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And there he was, standing in front of me—Jungkook.

He froze in the doorway, his eyes scanning me as if I were some kind of hallucination.

"Taehyung?" His voice held that familiar uncertainty, the kind that made him sound like a man trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was real. But this wasn't a dream.

"No," I said, my voice cool and unbothered. Out of so many people out there why it has to be you "

Jungkook's gaze narrowed, confusion and something darker flashing in his eyes."What do mean by that ,what the hell is going on?"

I shrugged, flicking my hair back like it was just another casual encounter. "Don't ask me. I'm just as lost as you."

"Then why are you here?" His tone was sharp, defensive, like he was ready for an argument.

"Nice to see you too," I said dryly, rolling my eyes. "What, no warm greeting? No 'I missed you, Tae?'"

His expression hardened, and I could tell he was trying to hide his surprise behind a veil of anger. It wasn't working. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I don't have time for it."

"Good," I snapped. "Because I don't care about your time. I didn't come here for you to get all mopey on me."

He took a step forward, the tension in the air thickening with every movement. "Then what the hell did you come here for?"

I leaned back in the bed, pretending to get comfortable, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're not even curious about how I got here? What happened?"

"I don't give a damn," Jungkook replied instantly, his voice cold. "You disappeared. You don't get to just show up out of nowhere and expect me to care."

"Figures," I muttered, looking away from him. His words stung, but I wasn't going to let him see that. "Fine. I'll save you the trouble of asking. I'm dead, okay?"

He blinked, like he didn't hear me right. "What?"

I repeated it, with more emphasis. "I'm dead, Jungkook. Car accident. I shouldn't even be here, but I'm stuck on Earth for a bit. Lucky you."

There was a pause, the silence stretching between us like a fragile thread about to snap. Then Jungkook's eyes went wide with disbelief, and the color drained from his face.

"No," he muttered, shaking his head. "This isn't real. This is... this is insane." He stepped back, eyes darting around the room like he was looking for some explanation, anything to make sense of what I was saying.

But he knew. He had to know.

"Call your parents," I said flatly, not giving him any time to think. "You'll see I'm not lying."

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean by calling—"

"I'm dead, Jungkook. They'll confirm it. The doctors, the paramedics—they all said I was gone. I'm a ghost, a damn shadow of what used to be me." I paused, watching him closely as his hands started to shake.

His eyes flicked to the door, and for a split second, he looked like he might run. Instead, he grabbed his phone off the desk, fumbling as he dialed.

I watched him with a smirk, enjoying how the tables had turned. The Jungkook I used to know would've never shown this much vulnerability. But now, he was rattled. Good.

When he hung up the phone, his face had gone pale. He wasn't even looking at me anymore, just staring at the floor like the ground might open up and swallow him whole.

"I'm not... I don't—" His voice cracked, and then, in an instant, he collapsed backward onto the bed, his body going limp.

I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped from my lips as I watched him. "What's wrong, Jungkook? Never seen a ghost before?"

His breathing came in short gasps, and the panic was clear on his face. For someone who had always been so confident, so untouchable, he looked like a lost little boy.

I leaned forward, making sure he saw me clearly as I spoke again, my tone cold and sharp. "You think this is a joke? That I'm playing some sick game? I'm not. I don't have time to mess with you, so get it together."

But Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. His hand clutched the sheets tightly, and then his eyes rolled back, his body going slack as he fainted, his phone still gripped in his hand.

"Well, this is off to a good start," I muttered, looking down at his unconscious form. "Now, what the hell do I do?"

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