Min Yoongi had always seen things others couldn’t.
Not ghosts exactly, but... shadows. Flickers in alleyways, whispers in crowded trains, reflections that didn’t match the people casting them. Most days, he ignored them. Pretended it was stress. Lack of sleep. Too much time alone with his thoughts and coffee.
Until he showed up.
It was raining when Yoongi first saw him — tall, dark coat, silver eyes that seemed to glow faintly beneath the streetlight. He was leaning against the wall of the old bookshop Yoongi passed every night, looking like he belonged to a different world entirely.
“You can see them, can’t you?” the guy asked, not moving.
Yoongi froze. “See... what?”
The man tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “The things that hide in plain sight.”
Yoongi should have walked away. Instead, he stepped closer, drawn by something he couldn’t explain — like gravity, or fate. His heart was racing, not just with fear.
"Who are you?" Yoongi asked.
The stranger smiled, and the streetlight flickered. "Someone who’s been waiting for you."