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"So Jisoo-yah, I really think you'll like your new bedroom. Its got a beautiful balcony with glass doors and a large closet for all your clothes and its much bigger than your room at our old house..." Her talking only stopped when she looked in the rear view mirror and noticed that the person she was talking to wasn't even paying attention, which meant her excited words had all fallen on deaf ears. "Jisoo-yah! Kim Jisoo, I am talking to you! Don't you know its rude to ignore an adult when they have something to say?"

Pulling the ear buds out of her ears and turning down the music on her phone, she finally paid attention to her mother who was in the front passenger seat babbling on about how great their new house was, while quite honestly, Jisoo could not care any less. She never wanted to leave Bucheon, it was the place she was born and where she grew up. It was where she went to school, and where her friends, or her one friend more accurately, lived. But her father, Kim Yu Jin, recently decided to branch out from his company and start one of his own He was in the advertising business and he thought he would make better money if he moved himself and his family out to Seoul. Jisoo did not want to move to a new house in a new city, but it wasn't like they had asked for her opinion on the matter. 

Like in a typical Korean family, her father was the head of the house, and the bread winner. Her mother, Kim Ko Eun, was a typical housewife with a happy-go-lucky attitude who always wore a smile on her face. Despite the couple having a whopping eleven kids, they had a comfortable life of luxuries and could afford to live in a big house with only one of the spouses having a job.

Her attitude was the exact opposite of her only daughter Jisoo.

Sixteen year old Jisoo rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Yes, Ko Eun." She often called her mother by her first name to annoy her. "I'm sure I'll like it just the same as I liked my room back in Bucheon."

She just wanted to get back to listening to music, and ignoring the outside world. In fact, she wanted to get back on the plane and return to Bucheon with her friends and everything she had ever known. Jisoo wasn't very fond of change, if she had to admit.

"You know you're not supposed to call me Ko Eun. If anyone hears you, they'll think I raised a cave person. I am eomma to you. Or eommonie." Mrs. Kim scolded her rebellious sixteen year old daughter. Then she almost instantly continued going on about the new house with her ever same positive attitude. "And we'll actually have a large backyard for your brother Minseok to practice his football skills." Her mother added with excitement.

"Minseok didn't even come with us." Jisoo pointed out bitterly. "Half of my brothers stayed in Bucheon because they can."

Her older brothers Jonghyun, Junmyeon, Kibum, Minseok, and Seokjin had chosen to stay in their home town. They were already old enough to make their own decisions and were attending university there. With the help of their father and part time jobs they had during the school semester, the five of them rented a three bedroom flat. They had promised the family that they would visit them over the winter and summer vacations, but Jisoo didn't feel like it was the same. Especially with her older brother Minseok. She had always been closest with him growing up and she was honestly hurt that he had chosen to stay without her. Due to that, her older brother Jongdae had proclaimed himself as the oldest in the family, with his five older brothers now out of the house.

Her brother Jongdae scoffed in amusement, "You actually think Jisoo is gonna be happy about something? It will be a cold day in Hell before this girl smiles."

"Please shut up, Dae." Jisoo punched her brother's shoulder harshly, making him wince in pain.

Out of the brothers who had moved with the family, Jongdae was the oldest at nineteen years old. Jongdae was like both their parents, always happy, always smiling, and always whining. They were the perfect people in town with their perfect dark hair, dark brown eyes, and perfect smiles. All her brothers were the same--all of them happy, all of them handsome, and all of them perfect. Sometimes she felt like she was adopted, since she always felt like a big ball of bitterness. Her next oldest brother was Jongin, who was eighteen and had graduated high school just months earlier and had applied to a performing arts university in Seoul. His biggest dream was to become a dancer and perform in famous ballets. He was the same age as their brother Namjoon, who was his fraternal twin. Namjoon was also very keen on music and he wanted to be a rap performer. Taehyung was Jisoo's twin brother, and he would be studying at the same school as her. The last of their family and the last to be born was her youngest brother Doyoung who was only one year and five months younger than her. 

Jisoo never felt like she fit in with her family and she even hated the thought of looking like them, which was the reason she had dyed her hair an electric blue color. She had the same shade of unique hazel in her eyes as her mother, but there wasn't much she could do about that. And she was definitely not always smiling, positive, and happy. It wasn't that she was miserable either. She just didn't see life through pink lenses like her family did.

As they drove down their new neighborhood towards their new house, Jisoo looked out the window at the scenery before her. A normal urban neighborhood with upper class houses, more leaning on being the rich side of town.

She wasn't impressed in the slightest.

To her, it looked like any other neighborhood in Seoul. Only there were a bunch of rich and snobby people everywhere.

The people all looked educated and picturesque, like something one would find on a picture of everyday life, but in a place where rich people lived. There were pretty women out for a jog with faces that seemed all but natural, couples walking their expensive breed of a dog down the street, and children playing together in the front yards of other houses, in their little school uniforms.

Jisoo felt sick seeing them all so happy.

She always kept to herself and stayed at home whenever she had free time, rather than spending her time out of school going out with friends or at some sort of sports practice like some of her brothers did.

Her dad stopped their white Dodge Caravan in the driveway of their new home and shut off the engine. Not wanting to hear her mother doting on the new house a minute longer, Jisoo opened the sliding side door and stepped out of the vehicle as quickly as she could manage.

Carrying two of her bags, she was the first to walk into the empty house that now belonged to the Kims. It was a big and imposing property with two floors and twelve bedrooms. It was one for each of their children, including the ones who were away from home, and one master bedroom for their parents. Mr. and Mrs. Kim had allowed Jisoo to pick out her bedroom first, in an attempt to help her feel better about the move. But Jisoo still wasn't convinced. She didn't want to be there.

Her first move, once inside the house, was to head up the stairs to the room that was going to be hers.

As if by instinct, she made her way down the dark hallway that immediately followed the path that the stairs led to and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a teenage boy standing at the end of the dark hall, his features darkened by the shadows that were created in the dimly lit passageway. There were also dust particles floating about in the air, turned into something of a mist from a tiny ray of light that came in through a nearby window. She noticed there was a strange grayish tint to him, a very fain tint, and his eyes were dark. He was watching her approach him, taking her in, it was like he thought she couldn't see him standing there. She even thought she saw his eyes taking her in from head to toe, and her cheeks flushed red for a moment.

"H-hey!" Suddenly afraid, the temperature in that hallway seemed to have dropped at least twenty degrees. Her shaky voice asked, "Wh-who are y-you?"

The boy's face became startled and he turned, walking to the right hastily, where Jisoo's room was located. Jisoo followed behind him slowly and was shaken to see, when she arrived moments after, that no one was there.

It was completely empty.

Her black leather combat boots clanked against the wooden floorboards as she inspected every part of her new room with caution. For all she knew, it could have been some murderer or some homeless guy who had been living there before the house got sold. Crazy theories raced in her mind with every step she took. The room seemed to be completely empty except for a golden full length mirror that stood against the wall on the far left side.

Taking a few steps across the room, towards the mirror, she jumped in surprise at what she saw in the reflection.

"Who are you?" She asked the unusual figure of a teenage boy standing beyond the looking glass along with her own reflection. In the reflection, it seemed like he was standing directly behind her, but when she snuck a glance over her shoulder, she noticed she was still alone. No one was in that bedroom but herself and the very thought of the super natural made her heart beat madly in her chest. Her slender fingers caressed the cold glass of the full length mirror before her with curiosity and with shaking fingers.

He looked back at her, eyes peeled in shock as a realization hit him. Someone could actually see him. He had only ever played out the scenario once in his head, and at the moment all his thought up lines had been thrown out the window. So many years rehearsing this conversation, this moment, not with that girl in particular, but just anyone. And now he didn't know what to say, or even how to react.

When he was able to formulate any sort of words, they left his lips in disbelief. "How...how is it that you can see me?" He asked the blue haired girl in a black jack Daniels top exposing her belly button with a piercing on it and black cut-off shorts that showed off her long legs. It was the only thing he could think to say, and quite frankly, it was the only thing he cared about. How could she see him when no one else had been able to? What was so special about this teenage girl? It was seemingly nothing, for her ability to see him was nothing that was clear on the outside. It was something in her DNA which permitted her to see the boy in her bedroom mirror.

"I don't know." She replied honestly, equally as confused as he looked.

"No one has been able to see me in over fifty years." He breathed out his response, still in shock.

Her electric blue waves of hair cascaded down her back as she studied the young man before her. She looked him over and realized he was dressed in a way that was reminiscent of the early 1960's; but more like a military uniform much like the ones she had seen in her text books about the Second Korean War. She wondered how old the boy was exactly. He couldn't have been more than twenty if she had to take a guess.

I must be crazy, she thought to herself as she admired his features. He was taller than her, though not too much taller than her. His face was seemingly perfect in its almost sharp, yet soft, features and his dark brown eyes stood out against the natural pale color of his skin.

But the next question gushed out of her before she even got the chance to stop herself. "So do you have a name? Or can I call you the man in the mirror?"

He chuckled at her comment, "I have a name, thanks. I'm Kyungsoo."

"I'm Jisoo." She replied almost without thought.

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so here is the first chapter for this story. 

i added, edited, and deleted a few things in order for this story to make sense with them being in a korean setting. before this took place in australia, which isn't even far from korea. but its still an entirely different place.

anyway, i hope you all enjoy the story. its a rush of emotions going back through this and re reading it after over five years. i can't believe how long it has been.

and for this story to have reached 2 million reads originally was such a wonderful achievement. i hope for this one to do well as well, but as i have mentioned in other stories, as long as even one person reads this story i will be happy.

-clary