the light,
squinting at the brightness.
“Bro, you okay?” he asked. Warren looked over with squinty eyes, and
Peter only rolled over, groaning.
Before he could answer, he was gone in a puff of smoke. Tears, real tears streamed down his cheeks. He
knocked on your door, sobbing. You got up out of bed. Jean turned on the light.
“It’s Kurt.” She told you. You nodded, pulling the door open. As soon as
he saw you, Kurt engulfed you in his arms, holding you tightly. You felt his
tears on your shoulder and pulled him close.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, blue?” your voice was soft, reassuring.
“I had a nightmare…” he confessed quietly. You nodded, pressing a long
kiss to his cheek.
“Come in here,” you told him, pulling him into the room you shared with
the girls. He sat down on your bed beside you, his hand finding its way into
yours. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No…” he shook his head, not wanting to bring the horrible dream back to
surface. “Zombies…and you…” you nodded, understanding what had happened.
“Are you okay?” you asked. The girls watched your interaction with soft
smiles. You were so, so gentle with him. You cared about him so much.
Seeing him like this, so scared and sad, made your heart melt. You just
wanted to make him feel better.
“I zhink so…” he nodded. “Danke, liebling.”
“I love you.” you brushed locks of thick black hair out of his face,
wiping his tears away.
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
“Do you want to stay?” Jubilee asked Kurt. “We don’t mind.” Kurt looked
to the others in the room before nodding.
“Okay. Okay. That’s fine.” You told him, moving the covers so he could
crawl under them. You snuggled into him. His arms held you close as he pressed a
gentle kiss to your forehead. Jean flicked off the light. “Goodnight, Kurt.”
Local legends insists that the house is haunted by a spectre of the woman killed inside many years ago. Others say that it is built on the remains of an old Maori village and the spirits of generations of ancestors visit during the night.
Well I just like exploring and taking photos.. I didn’t see any ghosts, only cows.
The company of the cows added to the Moo-d of the milky way. Haha… I’m bad at this.