LIMBO ✈ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒
ೃ⁀➷ explain.

"You read it, didn't you?"

A familiar figure asked and Minho just felt a huge relief to see them.

"...Explain."

Jisung slowly stood up and stared at him for a while. "Come with me." He said and started walking to the close park. It was still pretty early, so it was empty.

It was awkward. No one said a word and Jisung kept kicking the rocks on the road.
"...so" Minho started the conversation.
"So?" Jisung asked.
"So? You're not gonna say anything?" Minho asked and Jisung remained quiet, probably thinking how to respond.
"What do you want me to say? You read everything. There's nothing to explain." He said while looking down. You could see it wasn't that easy for him to talk about it either.

"There's nothing to explain? Are you serious? Then let me start, who the hell are you, how the hell do I see you,  how are you still there and-"
"Shush, it's not that deep. I'm just a ghost after all." Jisung shushed him. Minho was visibly confused and it made him pretty frustrated.

"...A what?" Minho asked but Jisung didn't say anything. Minho was slowly loosing his patience, this situation was frustrating him more and more and he absolutely didn't know what to do.

Minho stopped Jisung from walking by standing in front of him and his frustration escaped a little.
"Hey, listen. I don't know if that's normal for you, but for me, meeting someone who is dead according to internet and the news is DEFINITELY not normal. I want explanations. WHY, are you here?"

Minho said with a slight angry tone in his voice and Jisung just looked at him, waiting for him to finish talking.

"You looked horibble." He said. That confused Minho even more.
"What do you mean by that?" Minho asked and Jisung sighed.

"No friends. No social life. No happiness in your life. No motivation. I used to be like that as well, you know. And look how I ended up. Hanging from the balcony. That's definitely something no one wants to experience. No one deserves that. And I was dumb for doing that. That's what I was thinking about past few months. But then I met someone who was exactly the same as me, the exact life style, someone who managed to see me. But it was hard to watch them.

...If not me, who else would help you, Minho?"

Jisung went silent again and Minho was too stunned to speak, he was trying to process everything. What had just happened?

"Why did you leave me?" Minho asked. It was the only thing he managed to ask. His vision went kinda blurry from the forming tears in his eyes. Minho was never the type of person to cry because of little things, but the frustration really got him this time.
"When did I leave you?" Jisung asked.

"Now. I searched for you everywhere. Where were you?"

"You got friends. They looked really fun and they're not a bad guys. You got better as well and that was my goal. You don't need me anymore." Jisung said and looked down.

"I just heard you were searching for me. So I came to see you, but then I saw that you found out."

...

"I came to say goodbye."

Minho didn't know what to say. 'Goodbye' is the last thing he would like to hear from him.
"But-"
"I'm sorry."

Minho suddenly wrapped his arms around Jisung and hugged him tight.
"You're not going anywhere." He said as some of the tears escaped his eyes.
Jisung just stood there, letting Minho to do anything he wants.
"I have to. There are plenty of other people as well. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't help. It's the minimum I can do for them.

Minho didn't want to hear it. He just hoped that this is all a dream.
"Don't go." Minho mumbled and his voice broke a little. "...Are you crying?" Jisung asked as he gently put his arm on Minho's back. Minho hummed a little "no", but Jisung just laughed it off and hugged him back.

They stayed like this for a while. After some time, Jisung patted Minho's back and tried to pull away.
"Okay, that was enough, remember other people can't see me. They'll think you're a fool." He said but Minho just didn't let go.
"They can think whatever they want. I'm not letting go of you."

"Who would only think I'll get so much affection after I die." Jisung said and laughed, Minho laughed a little as well and then slowly pulled away.

"I really don't want you to leave..." Minho said and Jisung gave him a small smile.
"Me neither. But it's not like I have a choice." He said and Minho just burried his head into Jisung's shoulder again.

"You're being extra clingy today." Jisung said and ruffled Minho's hair.
"I'm not gonna see you anymore, are you even surprised?" He said and Jisung chuckled.

"Lee Minho, why only am I dead and you're alive."

"It's called right people, wrong time trope in real life, Han Jisung."

ೃ⁀➷

Good old days, I miss him.
I'm 25 now, I graduated college, I'm working now — working as a singer, who would only thought I would like to make music one day. My songs are mostly totally silly or sad that you would like to sob, but that's just how I am.
I got more friends, my family got bigger as my cousins had children and I have a lot people around me. I still find 3rd of December trend kind of cringe, but that's just probably because i'm still single. Ahem, moving on.

It's been a few years since Jisung left. I miss him, but it's better than it was. Back in the high school, I used to cry a lot because of it, he was my best friend after all. I always hated him for forcing me to teach him science, but after some time I wanted it back so bad.
I still have a little scar on my hand from the glass incident with Jisung, but I'm actually happy it's still there. It reminds me of him and how he took care of me. Gosh he was the best.

To be honest, I don't think I was supposed to see him after he left. But sometimes when I'm feeling bad, sad or mad I just see him with the corner of my eye. I know he's checking up on me, but everytime i turn around he's already somewhere else. Just ghost things probably.

Throughout the years, I hated a lot of things. I hated mornings and waking up, I hated food from my school's canteen I hated people who disliked my cats - but the thing I hated the most was a question "Who was your high school crush?"
How am I supposed to explain he was a ghost?

ೃ⁀➷ end of the book