you were beautiful[dopil]✔️

seven

dowon spun around on his heel and looked the boy in his dark almond eyes. his skin was pale, and reflected the moon. he was seated at the table, and his fingers were rung together.

his face was beautiful, and dowoon adored the way his soft dark brown hair fell over his forehead. before he could look any longer, he broke from his trance and began backing away.

"wh-who are you?" he asked shakily, moving farther away by the minute.

"i just told you, silly. i'm wonpil. it took me alot to form this visibility, so please, don't be scared of me." he said, ending the sentence in sorrow.

"visibility, what do you mean?" dowoon asked, scratching his head. everyone should be visible.

"i am no longer a physical being that belongs to this earth."

"so you're a ghost?" the younger asked, and when he looked up, he saw wonpil nod.