Doomed for decades now to haunt himself into every passing year, Jaewoo wandered about the streets like he usually did. Typically he would find a human to follow around for the day to give him a little purpose in his afterlife now. Of course, his purpose was to become at peace but it was a bit.. perplexing on how to accomplish such a feat when the cause of his death was by his own unthoughtful hands after the murder of his once beloved, now forsaken.

Although he dreaded anything to come of his afterlife, he still wandered, thinking up all the reactions he could possibly have seeing her face for the first time in.. 20 years, had it been?

The alluring aura of a brothel he floated past had something.. deeper to it that had Jaewoo brushing lightly past the doors with ease and sinking into the pit of despair that some would refer to as a "basement", which was more or less a fuck dungeon. And there was a particular fallen angel that had caught the ghost's eye that made him stick around for longer than just a day. Perhaps he was getting off on the sadness and pain he could tell this angel wore inside and out, but at least he had a lot of emotion. Jaewoo... Jaewoo missed feeling.

By the third day, he found himself laying by the beauty during either his naps or at night, graced by just how soft he really could be. This is the first time in quite some time he wasn't running on empty in the emotion department, and the fucker wanted to milk this for all he could. Plus.. what was the harm if the little angel couldn't see him?

Maybe he had gone too far by the seventh day. He found his hand reaching out cautiously and planting atop the hip of the smaller boy, met with a chilled and startled reaction. Jaewoo panicked, eyes widening as he redacted his arm and froze in place, stricken with the memory of Valencia having a similar reaction when he got the courage to touch her under the belt one night before they had properly experimented.

Now the question remained: could this boy see him? What he thought maybe a heartbeat felt like thudded in his mind as he floated away, staying visible just in case, but escaping anyway like a coward. Maybe.. maybe he wanted to be caught. Craving more and more suddenly as he had gotten this far, he finally spoke aloud for what must have been an eternity. ".. Hey," was all that left his parted lips, eyes fixated on this poor defenseless baby.