The song was revolutionary. The music itself was touching and poignant, and the beautiful tune would get stuck in your head easily. But the lyrics were where true quality shone through.

It wasn't often you saw musicians truly connect or interact with their audience. This song was a letter; a confession of love. Not for one person, but for the millions who would eventually fall in love with Kim Taehyung. Seokjin blinked in wonder, trying to take in the last few notes as the melody came to an end.

"How?" was all he could ask, unable to form proper sentences at the minute, as he stood in his charge's living room.

Taehyung simply shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Remember that story about the two guys talking in rhymes?" he asked, waiting for his manager to nod vaguely before continuing. "They were just strangers to me, but they supported each other, played together as their true selves and it made them stronger. It just made me realize... that's what I want my first true song to be about. I want to thank those who support me, and I wanted to tell them I hope they'll accept me for who I am. And I know I'll lose some fans, I have to accept that, but maybe this will give others the strength to be themselves too!"

Seokjin could still say nothing. A soft aura seemed to envelop the young musician, swirling around his head and playing with his hair, before Jin blinked and the phenomenon dispelled itself. He attributed it to the shock and moved on to business.

They discussed strategies and target markets_ all the boring subjects that needed addressing_ before Taehyung pouted tiredly and they called it a day.

"I should get going anyways," Seokjin said as he shrugged on his coat. "You should get to bed, we've got a long day with Hoseok tomorrow and you know how energetic he is."

Taehyung grinned bashfully, before answering.

"I might stay up a little longer, but I'll be okay tomorrow, I swear."

Jin raised a curious eyebrow at Taehyung's expression, but when the young man refused to elaborate on what was so important that it would keep him awake, he let the subject drop.

As soon as he left, Taehyung ran to the door and locked his flat. They had been discussing music whilst sat near his keyboard, and he ran back to it, sitting facing away from the musical tiles. Voice brimming with excitement, he whispered into the emptiness:

"Kookie, are you here?"

And the void answered.

"Huh? I literally just got here! How did you know?"

Taehyung shrugged happily, turning towards the general direction of the voice and grinning his rectangular smile.

"Lucky guess!" he called, and a soft giggle answered him.

"So how was your day?" the disembodied voice asked as it moved closer towards the chair in which Seokjin had sat. Taehyung guessed the younger had sat down by the time Jungkook was babbling cutely again. "Did you finish the song? Did Seokjin like it? Are you going to release it soon? Do you..."

"Kookie!" Taehyung interrupted with a laugh. "You're going too fast, I can only answer one question at a time you know."

Silence answered, and not for the first time, he wondered what expressions were flitting across the elusive ghost's face.

"I did finish the song though, and it'll be released very soon but... did you want to hear it now?"

This time, Tae could hear the expression in Jungkook's words, and Gods knew how much he wanted to see the real thing.

"You know I won't remember it in the morning," the voice uttered, a pout prominent in every single syllable, causing Taehyung to bite his lower lip. "We've tried it before and it didn't work; all I can remember is your nickname when I wake up."

"Well you could listen to it anyways, and tell me what you think?"

The sentence turned into a question midsentence as the musician ran a nervous hand through his hair. From Seokjin's chair came the adorable sounds of what Taehyung assumed to be a nod and an affirmative hum. So he spun on his stool and pressed his fingertips against the piano's black and white keys.

***

The next morning, Jungkook awoke with stars in his eyes, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Lively sparks danced in his toes and he jumped out of bed, running to the mirror on his wall. There, he ruffled his bed hair, winked outrageously at his reflection, and rushed to get ready.

He skipped his way to work, like a child gazing innocently at the world and only seeing beauty. No melody was left over from his overnight meeting with the elusive V, but the feeling was still there. He felt warm, and impossibly proud.

Across the city the feeling was echoed in a parked car, where a small pixie was braiding a man's soft hair with luck flowers. Seokjin was deep in thought, stria of notes waltzing in his head as he recalled Taehyung playing for him last night. The song was going to propel him to the top of the charts, Jin was certain of it.

The back door finally slid open, and in stepped his new charge and pride, mask on and hat pulled down low over his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a pap following me through the car park last night, hyung," Tae sighed as he took off his gear and ruffled his hair tiredly.

"And it's sure to get worse from here on out, what with the movie promotions being launched next month," Jin frowned worriedly. "Especially if we release your new album as soon as you've requested. It might be time for you to move to a more secure complex."

"You really think so?"

Jin glanced up at the rear view mirror and nodded.

Taehyung shrugged and muttered an agreement, he wasn't too attached to his current flat anyways. He put his earphones on and stared out the window as they drove off, losing himself in the scenery, a small smile dancing on his lips. An elusive ghost boy danced in his minds eye, following the car alike a fairy, knocking cheekily on the window before swirling in and out of sight, playing around the vehicle like dolphins with a ship.

Seokjin glanced back at him a few times, curious about the look on his face, but silent.

***

He opened his eyes to wind and stars. Below him, a river wound it's way peacefully, slowly, unaware of the cars and people bustling around it. He looked around in confusion, and grinned wide, his heart filling with unadulterated joy. V was stood on the bridge, gazing softly at the peaceful waters below, as if he could hear its silent words, whispering up at him about the universe and its people. The man slowly smiled to himself, his head tilting down to stare at his clasped hands, before he spun towards him and practically looked him dead in the eye.

Jungkook took a deep breath and found he couldn't remember how to exhale.

"You're here!" Taehyung said, and his voice was far too soft, far too content and calm for Jungkook to process it without blushing furiously.

"Yeah... you knew quickly this time," he answered carefully, never more glad that the other couldn't see him as he moved shyly from one foot to the other, his cheeks a dark pink.

Tae hummed to himself, a small smirk on his face as if he had a secret he wouldn't share.

"What?" Jungkook asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "What's that sneaky smile for?"

"Nothing!" Taehyung chuckled back, before walking off, his hands slipping into his pockets.

Jungkook stared at the man's back fondly, trying to remember exactly when he had learnt all of the man's expressions, his tics, his posture, the pace at which he walked, how beautiful his smile could be.

"Hey! Don't leave without me!"

He ran after him, and for the next ten minutes Taehyung evaded his every movement, turning at the last second and Jungkook ran after him still, giggling continuously, unable to contain the bunny grin stretching across his face.

Eventually, as they were running along the grassy banks of the river, laughing freely, they collapsed and lay side by side. Taehyung closed his eyes, a serene look on his face.

"What are you thinking of?" Jungkook whispered after a while.

"Mmm... how pretty you must be," he answered with the smallest of smirks, and Jungkook spluttered.

He denied it immediately, ranting about how he couldn't possibly know what he looked like just from his voice, about how he wasn't popular at all, how he was pretty common in fact. But the elder interrupted him, his eyes still closed and his soft hair falling over his delicate features.

"I can tell by your giggle," he murmured, and this time Jungkook fell silent, blushing furiously.

And Taehyung turned his head as slowly as the river made it's way down stream. Galaxies swirled in his eyes as he opened them and gazed directly into Jungkook's soul. He could never get over those eyes, how beautiful they were, how they always seemed to gleam with colour and life.

"How do you do that?" the ghost said, so quietly that the wind stopped moving so it could listen in on the soft conversation.

"Do what?"

"You look into my eyes... how do you do it? I'm... invisible."

Taehyung blinked, smiled, then turned his head back towards the twinkling sky overhead.

"I can feel your breath on my face," he chuckled, and it raised goosebumps on Jungkook's skin.

They lay there peacefully, whispering about the world, about people and stars, about nothing important, until the Dreamscape started lifting Jungkook away once more. He sighed, and Tae seemed to sense it immediately, his lips pulling downwards in a small frown.

"Is it time?" he asked, and his voice wavered so slightly that Jungkook thought he might have imagined it.

"Yeah..."

He was floating a foot from the ground now, and V sat up to peer impossibly once more into his eyes.

"Hey Kookie?"

"Yeah?" he breathed out.

"Do you think we'll ever meet? In real life I mean..."

Jungkook knew he couldn't be seen, but his face lit up so brilliantly he was sure Taehyung could sense it. His answer was filled with promise and certainty.

"Of course we will, V."