𑣲⋆ In which the swimming prodigy, Ahn Keonho, used to be a normal teenage boy until his accident. Since then he's been searching for the one, who'll be able to see him and end his misery as a ghost.
𑣲⋆ Including fluff . ghost Keonho. written . oc as reader . series . angst . death . based on 11 minutes by halsey & yungblood
𑣲⋆ About nonidol!keonho x fem!oc
(gonna post this on wattpad and ao3 as well but currently testing the waters on here firstt)
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Moving away as a concept on its own wasn't a problem for Yoon Chaewon, what truly bothered her was the reason her family had to move.
Being an only child, you might think was a blessing—she gets her parents full attention... however, that was far from Chaewon's reality.
She'd never been close to her father and mother, they'd thought if she gets to live in a big, wealthy-looking house, gets not so budget-friendly gifts and has personal staff would be enough for a child to grow up to be something great.
Chaewon couldn't disagree more.
All the luxury was nothing to her, she'd give it all away in exchange for her parent's attention.
Hearing her friends talk about the way their parents care for them—read bedtime stories about princess and knights, write letters, make them laugh and, in general, spend time with them—she was full of envy.
Chaewon never admitted it loudly because showing envy meant that you weren't fulfilled, you weren't happy with yourself, you disliked something about yourself. The girl would rather die than have someone think so low of her.
Instead, she chose to brag about her nice vacations, the food her private chef made, flying around in private jets and so on. Anything that could make those around her envy her, she said it. No holding back.
The taste of pure satisfaction on her tongue, made up for the amount of time she spent sobbing on the cold white marble bathroom floor, wondering if she was at fault for her parent's withdrawals.
They, of course, never suspected their daughter having trouble. In their eyes, she was perfect.
Chaewon had good grades, she played multiple instruments, she was pretty, didn't talk much, so there were little to no arguments. What more could her parents want from her?
To them, she grew up beautifully. No complaints were ever issued about their daughter's behaviour, only praises, thus they quietly spoiled her with their riches.
The dark haired girl despised that. To her, it seemed like they were bribing her. As if to say "hey, sorry for not properly raising you like a normal parent would, here's something that cost over 10 thousand, this will shut you up."
That was the exact reason for their decision to move. To get more money.
Her father scored a chance to get a promotion, of course, he took it. Why wouldn't he? His focus was on moneymaking, to earn more than one can even use in a single lifetime.
The trees moved with the car as Chaewon watched her hometown slipping away from her. Over the years in the city, she'd grown fond memories of the babysitter playing around with her at the park, where she'd first learned how to ride a bike, she first scraped her knee and had her first kiss with some random boy, she supposedly went to kindergarten with.
Passing through her neighbourhood was hard, all she wanted to do was jump out of the moving car and run back to her house, that was yet to be properly sold.
Chaewon couldn't believe how quickly her parents packed everything up and left. She stared out the tinted window at the backseat of the car as her parent's conversation floated lightly around the small space of one of her father's many cars.
She let the time pass her by, after all there was nothing she could do about the move. Closing her eyes, Chaewon prayed for everything to be different when they arrived.
The girl unenthusiastically walked around her new home. Surprisingly to her it wasn't too luxurious, heck, it was nothing compared to her old house.
Sure, it was a spacious penthouse apartment with a large balcony, but even she had expected more than this, considering the paycheque her father received just for accepting the offer.
"Chaewon-ah, go pick out your room," her mother said in the ever so polite, slightly too quiet tone she always used, when speaking to her daughter.
"Okay," the girl breathed out, slipping her phone into her back pocket as she walked further away from the hallway.
Chaewon cautiously walked through the already furnished apartment. It looked lived in, a little bit too close to how her previous house looked like.
It hit her hard as she continued with her slow, deliberate approach. The girl softly touched the surface of the obviously new, off-white sofa, then turned to run her slender fingers across the shelf, where decorative plants lay.
A scoff escaped her lips, when she saw that there was absolutely no dust on her fingers. "Of course," she said under her breath. What more did she expect from the perfect apartment they'd moved into.
She couldn't care less about which room she was getting, thus she claimed the first bedroom that entered her eyesight. "This one's mine," she called out to her parents, though she didn't get any answer.
Taking a good look around the room, she couldn't help but notice how cold it was compared to the rest of the apartment.
Odd. She will definitely ask her parents to turn up the heat in her room. It was freakishly cold, almost eerie.
Chaewon shivered at that thought. Shaking the goosebumps off, she quickly walked back to the hallway to get the box of her items, ready to decorate the plain white room.
Unbeknownst to her, there was something standing in the corner, eyes wide at the sight of the strange girl.
In what felt like an eternity, Keonho had lost all hope of someone new coming to this place: the place he once used to call his home.
The sound of the Yoon family unlocking the door startled the ghost, waking him up from his hundredth nap of the day.
What more can a ghost, who is bound to one place, do other than sleeping?
He quietly watched them slowly making their way into the space, even hearing something along the lines of "welcome to your new home," coming from the landlord Keonho knew all too well.
After seeing a couple in their late-fourties, the teenage ghost almost lost hope. The last few tenants had all been older people, they couldn't see him, yet for some reason they quickly moved out of the eerie apartment Keonho found himself trapped in.
His presence was obvious, especially to those with pets, but, for some reason, each time he tried reaching out to them, asking for help, trying to get out, he had no luck.
However, his eyes soon lit up at the sight of Yoon Chaewon, that was supposedly her name. It was what he heard the older woman call her.
Keonho watched her ever so carefully walk through the apartment, trailing behind her like a puppy.
The eager ghost tried his hardest not to come off as too strong—to startle her, if she can even see him.
Now that they were back in his old room, he secretively observed her movements: the way she gently picked stuff out of the brown cardboard box, placing them wherever it felt right in her eyes.
Her lips were pressed into a soft pout, eyes slightly saddened as she continued to slowly move around the room.
The way she moved was so odd to him... like she'd already thoroughly had thought it all out, where and how everything should look.
As time passed, the bedroom became more lively. "Nice," he thought, nodding in approval of how she'd decorated the room.
Placing the last item on the shelf, Chaewon was startled by the knock on her door. "Dinner's ready," her mum softly said, poking her head into her daughter's new room.
"Okay," Chaewon softly replied, a small, fake smile lay on her lips to satisfy her mother.
Keonho caught the smile, his gaze moving from the teenage girl back to her mother as he tried to figure out the dynamic, but was unable to as he got practically squished by the door.
Mrs. Yoon opened the door slightly, clearly not aware of someone hiding behind them, to walk into the room. "Do you like it?" she asked, looking at her child.
"It's nice," Chaewon simply answered, to which her mother responded by grinning.
The two women of the household made their way to the living room together. The plates had already been dished up, ready for their arrival.
Even though the families relationship wasn't the closest and warmest, the three of them dined together almost every night.
There was no conversation, as always, but, over time, Chaewon understood that there was absolutely no reason to even try to small talk with her parents, instead she quietly sat and ate her food.
The dinner was coming to an end, the girl was already dreaming of showering and getting ready for bed, when something caught her eye.
"What was that?" she spoke, surprising even herself with the sudden question. Charwon swore she'd seen something pass by, like a shadow of a person flashing out of her bedroom.
"I'm sure it's nothing, you're just tired," her mother said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Chaewon stared at the hand that lay on her shoulder, what was supposed to be a warm, reassuring gesture, felt like nothing to her.
She wanted to speak up. Say that she was sure there was something, besides she'd even napped in the car so why would she be tired enough to be seeing things?
Yet when even her father spoke up, joking that her brain was just making it up because she missed the old house, Chaewon simply bit down on her lip and nodded.
Yeah. She was making it up... despite the fact that there really was a ghost boy, who was currently cursing himself out for being so careless on their first night here, almost blowing his entire mission before it even started.
