• NCT • Casper, My ghost boy • Jung Jaehyun•

☆Chapter one☆

Dedicated to CrackYeol (I couldn't sleep hehe)
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Lia, wake up.

No, what good would it do me— you'll just get in my way. Stupid as stupid could be, I'm not interested.

Please, Lia. Help me, help me relieve my grudge.

They all say it like it's easy, why do they bother, I'm not going to help— these ghosts, they had never done anything to help me, so why should I?

I beg. Wake up.

Just a few more minutes, Lia. After that, they'll go— you can get ready and spend this day, another dull day, letting your life pass by.

Suddenly that cranky old voice stopped, and boy was I glad it did— at this moment I couldn't have asked for anything more.

I opened my eyes, only to be welcomed by the blazing sunlight, dripping in from the small opening between my two curtains— lovely.

"If only my life were as bright as this sunlight." I muttered under my breath as I stretched my arms out, yawning in the process.

My eyes wondered around my dull bedroom, there was nothing over-the-top, no posters, no albums or merchandise, I had no need for it.

All I had were my clothes, books, and art equipment— and maybe a few odd pictures of me and my parents from when I was younger, from when they were alive.

Not that they had any great meaning, I just, I missed them- it would be hard not to.

As I usually did in my morning routine, I pulled the covers off and got out of my bed— not bothering to rearrange my covers.

I lazily walked toward my wardrobe and opened it, reaching for the hanger with my uniform- until "Please, don't ignore me. I need help." the hand of a woman latched onto my arm.

Sighing heavily, I turned my head to glare at the ghost, her face stood still in shock, as I placed my free hand over hers and begun to squeeze it as hard as possible.

"Ow ow ow! That hurts! Let go!" She winched using her free hand to slap mine, "I. Don't. Help. Ghosts." I said emphasising every word.

I had never seen fear on a ghost face, not that I was confused if she was human or not— her appearance explained it all.

Black wire-like hair, bloodied eyes, one looking in a different direction to the one that was facing me, a misshaped nose, bent in bloody and rotting teeth and scratch marks across her arms and face.

Disgusting.

I let go of her hand and took a step back, "You're a ghost, deal with it. You won't live again— so don't pester me." I said in a stern and fearful voice.

"Leave." I muttered under my breath.

"You're not worthy of that void vision, give it to someone better than you." The ghost snarled back, holding her arm in pain.

"I SAID LEAVE!" I screamed, not giving a damn about what the neighbours would think, not like they would understand.

The ghost popped out of my cupboard and teleported next to me, before bowing and disappearing from my sight, hopefully forever.

I didn't usually have to raise my voice, no.

Ghosts were always stubborn, but I had never had to scream like that— just from that one, disgusting ghost, I knew today wouldn't go well.