Hansol was just 5 years old when he realized his unbelievable gift.

The half American boy was always strange, he would stare at a blank space and talk to someone or something which isn’t there. His parents thought that he just had an imaginary friend and shrugged it off. But the thought disappeared when they asked Hansol who was he “playing” with and he answered “Grandpa!” with a big grin on his face. His grandpa passed away a year ago.

By the time he had grown up into a teenager, he was already used to the things going on around him. The creatures, people calling him weird, everything. He wasn’t bothered with them anymore. The ghosts didn’t even scare him, the scariest one is when a body-less creature came out of his closet when he was 8.

He barely had any friends, human or not. His one and only best friend was a ghost enthusiast, though. He didn’t have any plans on having a ghost as a friend. At least until he moved into his new house and met him.

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IM FINALLY WRITING ANGST WOOHOO

Idk how this would turn out tho but basically I have all the scenes planned in my head

I hope y'all will enjoy :)