“Would you come back to haunt me?”
from here
mid-winter leaves her in search of warmth.
wholly unprepared, she wades through the streets, defenseless against the flurries of snow accumulating in her hair. this isn’t the first time she’s completely disregarded the weather forecast; nor will it be her last. for a sparing moment, though, she embraces the cold with open arms. for those brief seconds the world seems to come to a halt, even as people brush past her and cars continue to pass by.
(as a kid, anything is possible.)
it’s how she can manage to weave the unimaginable into reality, disrupting yoonil’s perfectly-made bed– now an undersea cave– in search of the world’s greatest treasure. as he attempts to finish the last of his workbook problem she swipes a pillow and promptly lands it on his lap, laughing aloud when he practically drops his fistful of pens.
go yeeun, didn’t you say you wanted to study?
i did, but i changed my mind.
he can only snort, the two red pens clattering back into the container to join the rest of his things. to the left, a mug of warm water awaits her. he’d taken a look at her and disappeared wordlessly into the kitchen, steps echoing in the empty hallway. by now, though, she’s perfectly content, bundled up in a jacket too ill-fitting to be hers. school bores her to no end. he knows very well by now that doing homework together is merely an excuse for her to hang around him, eager for company on days where her classmates retreat into study halls and libraries.
oppa.
hm?
what if ghosts really did exist? and we turned into them once we died? all of us, i mean. good or bad.
would you come back to haunt me?
duh. you’re stuck with me for life- you know that, right?
he makes a noncommittal hum, but she can practically hear the smile in his voice.
