Yul opened the door to his house, pulling his black Dre Beats off his head. He got home surprisingly early in a way that the sun was still up.
He was dressed in pure black, his brown hair tied neatly to the back - his curls were getting out of control.
His expression was bitter, having been invited to the funeral of someone he had never really talked to nor had the chance to get to know. He was so oblivious to the dead person’s identity that he could barely remember her name.
Not even wasting any time in changing clothes, he promenaded to his Vaio laptop sitting in the middle of the living room, surrounded by books and pizza boxes.
Just like his curls, the messes in his house were getting out of hand. He lived quite an isolated life. It was way different from kids his age. He lived alone, away from his business driven family. He followed his older sister's footsteps and talked his parents into letting him live alone – they never really had time for him anyway. Yul's parents’ words were nothing against his. Although they were the parents, Yul took control. His parents, being the spoilers they were, instantly submitted to his request and granted him a furnished single's loft in a luxury apartment complex.
He sat on the floor and set the notebook on his lap, opening it and continuing his game.
"Your house needs to go through major cleaning."
Yul jumped up, causing his laptop to fall on the floor. He turned around to see a familiar girl wearing an oversized white sweater and black skinny jeans. He widened his eyes and nearly screamed, "Who are you?"
The girl walked up to him, making him step back. "You're hella rich. I recommend hiring room service," she ran her index finger through the leather couch's armrest, brushing some dust off it.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Yul glared at the girl. She was decent looking. She had pale skin, black wavy hair that fell a little bit past her shoulders, doe eyes, full, pink lips, and a slightly wide jaw. She was short and thin, but looked quite healthy nonetheless.
"Who am I?" the girl looked up at Yul, making the latter notice how short she was, "What am I doing here?"
"You know what?" Yul motioned to grab her by the arm, but pulled back. He felt as if she would fall apart with one touch. So, instead, he merely poked her shoulder. "I don't even have time to listen to you, creep. Get out!"
The girl simply brushed Yul's hand away and grinned. "I can't."
Yul shot her a glare, but it didn’t seem to do anything for him.
She smugly went towards the window, "I tried going out through here since your door was locked."
"Oh please," Yul rolled his eyes and stepped beside her. "Just go out now. I’m sure your parents are worried sick about you."
"I'm telling you, I can't," she ran her hand through the window but her arm merely came across it, as if she was wind. "And no," she smirked, "They're mourning."
Yul widened his eyes and stumbled backwards, pointing his index finger at the girl and shaking. He wanted to speak and scream but it felt as if something was caught in his throat.
The girl merely laughed at Yul's clumsiness. She stretched her arm to Yul's direction. "I'm Heather," she introduced herself with a happy smile.
"Get," Yul stammered as he swatted the girl’s arm away. To his surprise, she didn’t fall apart. "Get out!"
Heather rolled her eyes and walked towards the door, "I don't like self-inflicted pain." She intentionally hit the door with her body.
"Open it!" Yul yelled at her, disbelief and annoyance painted all over his face.
"Dumbass!" Heather stuck her tongue out. "I'm a ghost. I'm stuck here."
"I was able to hold you," Yul regained his sanity realizing this. He stood up, holding on to the window frame for support and smirked, "Explain that."
Heather widened her eyes, Yul was right. There was a moment of silence between them until she thought of what to say, "You know what? I don't even know what I am."
"Just get out," Yul sighed exasperatedly. He motioned towards the door and opened it.
Heather pouted at him, shaking her head. She attempted to walk out the house but she, instead, hit her head on some kind of invisible solid that was keeping her from going through.
Yul rolled his eyes, thinking it was the creep's excuse to stay in his house. Maybe the girl’s a beggar, he thought. He held Heather from behind and pushed her out, but there was some kind of invisible wall keeping her from getting through. He even stepped out and tried to pull her by the arm, but only her hand was able to cross the invisible wall. He could've sworn he heard his neighbor say “weirdo.”
Heather could only roll her eyes at how unexpectedly stupid Yul was.
He sighed and stepped back into his house, closing the door. He looked at Heather for a few seconds.
Yul’s back was sent crashing to the door when realization dawned upon him. "You," he widened his eyes, his voice shaking, "You're that… g-girl… f-from earlier!"
"Earlier where?" Heather put her arms behind her back and stared at Yul with an amused expression.
"Earlier in the funeral!" he yelled at Heather, keeping distance from her.
"Who's funeral?" Heather walked up to him, causing the latter to scoot away and cover his head with his hands.
Yul widened his eyes, fright evident on his face. “Y-your funeral,” he said before passing out.
