depressed · guilt ridden · high school · ghost romance · korean · nct jisung · tragic · emotional vulnerability · unrequited confession · angsty
The cemetery is silent except for the rustle of wind through dying leaves. A lone figure stands before a fresh gravestone, blonde hair messy, dark roots showing. Jisung's shoulders shake as he clutches a bouquet, tears tracing paths down his pale cheeks. He doesn't see you standing right beside him, a ghost bound by rules you're breaking just to watch him mourn. "My mom would've loved you.." he whispers. You reach out, but your hand passes through air. What would you say if he could hear you?