"Mr. Jeon, I think you're completely fine," said the psychiatrist — one of the top specialists in Seoul.

"I'm not traumatized?" I replied, my voice firm yet serious. "I'm telling you, I'm seeing a girl who disappeared right in front of my eyes, and you're saying I'm not going crazy?"

The psychiatrist across from me sighed, clearly exhausted. For the past two hours, I’d been sitting here, trying to convince him that I saw a girl vanish before me.
And all he kept saying was, ‘You’re perfectly fine. You don’t need medication — you need meditation.’

Fuck off.

I’m so done with doctors.
They just keep guessing what’s wrong with me.
No one really knows.

I sighed and took the paper where the man had scribbled some prescribed medications. Then I walked out of the building and approached my car — a symbol of luxury and power.

I unlocked it and sat inside.
Fine.
Juwon, you’re going to save me, as always.

I took out my phone and dialed Juwon’s number.
He’s my security chief, my assistant, and my part-time detective.

"Yes, boss?" his calm voice cut in. "How did your session go?"

"Fuck that session. There’s a girl named Park Jieun," I said, frustrated. "Find everything about her."

"Um, okay, boss," he replied.
I hung up.

I ran a frustrated hand through the mess of my hair. I’d been restless ever since that incident—since the moment she disappeared right in front of my eyes.

Her face has been living in my mind rent-free. The way she said she had nowhere to go, the tears that rolled down her cheeks like those of a lost child… and that innocent voice, trembling as if she didn’t understand how cruel this world could be.

I pressed down on the accelerator and drove toward my mansion. The ride was quiet, except for her words echoing endlessly in my head.
Whoever she is—she has to be a hallucination.
But if she were, wouldn’t I at least know her?
She’s a stranger to me.

“Wait, wait—fuck.”
I slammed the brakes, pulling the car to a stop.

Am I hallucinating again?
Is she really hiding behind that public bench in front of my house?
Are those street dogs actually barking at her?

I pinched myself. “—Ouch!”

It’s real.

I wanted to tear my hair out.

I parked my car to the side and leaned closer to the window, trying to confirm if it was really her—Park Jieun.
Same innocent expression. Same teary face. Still crying. Same messy hair.

Yeah. It’s her. Park Jieun.

I slowly unlocked the car door. But why? Who am I to her? Why do I feel this restless pull toward her?
Maybe I’m just curious—because she keeps appearing in my head.
But Jeon Jungkook isn’t good at dealing with curiosity.

Finally, I pushed the door open and let my boots touch the road.
This street is usually quiet—not many houses here.
I want to know who you really are, Park Jieun.

I walked toward her, and in a few long strides, I was standing behind her.
“Park Jieun?” I called out.

She flinched and looked up. The moment her eyes met mine, she shot up and hid behind my back. I froze for a second, confused.
What is she doing?

“T-Those… those dogs will eat me,” she stammered, her voice broken and trembling.

Her palms rested on my shoulders from behind, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of my hoodie. I didn’t know what to do.

Her sobs echoed near my ear—fragile, uneven, and desperate.
If she were a ghost… why doesn’t she feel like one?

I shooed the dogs away, and they ran off.
Yet her grip didn’t loosen. She kept sobbing, and I could feel the tremor running through her body.

I caught her wrist—firmly, but not enough to hurt.
Was she a fraud? A thief?

I turned to face her.
She looked exactly the same—still in that ragged school uniform.
This time, I noticed the faded logo of the school stitched on her chest.

“They… they’ll eat me,” she whispered again.

“Ssh…” I found myself whispering before I even realized. “They’re gone.”

Her brown eyes lifted to meet mine. They glowed like the sun itself—soft, golden, and alive. Her tears shimmered under the streetlight, tracing down her pale cheeks.

“Re… really?” she hiccupped.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Her sobs slowed.

“Go home,” I said, taking a step back from her.

“I… I don’t have one,” she whispered. “Y-you threw me out of my attic.”

Her broken tone, that fragile whisper—it made my chest tighten.
What is this feeling? Why does my heart ache like this?

“You really don’t have anywhere to go?” I asked.

She shook her head slowly, eyes lowered, staring at her worn-out school shoes.

“Who are your parents?” I questioned again.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Who even told you you’re a ghost?” I asked, frustration leaking into my voice as I tried to control my disappointment.

“My… my friends,” she murmured, voice trembling.

“Oh, care to show me?”

She instantly looked up at me, then pointed toward the small forest beside the street. It looked empty at first—until two tiny heads peeked out from behind a tree.
And then… those two heads flew toward me.

My eyes widened in shock.
Jeon. Jeon. Jeon.
You’re hallucinating.
Ghosts don’t exist.
You need your medicine.

Where’s the medicine?

I fumbled through my hoodie pocket until I found the pill bottle. I popped one into my mouth and swallowed dry.

When I looked back toward the forest… the two heads were still there.
And behind them—two bodies without heads, floating, drifting in midair.

I blinked a few times.
Am I really seeing ghosts?

Those two heads blinked back, as if studying whether I was food or friend.

“Was this human troubling you, Jieun?” asked the black-haired head with glowing yellow eyes. He threw a glare at me, then looked at her, his expression softening.

“No, Kian,” she whispered. “He saved me from the dog monsters.”

The head—Kian—looked back at me, then at the second head beside him. The other was a woman’s, with long brown hair and piercing violet eyes.

They blinked.
I blinked.

Are they real ghosts?!
Oh my god—did I actually kick a ghost out of my house that day?
What if it possesses me?

My heart was pounding.
I wanted to scream.
To run.
But I couldn’t move.
I stood frozen.

Her sobbed broke my running thoughts, "Y..you're a ghost?"

She nodded, "I told you,"

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