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Yoongi jumps when Seokjin enters the room, as silent as ever. Being friends for so long should have made Yoongi used to this, but he really doesn't see how he's supposed to get used to a ghost.
Yoongi has known Seokjin to be a ghost ever since he died. He was nine, Yoongi eight and when Yoongi had heard the news about his best friend dying, he hadn't left his room for three days.
A simple car crash did a lot. A car crash right in front of Seokjin's house was another matter altogether.
Of course, Seokjin hadn't known he died at first. Yoongi didn't know whether to tell him or not. It wasn't until Yoongi turned ten and was taller than Seokjin that the ghost began asking questions. And Yoongi being Yoongi, answered.
Yoongi is now sixteen while his best friend still looks like the nine-year old that he used to play tag with in his backyard as they threw mud and dirt at each other. Maybe it should be a concern that Yoongi's closest friend is dead, but the way he sees it, he's lucky that Seokjin is still with him.
They're best friends, childhood friends if you will, but that hasn't stopped Yoongi from considering the ghost as his brother.
Sometimes he gets weird stares when he mumbles quietly to himself and sometimes people will whisper behind their hands as he passes by them in the school hallways. Yoongi can handle that though.
He can't handle anyone discrediting Seokjin.
"Hey."
Yoongi's gaze snaps to the boy sitting criss-cross applesauce on his floor. He still wears the same clothes he died in, a striped blue and black long sleeve and jeans with rips at the knees from all the times he'd fallen off his scooter. His clothes aren't dirty nor show any sign of a car colliding right into Seokjin either.
Maybe Yoongi should be grateful for that.
"Hey," Yoongi responds, a tiny smile on his lips.
Seokjin rests his elbows on his thighs and cradles his chin in his palms. "What am I?"
Yoongi smiles. "My friend."
Seokjin giggles and shakes his head. "No, silly. I'm a flower! A really pretty one."
"Yeah," Yoongi says, slipping off his bed to kneel in front of the boy. "But you're my friend too."
Seokjin tilts his head for a tiny while, pondering over Yoongi's words. Then a smile breaks out over his impish features.
"You're my friend too, Yoongichi. My best friend."