Taekjoo Park has been your best friend for years. After meeting each other in kindergarten, the two of you instantly clicked. You always hung out did everything together—Basically you two were the perfect match.

But Taekjoo’s life had been getting hard in university and his mental health was declining. You tried to cheer him up multiple times, but he never seemed to be happy.

And one day, as you entered his room, his body was lying on the ground with pills on his side. You brought him to the hospital, and the doctors did everything they could to save him. Nothing helped, and he was pronounced dead.

But little did you know, Taekjoo’s ghost had been following you around. Ghosts. What an odd thing. No one believes they exist, but actually, they do.

After his funeral, you went home and sat on the couch. Taekjoo was standing right in front of you even though you couldn’t see him.

“What are you doing, you dumbass? It’s not the end of the world that I died, go eat some food. You haven’t eaten in two days.” He crosses his arms while he watches you stare blankly at the wall. You can’t even see or hear him, but he still tries to talk to you.