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thelivingarrow

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❛ I CAN SEE YOU. ❜

A university life comedy-thriller where the campus is haunted, the top student is dead, and the new transferee just wants a quiet semester... except he can see ghosts. Unfortunately.

or in which Park Jimin sees dead people and now he's stuck with the most annoying spirit on campus. Welcome to college!

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DISCLAIMER!

this is a romance, thriller, and crack au. there will be mentions of other kpop artists + groups, so if you're a multifan you'll surely see your favorites here! that's it! happy reading bestie <3

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Everything feels dull.

The weather. The place. The people. All of it muted and gray. And I know exactly why.

Someone died.

It was me.

It happened last week in a car accident. I was stupidly excited to go out because it was my birthday. I got into my car, turned the music up, and decided to live a little. Which, in my case, apparently meant driving too fast on a road I barely knew. Then a truck came out of nowhere, made a sudden U-turn, and slammed right into me.

It was over before I could even understand what was happening. One second I was gripping the steering wheel, the next everything went black. The driver called for help, but it didn't matter. By then I had already lost too much blood. My body was just a broken mess they couldn't fix.

Watching my parents afterward was worse than the accident itself. They looked shattered. Hollow-eyed and guilty, probably because they let me drive without a license. It sounds awful, but part of me thought, well, at least I did something I wanted before everything ended.

"They shouldn't have let her drive. She didn't even have a license," someone whispered.

They weren't wrong.

"She doesn't deserve this. She was too young to die," one of my aunts sobbed as she clutched the side of my coffin. Her mascara was doing this raccoon cosplay thing that would've been hilarious if I wasn't the reason for it.

I sighed and tried to hug her, even though my arms passed straight through like I was made of fog.

"She was such a kind-hearted niece and a hardworking child," she added, her tears dripping onto the floor.

"I'm really sorry," I whispered, but my voice just scattered into the air like dust.

And then I heard him.

"I can feel her. I can feel Jayeon noona."

My gaze snapped toward the voice. A boy with messy blonde hair stood near the coffin, his voice trembling like a frayed guitar string. Taehyung. My younger brother. The one person who ever made me feel less like a walking disappointment and more like... me. And now I had left him behind.

Something inside me cracked. I wanted to touch him so badly. Ruffle his hair like I always did. Hug him tight and tell him I was still here. I reached out, but my hand just passed through his shoulder like smoke.

"I'm right here, Taehyung," I said anyway. Nothing. Not even a flicker.

That's when it sank in. No one would ever see me again. No one would hear me.

Ghosts like me stay like this forever. Invisible and useless. Drifting through a world that no longer belongs to us.

What else can I do? Ghosts will be ghosts.

Or at least, that's what I thought.