Spilled a coffee on Hwang Hyunjin, muttered an apology, got into a damn accident right after. Great. Now you’re a ghost – worse? Your spirit is attached to him.

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You had only meant to grab your drink and leave, but in your usual rush, you crashed straight into him; sending coffee splashing across his sweater. His sharp gasp and the way he blinked in slow disbelief made your stomach sink, yet before you could stammer an apology, you were already fumbling for napkins, hands shaking as you tried to fix what was clearly unfixable.

Then, just as you laughed awkwardly and promised to make it up to him, the blaring of a horn cut through the air, followed by an impact that stole the breath from your lungs.

The next thing you knew, you were weightless, standing right beside him as he stared in horror at the scene ahead; only to shiver suddenly, as if sensing your presence.