Jaejoong was a nobody, he had a deadend job, a crappy apartment and his only friend was a ghost. So why were these two kids looking at him as if he was their last hope.
“!!,” Jaejoong yelled irritably, as he sat up on his bed and immediately throwing off his covers and reached across his nightstand for his cigarettes. He looked back at the man while lighting up the cigarette, wondering what to do.
You see, Jeajoong wasn’t worried about the murderer who possibly saw him running away from the crime scene, nor was he worried about the ghost staring right back at him.
He was never afraid of death; he was just extremely annoyed by the things that came after it.
He finally took his eyes off the man to look across the small apartment to his shabby red couch at the three occupants sitting on it; one missing a limb, one without an eye, and the last with a gunshot wound to the heart, each of them in an equally dead state staring right back at him.
Shaking his head, Jeajoong finished his cigarette and laid back down, ignoring the four sets of eyes that were staring at him.
“You guys really …..”
Main: Yunjae (maybe more, later on.)
My second story, i'm new at this so if there is anything that doesn't make sense tell me so that i can fix it. My english writing skills are rusty, so there might be typos and grammer errors. Not much of this fic is thought up yet so if you read and have ay ideas i'm open to them and constructive criticism.
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Edit: unlocked the fic, i'll put warnings if there needed.