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december 13, 2023, 4:53pm.
"hello?"
just as he got back from school, jungwon heard a noise coming from the kitchen, but neither of his parents' cars were parked outside. this time it didn't sound like something the wind moved, it was like someone had broken into his house.
he carefully closed the door behind him, quietly tiptoeing his way into the kitchen, immediately being shocked by the sight in front of him. "oh hey, do you have marshmallows in here?"
it was a boy. a tall, bleach haired boy he had never seen before. he didn't even look korean, so why was he in jungwon's house? or more importantly, why was he acting so naturally if they had never met?
"how'd you get in my house?"
"what are you talking about won, i've been living here for months" the boy smiled, watching jungwon's skin tone slowly match the snow outside. "oh, i'm dead by the way" he giggled, "you asked me to close the window so much i thought you could see me"
"... oh shit"
those were the last words jungwon heard before passing out on the kitchen floor. there was a dead kid in his house, a literal ghost had been invading his home for months and he never had a clue.
but ghosts aren't real... right?
7:13pm.
jungwon's is eyes fluttered open, the light from the kitchen chandeliers practically slapping his face as he looked around nervously. "mom? are you back from work?"
"awh, i thought you were dead" the boy frowned watching jungwon clumsily get up on his feet. "how was your nap?"
great, he was still imagining things, or so he thought.
jungwon blinked a few times then rubbed his eyes, a useless attempt to make the boy go away. he hadn't gone insane, at least not yet, because this was very real.
"who are you?"
"i'm your ghost buddy" he smiled.
oh boy.
"is this some kind of joke? get out of my house!" he exclaimed, swinging his arm at the boy only to make himself plummet to the ground again.
the pair stared at each other, puzzled looks covering both their faces as they processed what had just happened. "did you not hear the part where i said i'm a ghost?"
jungwon sighed, "you're a ghost?"
"yeah, that's what i've been trying to tell you for hours now"
"oh my god" he spoke, a humorless laugh escaping his lips, "so, did you use to live here or something?"
"oh no i'm from japan, i just followed you here back in march after i saw you at the park nearby"
this was just great. the spirit of a japanese kid had to haunt yang jungwon out of all people.
"what's a japanese guy doing all the way in korea anyway?"
suddenly the ambiance turned heavy, and a lost expression was now present on the phantom's face as he answered.
