I woke up scared again. I was cold, but I was sweating like crazy. I’m not sleeping in the tub again. I still can’t remember what I dreamt about. I wish there was a way I could find out. I thought about reading my books, but I get uncomfortable in the silence. I need a loud activity something to distract me. My house has way too many open spaces. The open space makes me even more uncomfortable. Maybe that’s why the tub was so great.

Something taps Kibum’s face, then rolls off. He’s hit again making his body wake up and react. His movement is loud as he displaces the debris around him. He is surrounded by the smell of chips. He feels something tap his face again. He groans while swatting the air above his face. He peels open one eyelid.

The apparition pauses holding a chip in mid-toss, “morning.”

Key closes his eye again, “please stop throwing chips at me.”

The phantom pops the chips into his mouth, “can I ask you something.”

Kibum takes a deep breath, “go for it.”

The spook shoves his hand loudly into the bag of chips, “why did you try touching me yesterday?”

“I was trying to see if you were something I just made up or if you were really a ghost,” Key explains.

Minho twirls a chip in between his fingers, “don’t … aren’t both those things you can’t touch?”

Kibum opens his eyes, “… yes.”

Minho slides off of the coffee table, laughing the whole way down, “idiot, what were you going to prove?” Minho stops laughing and continues to rifle through the bag of chips, “maybe you were trying to prove something else.”

Key turns to Minho, chips rustle around him, “like what?”

Minho pulls out another chip, “you tell me.”

Kibum reaches above his head and tosses one of the loose chips into his mouth, “these chips are disgusting.”

Minho his fingers, “I know, I can’t stop eating them.” Key sits up.

He snatches the bag away from Minho, “you have a problem.”

Minho his lips, “it’s those chips that have the problem. Why would you get chips like that?”

Kibum looks at the bag, “this is the first time I’ve seen them. This is probably one of the ‘new things’ Jonghyun bought for me to try out.”

Minho crosses his legs in front of himself, “I see. He’s pure evil, buying addictive, disgusting chips.” Kibum laughs while shutting the bag. Minho peers under the coffee table, he notices the pile of books. He grabs one of the books, “are you still storing books around the house to throw at me?” Key shakes his head.

He places the bag aside, “no, those are for reading. I just got them so I haven’t shelved them yet. I’m not even sure what book to start with.”

Minho looks at all of the books, “that’s a lot of foreign books. They must be good if they’ve been translated. Just start with any book. You’re going to read them all, right?”

Kibum slides off of the couch, “yeah that’s true.” Key reaches out and grabs Minho’s hand, making him flinch. “Can I ask you something?” Kibum asks.

“More ghost questions,” Minho frowns.

“No,” Key lets his fingers run down the spirit’s hand. He tries to think of what it feels like, how close the copy’s skin is to the real Minho. Kibum reaches the tips of his fingers, “I wanted to ask about your sudden change in habits. When you first popped up, you were always getting close to me. Why is it now that I try to touch you, you’re suddenly afraid of me? Why were you so eager to get close before?”

Minho pulls his hand away, “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Key plops both of his arms onto the top of the coffee table, “what changed?”

Minho leans against the table, “I came to my senses.”

Kibum grips the other end of the table with the tips of his finger, “why do you sound so sad when you say that?”

Minho runs the backside of his fingers down his cheek, “it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with. Knowing you can’t be felt. To be able to feel, but receive no response from the other person…”

Key lets go of the edge, “it must be frustrating.”

Minho’s fingers rest at the bottom of his jawline, “it can be. I thought I would’ve gotten used to it by now.”

Kibum smacks his chin onto the table, “would it be wrong of me to ask a ghost question now?”

Minho chuckles while pulling his hand away from his jaw, “just ask.”

Key puckers, “do ghosts sleep?”

Minho sits back, reclining on both of his arms, “I try to.” He stretches out his legs and tucks them under the table, “have you been sleeping?”

Kibum turns to him, “yeah of course.”

Minho shakes his head, “don’t lie to me Key. I know you haven’t been sleeping. You’re never in your room when I come by. I find you in weird places.”

Kibum rubs his teeth against the inside of his lips nervously, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The poltergeist glowers, “don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Key curls up, feeling his embarrassment increasing, “I’ve … been having bad dreams.”

The visitant shifts, “do you remember what happens?”

Kibum nestles his head into his knees, “no, I just wake up anxious.”

The wraith stares at Key, “I see.” 

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