AN:Hi. Actually, I've started this like weeks before but I couldn't finish it. So.. Now that the poster is here too (I may I say I love it xD), I'm updating again xD Sorry if it's crappy though otl.

Merely half an hour later, Jiyong was sitting in Seunghyun's huge bathtub, the water that surrounded him a pinkish color as the dried blood was washed off the boy's pale skin and now clean hair. The blonde laid his head back and closed his eyes, his body slowly relaxing. This whole thing was so weird to him still, the fact that he was free, that Seunghyun had taken him home... It was just... too much. Still, the ghost wouldn't have changed anything. 

It seemed like after such a long time - even if he had no idea how much it had actually been - things were looking up for him. Then again, who knew what else was going to happen. He just couldn't be sure anymore. Glancing at his right leg, he sighed softly. It was twisted in a rather weird angle, probably because it had healed like that when he died, but it didn't look that bad. Maybe it was even just the water playing tricks on his mind, and his leg was completely normal.

Well, as normal as a ghost's leg could be. Still, it was a bit better than what he had expected. If he didn't count the thin, pinkish scars and big blue bruises that would never fade, he looked alright, as if nothing had happened. Of course, even if the blood had been washed away by the water, and the bruises, the scars could be hid easily by clothes or even make-up, the boy would never be able to forget that they existed. Many of their images had been imprinted into his mind...

Jiyong snapped out of his thoughts the moment he heard knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Are you still there?"Seunghyun asked, his voice half amused, half serious. For him too, it was hard to wrap his mind around everything that had happened. He had saved a stunning ghost boy, who was alive yet wasn't and had brought him home. It was a bit too... unreal. Something that wouldn't happen to normal people. Or maybe Seunghyun was just lucky enough to hear this gorgeous desperate pleas. Most would have ran off if they did, yet even then, he felt this pull towards the storage. And now, he felt extremely thankful that he wasn't scared... well, expect for the time when he noticed how bruised and broken the boy was. But even then, the fear he felt wasn't because he thought that the ghost would attack him - well, okay, some part of it was really that, but he would have never admitted it to anyone - but because he was scared for the boy. He was scared that he would just collapse,- as he actually did, right into his arms if he closed his eyes, he could still feel the tiny body pressed against his - or disappear. Somehow, he felt this weird affection, even now as he waited for the petit boy's answer. Hadn't he had manners, he would have just opened the damn door - and not only because he was worried about the boy that was having a bath.

"Of course, where would I be?"Came the rather snarky response as Jiyong splashed around with the not-so-clear water. "I just hadn't had a bath in some time."He added, his voice a little softer as he tried to recall how long it had been when he had last been able to get in the water and clean himself. He couldn't remember, of course, which made him a little angry at himself. He hated how his only memories were of how he died - and even those were quite vague. He couldn't even remember his mother's name! He felt so pathetic...

"But life had changed..."The blonde muttered to himself, taking a deep breath."This is my second chance."He slowly got out of the tub and grabbed the towel Seunghyun had given him before he left him in the bathroom. He wrapped the fluffy clothe around his waist and looked down at his leg, grinning when it seemed pretty much normal. If he squinted, he could see a tiny twist in it, but it wasn't obvious at all. He ran a hand through his wet hair and turned to the pile of clothes that had been laid on the top of the washing machine. They were pretty simple, a pair of shorts and a loose T-shirt that looked a bit too big. 

The ghost didn't care though, just dressed up quickly, giggling as he realized that he looked like a small kid in Seunghyun's clothes, and dried his hair a little, trying to style the mess on the top of his head. His hair itself was better as it was a bit brighter now that it wasn't matted with blood. The only problem was that it was frizzy, and not in the nicest way.

An irritated sigh left his pale pink lips as Jiyong tried to smooth his hair down. He really didn't like how it looked at the moment because of the huge curly strands that seemed to be sticking up unnaturally. "Is this even possible?"He asked himself as he glared at his reflection.

He heard knocking on the door again, and slowly it opened, revealing a slightly disappointed Seunghyun. Well, he wanted to catch Jiyong when he was dressing up or something, but who could blame him? The small ghost was truly beautiful.

The blonde sighed softly, glaring at his frizzy hair once more before turning to smile thankfully at the one that had saved him. He couldn't help but feel extreme gratitude towards him. Suddenly, he felt the urge to show how thankful he was. So he did an innocent gesture that made Seunghyun's heart race. 

Slowly, the blonde stepped to the taller boy and hugged him tightly, burying his head in the other's T-shirt. "Thank you."He whispered, his eyes a little watery."I really don't think I will ever be able to thank you enough.

The other teen was shocked, yet happy as he wrapped his arms around the ghost's tiny waist. He rubbed the boy's back, smiling a little as he held him close. "It's okay, I'm glad I did..."He whispered, planting a soft kiss on smaller boy's temple. He could feel the other's soft breathing slow down slowly and couldn't help but chuckle as he felt the small body go limp in his arms. Jiyong had fallen into a peaceful sleep. "So typical.."He thought, even if he had no idea why. It's not like something like this had happened before...

Or at least that was what he was telling himself. Deep down, he knew that he had been through something like this before. He could feel it.