"You're just as crazy as I am honey."
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Ghosts. Monsters. Whatever you want to call them. She's seen them all.
Lost in this terrifiyng world, she meets the fearless, charismatic Hoseok.
Someone who isn't scared of the monsters.
Or at least that's wh...
I think I'm dead, because I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head. But I don't want to fall asleep just yet.
I told them there was a monster under my bed, but the truth is it hides in my head. It's clawing and eating up my thoughts and doubts.
Never would I have imagined finding someone stronger than that.
Lucky me; there's a ghost in my head.
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"My answer... is yes."
White ceiling.
White walls.
My eyes hurt as they slowly got used to the blunt artificial light.
A steady beeping reached my ears, though it sounded a bit muffled, as if my brain was stuffed with cotton.
I gathered all my strength and turned my head, now facing a large window. I had to be somewhere on a large building, the streets of Seoul where looking so tiny from up here.
I turned my head back.
What?
I was in a hospital.
Oh
It took me some time to process what I had agreed to back... when I was with... Hoseok.
Shit. Hoseok?
A sudden rush of adrenaline rushed through my veins, waking my dulled mind like an electro shock an I shot up from where I had been laying on my clinically clean bed, eyes frantically searching for the boy.
Please, I don't want to be alone, please-
I calmed down, heart still racing when I saw the older boy peacefully snoring in an uncomfortable looking chair next to the bed.
He stirred due to the sounds I made, sleepy eyes wakening when he saw my figure sitting upright in the bed.
"Hey, Flower." He whispered smiling, scooting closer carefully, chair making a soft scraping noise over the white floor, "How are you today?"
"I'm- headache." My own voice sounded strange for me, tongue feeling heavy. My throat felt dry.
As if he'd read my thoughts, Hoseok reached out to the nightstand next to my bed, grabbing a full glass of water before handing it me carefully.
"And... how is your-" He gestured vaguely, not knowing how to finish the sentence, because he didn't have a name for it yet.
I slowly sipped my drink, thinking for a moment about how to answer. My eyes raked over the boy's form taking in everything from his messy, tousled hair to his white tee with the silver mark and the black sweat pants that looked worn out and comfy. No black coat or sword.
