KILLPOP | taekook

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no one really knows who was the first to point it out that day.

no one really knows if anyone necessarily did.

it just all happened so fast.

one moment jeon jungkook was standing on top of the roof and the next he was lying on the ground in front of the school, dead upon impact.

"oh my god!"

screams and chaos erupted from all around; people who never gave two fucks about jungkook before were suddenly crowding around his battered body, crying as if they really cared.

"is that jungkook?"

"he jumped from the roof!"

"holy shit."

"let me see!"

"i think i'm gonna be sick."

"who is that?"

"what happened?"

"oh god— is he dead?"

"back away, kids! back away!" a teacher, mr. choi, yelled as he pushed through the frantic crowd to investigate whatever had happened.

he was a good man— taught jungkook biology in ninth grade and always shared knowing glances with the boy whenever his class would get too rowdy. from that year on, jungkook would always give the man a smile and an occasional wave whenever passing by his room on his way to class.

looks like he wouldn't be doing that today, huh?

upon seeing the lifeless form of jungkook, parts of his body bent at odd angles and blood pooling on the ground beneath him, mr. choi pressed a hand to his mouth, eyes widening as he turned towards one of the many other teachers who were trying to keep the students at bay.

"get principal jeon out here right now, and call for an ambulance."

the ambulance was futile— jungkook was most definitely dead already. it shouldn't have taken medical personnel to declare that. it was pretty fucking obvious just looking at him, but people will be people and blindly think they could save him regardless.

principal jeon was rushing out of the building minutes later looking frazzled. his cheeks flushed, hair ruffled in an awkward manner, and his tie half done and crooked.

he was probably busy fucking the secretary like usual.

jeon jung-il was not just the principal of the school; he also held a high place in the school board and was one of the highest contributors (money wise) to the school. he nearly owned the place.

oh, and he was also jungkook's father— that too.

jungkook snorted from where he stood, watching as his father held his lifeless body up to his chest, hugging him close in the way he had stopped doing after jungkook turned four and started preschool.

this was probably all just one big inconvenience for the man, much like everything else that jungkook ever did.

"my boy," jung-il cried making jungkook scoff. he couldn't find it in him to be all that surprised though, of course his father would pretend to care around so many people— and maybe he did actually care to some tiny extent since jungkook was his only son, but that was it.

jungkook could only laugh, even after the ambulance loaded up his body, even after everyone had left and he was left to wander around the school, even after he watched his blood get washed away by a brief rain shower.

was he a little bummed to discover that he couldn't leave the school? maybe a little, but that didn't stop him from fucking with people (especially his father who continued having an affair with the secretary even after his son's death) from time to time.

pulling all his desk drawers open, tossing his papers around, over turning chairs, opening windows, making things fall— he did it all.

and he grew accustomed to being a ghost.

after about a year or so had passed, he was pretty much forgotten about, and two years after that when all the kids who had actually witnessed the incident had graduated, no one knew who he was at all (minus the teachers who had stayed).

the only time he was really mentioned after that was at the stupid suicide prevention meetings his father held every school year after his death where he would talk about his "precious son, jungkookie" and gain sympathy from everyone.

(jungkook shut off the school's power midway through the very first one that was held days after his funeral out of spite.)

but it was never really boring while school was in session, and even when it wasn't jungkook still learned to have fun, though his fun typically gave the janitors hell.

he was content to put it simply— had watched as his father finally stepped down from his role as principal after some odd years, having decided to accept a job offer he got from another school after he and jungkook's mother got divorced.

had watched all the football and baseball and literally every other sports' games, watched as the teams grew for a few years before having to be built back up nearly from scratch again after star players would graduate— hell he'd even crashed prom a few times when it was still held at the school.

he watched as cellphones got popular and the technology and trends around him changed. it was fascinating and almost hard to keep up with, but he managed.

and then one day he heard a group of kids talking about a new guy who'd moved into jungkook's old house and would be attending school soon.

needless to say, jungkook's attention was hooked.

especially when he finally saw the boy— oh god.

ghost koo a go fellas

also, i think it's important to note that ghosts here are like ghosts in ahs, so they appear like normal humans !! instead of like a wispy barely there projection :D

that is all ty <3