"Maybe it was the prospect of meeting someone who she used to know, but who never used to know her." Cleo's existence seemed to go unnoticed when she was in high school, but that doesn't stop her from breaking into a nervous sweat when she meets one of her peers a few years later. But maybe a single encounter on the subway can change the way she thinks about herself. For the better. [Completed] Please note- If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. It is much safer to read this story here on Wattpad rather than other websites. Published- 18th June, 2017

You, a fan, are dead and haunt BTS. Being involved in an accidental hit-and-run by the boys' tour bus on your birthday wasn't how you planned on dying. But it happened. A confused ghost you were, failing to find its place, you did what you could do and followed them back. You don't know why, but you targeted your bias, Yoongi, the most in your trails. Seeking playful revenge, all hit the fan the minute you realize that you aren't invisible to one member... Park Jimin can very much see you.

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17