"What in the world-" my eyes widened seeing the same Korean-speaking man in the field before.
"Please don't panic!" he pleaded, stepping towards me with both his arms raised in the air.
"What am I supposed to do then? Give you tea and welcome you?!"...
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"Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life."
– Merle Shain
"So, you've two younger sisters?" he asked me as we were walking side by side through the morning glory filled green field.
Even after I got ready and went down to eat my breakfast I hadn't seen him. I'd searched for him on the way. I doubted whether he had gone into one of my sister's rooms. But guess not, he was standing in the middle of my courtyard, admiring my mom's garden. He only appeared before me when I was eating my breakfast. He just roamed around the kitchen looking at the dish and eyeing it deliciously yet sadly, realizing he can't eat. I'd already figured that out. He was slightly excited looking around and all. But when Liya came inside, late as usual, I saw him staring at her. He even stood beside where she was eating, watching her carefully. I shot him a glare when I saw him checking her out from top to bottom. The protective big sister I am, I won't allow even a ghost to check my sister out. He immediately stepped away and smiled sheepishly at me. Hm...I'd expected that already. The flirt he is!
"Yeah.." I said running my eyes through the equations on my flashcards.
"And they're beautiful" he commented with a mischievous glint in his voice. I saw him glancing at me sideways.
"I know." I sighed, concentrating and chatting the equations again and again.
I could say he was trying to start a convo but was hesitating because I was currently studying. And I appreciate his effort. It must be hard being a social butterfly trapped with the definition of an introvert, which is me!
"Oh and Jimin, don't ever eye my sister like that" I said in my stern voice.
"Like what?"
"Seriously?" I turned to him "You don't know?"
"I was just... admiring my fan" he rejected my accusation.
"Fan or not she's my sister. I won't allow it" I glared at him.
"Aren't you being a big protective sister?" he teased with a goofy smile.
"Yes, I am" I agreed "Next time I see you doing something like that, you can find someone else who can see you, speak Korean, and tolerate you."
"Woah Woah I'm sorry. It's natural for people to admire beauty" he retorted.
"And it's quite natural to find people who can see ghosts" I muttered.
"Okay!" he raised his hands in mort surrender "I won't admire your sister's beauty".
"Not in this anyway." I gestured to his ghostly form "If you really want to admire her beauty come to India and date her when you wake up from your coma"
