Something’s wrong. Or maybe it’s not a bad thing. I don’t know. I keep feeling something. It’s just for a split second, but it’s there. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what to make of it. When I’m with him. I can’t explain it. It’s like warmth. I don’t know.

Minho moves, catching Key’s attention.

Minho picks up his head, “writing?” Kibum nods diffidently.

I feel like my ghost knows what’s happening to me. He’s just playing dumb. I can sense it in his tone. I can sense it in the way he acts after I notice.

Minho sits up, scratching his head, “are you writing down your dream?”

Kibum puts down his book, “no, I can remember it just fine.”

Minho’s eyebrows raise, “that’s good.” Key twirls the pen in his hand, do you know something I don’t? Kibum pouts, why can’t I just ask him? Maybe I just don’t want the answer. “Hey,” Minho calls. Key gives him his attention, “are you all right?”

Kibum gets up, “yeah, I’m fine. Coffee?”

Minho gasps, delighted, “I can drink your coffee?” Key laughs embarrassed by the memories of their first encounters.

He walks away, “yes, I will allow you to drink my good coffee.” Minho sits at the kitchen counter to watch Kibum brew his coffee. He watches Key movement carefully. Kibum sits down when he’s finished prepping the machine. He clears his throat, “how old are you?”

Minho slinks onto the counter, “how old do you think I am?”

Kibum looks him over, “a thousand!”

Minho frowns, touching his owns face in sections, “do I look that old? I really let myself go.”

Key laughs, “You don’t look old, but I don’t know! Aren’t ghosts supposed to be old?”

Minho rubs one of his eyes while yawning, “You tell me. You seem to be the one coming up with all these ideas about me.”

“Were you a bad person?” Kibum whispers.

Minho perks up, “What do you mean?”

Beep! Key breaks away from the poltergeist to pour the coffee. Minho beams at the coffee, reaching out towards it with opening and closing hands. Kibum watches him stir his coffee contently.

“I mean … I can’t feel you. No one can feel you, but you can feel? You seem really sad. Like you’ve dealt with this for a long time already,” Key explains. “Are you being punished for something?” Key asks cautiously. He watches the air around Minho darken.

The demon looks up at Kibum, “maybe I am.”

I'm not sick anymore lovlies! :D I mean I'm still kind of sick, but the worst is behind me xD Wow moveslikeshinee those are some really good theories. I don't want to sound mean, but I'm glad you're confused >.< I'm not really sure X3 Any? I just need some female characters. I would really appreciate you helping me out :D I've decided to start finishing the story so I can work on the epi-epilogue for my other story and the new story I'm making. The next few chapters should be moving a lot more faster.