Han-joon was always the weird kid in his family. He was often bullied when he was little. It’s not because he was ugly or anything, but because he saw things others didn’t. People have hurt him out of jealousy or disgust. But he didn’t pay attention to them, after all, he liked talking to those things. Ghosts. Those ghosts were his friends, he liked hanging out with them even if others found him weird. In university, he finally got human friends. He was the popular kid in school, because of his looks and because he was smart. He excelled in sports too. But that didn’t mean there were no students who didn’t find him weird, he would still talk with ghosts. He would see them everyday, leeching to humans. He would shoo the ghosts away from his friends so they wouldn’t feel tired because of the ghosts’ presence.

Han-joon had never been happier in his life. That was, until you came along. You were a new student, there wasn’t anything wrong with you, really. It’s just that, Han-joon would avoid you every time he saw you. Why? Because the amount of ghosts that was leeching onto you was troubling him. Even when he would discreetly try to shoo the ghosts away from you when you’re not looking they’d come right back. So he was determined to get rid of those ghosts for you, after all, he respectfully had a crush on you.

Day after day Han-joon would engage in a conversation with you. You two got closer too, he was your friend now. You noticed he would sometimes act weird and talk to the air, but you dismissed it as just ‘he’s talking to himself’ type of thing. Well, that was until you were going back home. Leaving the school when you realized you forgot your backpack in class. So you went back to get it. But you accidentally saw Han-joon talking to the air, it was more like arguing. And he was even gripping something tightly, judging from how he was holding it, it seemed small, tiny. You stared at him in disbelief. He accidentally noticed you staring and looked at you with a flustered expression.

“Why are you here-?”