A faint red light greets Jeongyeon when she opens her dorm room, the string tangled in under the bed sheets, the legs of a chair and then around the study table, until it falls past straight to her feet. The string moves as lithe arms wrap around her, the familiar scent of peach invading her senses.

fic plot: when you die, everytime someone thinks of you, you get a signal telling you that you have been just remembered. Everyone around you gets a couple of signals every day. You passed away a year now. Still nothing.

JeongMo are cute but also very clueless