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book one ❧ [iv]

In the morning, you sat with your feet dangling over the edge of your bed for an extra few seconds, very calmly contemplating your sanity. You had been spending the majority of your time in this house, talking to nobody else except your mother and Nayoung, who came five days a week for three hours at a time, your only other regular human interaction coming in the form of emails or the occasional phone calls with your co-workers. Was it really so unlikely that your brain was inventing someone new for you to talk to? How could you even determine if he was real or not? Did that even really matter?

With a sigh, you got to your feet and shuffled into your bathroom. Your mom had always been an early riser, something that hadn't changed now, and you had to take care of your own morning routine before she woke up. While the shift in your schedule initially took some getting used to, the daily alone time that you got to devote to your own self-care was something you treasured, and helped you start your day in a good headspace.

Coming out of your bedroom refreshed and in clean clothes, you meandered down the stairs, listening for any signs of life in the rest of the house. If your mom was up, she would at least be moving around her room, if not elsewhere in the house. And then there was the possibility of seeing the ghost again.

Right as you reached the bottom of the stairs, your mom's bedroom door opened, and she poked her head out. You smiled and walked over to her.

"Morning, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie." She took your arm, looking around the hallway.

"You okay?"

"Did he go out?"

You tilted your head, keeping your tone light as you asked, "...He?"

"Hyukjun," she answered. "He usually leaves a note."

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah, he had some errands, said he'll be back soon. You can get on him about forgetting your note when he gets back."

Her features relaxed, and she rubbed your back. "Thanks, Y/N. Don't know what we'd do without you."

There was a knock on the front door then, and you went to go open it up for Nayoung. As she helped your mom with the rest of her morning, you headed towards the kitchen to start on breakfast. A figure was already at the kitchen table, however, his back to you as he sat in the fourth chair that had always been empty for as long as you'd been in the house. Jisung turned around when he heard your footsteps, giving you a small wave.

"Morning," you smiled and nodded, hoping you didn't look too put-off. You weren't sure if you would've been more surprised if he was here or not.

"Good morning." His eyes followed you as you continued into the kitchen. From his seat, he could still see you over the kitchen counter. His hands were folded politely in his lap, and he watched you as you started pulling out ingredients for breakfast.

"So, what do you do all night?" You questioned. "Do you sleep?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I read, or look at the moon, or think."

"I think I'd hate being alone with my thoughts for eternity." You shook your head, bringing down plates from the cabinet.

"It's not so bad." Jisung shrugged. "I wasn't much of a talker before anyway."

"An introvert?"

"Yes." He tilted his head curiously. "You don't normally cook for Nayoung."

You looked down at the plates in your hand and realized that you had grabbed three instead of the normal two. Nayoung always ate breakfast before coming over, so you just had to make food for you and your mom. You'd done this before, accidentally making a serving for Hyukjun out of habit, but you knew that wasn't what happened this time.