6: She's Gone.

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Y/N POV (IN HER COMA)

i could hear voices. it was really light in my dream and i saw a young male, he seems like an angel. Am i in heaven? i decide to walk up on him slightly putting my hand on his shoulder as i tap on it. ''h-hello, where am i?'' i ask politely as he turns around. he smiles brightly at me and says '

'let me tell you a story, there once was a young girl. nobody knew her name, she never fit inside the cool kids. And everyone thought she was weird, she had one freind but the freind was fake. And she never noticed not until recent events, but anyway. The girl tried to commit suicide, and is now here at the same time as you. But the girl is too young to leave the world yet, so we are sending her back as soon as this story ends.'' he inhales deeply before continuing, '''but theres one rule, if we sent her back.'' i curiously interupt him with a, ''W-what is it?'' as he replies with a 

''She can't be herself and well be registered death, she can't talk to her old freinds. Or else she will die''.

i gasp as i wanted to say something before everything turns white, no no no i dont want this i cry out. but before i know it i awake, where am i? this isnt a hospital i say as i look around me as im sitting on stairs outside of an apartment, im asuming thats 'mine' then. i walk inside and close the door, i run around looking for the bathroom. as i do so i see a tattoo on my pulse with a big barcode on it, im asuming thats what the man meant. i look into the mirror and look at my new body,

 i look into the mirror and look at my new body,

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i dont look bad, at all. i get up and hear a faint knock on the door, i walk back over to the front door and open it looking at a girl that looks about my age

 i get up and hear a faint knock on the door, i walk back over to the front door and open it looking at a girl that looks about my age

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''Hello, im Park Min. your neighbour''. she says while stuttering i smile widely at her and give her a ''Im-'' i grab out the phone from my back pocket and try to find a name, i found it in her contacts as i say ''I'm Young Jae''. i put out my hand for her to grab but instead she hugs me and walks into my apartment, walking over to the fridge and grabbing 2 bottles of soju. opening them and handling the other one to me we flop down on the couch. as we start talking Min is actually really nice, she's 21. im a year younger than her and it took her a half a hour for me to start calling her unnie. eventually we went outside and she took me to a house, that looks really familiar she knocks on the door and a young male opens it. ''Hello bro'' she says and before he responds she pulls me in and i see soju bottles and beer bottles everywhere. im not gonna lie he looks like a spoiled jock compared to Min, we flop down on the couch as i felt a key under my leg i grab it and put it in my jeans. the dude that let us in seems quite down, i tell Min ill be right back and she starts texting. i get off the couch and walk over to the dude, i look at him, i can see he has been crying for a long time so i hug him, and i wanted to tell him everything will be alright but i couldnt. until i hear Min say ''whens the funeral for her, JIMIN?'' the boy with the familair name responds to her with a ''tommorow.'' he hasnt taken his eyes off of me this whole time. he walks over to his sister and i hear him ask who i am, she responds with ''Jae''. and i giggle, Min showed zero interest into her brother while texting. its funny, Jimin walks back up to me and says. ''it seems you cant talk to me, cat got ur tongue?'' i outhale really loudly as i grab my phone and bring it to the contact screen i push it in his hands and he gets the drill. he starts putting him in my contacts. i send him a text message saying. 

Jae : ''I can't talk to you directly, i dont know why'' 

 ''so i guess cat did get ur tongue'' : Jimin Park

Jae : ''Very charming, it makes you look like a prince''

 ''prince??... its been a while since i heard that nickname now.'' : Jimin Park

Jae : ''im just going to go talk to your sister know before i feel like throwing up''

''thats quite rude, not gonna lie. welp have fun cutie'' : Jimin Park

Y/N POV

i walk back over to Min and tell her i want to leave, and go back to my apartment since im tired. after all its like 4 am, she understands and i walk over to the front door opening it and then i walk out closing the door behind me as i sigh. this neighbourhood looks far too familiar, its giving me deja vu. i slowly walk back to the apartment block, i was thinking too myself. why cant i talk to the male named Jimin? maybe he was one of my old freinds, or maybe im just too shy. but talking to him face to face doesnt feel right, i already have a really bad feeling about this. atleast i have Min now, ill ask her for advice later. or maybe not, i open my apartment door and close it behind me i change into my pj's and look for the bedroom i get onto the bed and i look at the ceiling waiting till i doze off. as not even a few minutes later im in a deep sleep, i dream about this really weird event. Jimin was there and this weird familiar girl, she looks alot like ||Y-Y-Y-|| a classmate? maybe a old freind. i dont know anymore its giving me a headache as i see them kiss and walk away to get drinks, then it brings me to Jimins house, i see jimin flirting with the girl calling her princess. they are definitly in love, but something about the girl seems odd her face seems to be blurred out. Like i know her, but i cant remember her. i cant put my finger on it, but whatever is going on. i will figure it out, and ill help Jimin get through this. Even if i-.....


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