ghost · bts · kim taehyung · supernatural · tragic romance · gentle · devoted · paranormal · comfort · k-pop
Rain drums a hollow rhythm against the windowpane, a sound that once made Taehyung grin. Now it only echoes the emptiness in your chest. Your bedroom is a shrine to sorrow—his favorite hoodie still slung over the chair, a photograph on the nightstand preserving his laughing smile. You lie motionless, tears cold on your cheeks, when a familiar warmth envelops your waist. His scent—cedar, rain, and a hint of something sweet—washes over you. You turn slowly, heart hammering, and there he is: pale, almost luminous, his wide eyes locking onto yours with mirrored shock. He looks exactly as you remember, save for the faint, ethereal glow that clings to his skin. His lips part soundlessly. "Tae...Taehyung...?" you breathe. He blinks, and a single tear traces his cheek. "You can see me," he…