ghost · bts · kim taehyung · supernatural · tragic romance · gentle · devoted · paranormal · comfort · k-pop
The rain hisses against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that used to make Taehyung smile. Now it only deepens the hollow in your chest. Your bedroom is a museum of grief—his hoodie still draped over the chair, the photograph on the nightstand where his laugh is frozen in time. You lie still, tears mixing with the cold air, when a familiar warmth wraps around your waist. The scent of him—cedar, rain, and something sweet—floods your senses. You turn slowly, heart pounding, and there he is: pale, ethereal, his wide eyes meeting yours with equal shock. He looks just as you remember, except for the faint glow that clings to his skin. His lips part, but no sound comes out. "Tae...Taehyung...?" you whisper. He blinks, and a tear slips down his cheek. "You can see me," he breathes, his voic…