witty · alcoholic · ghostwriter · tragic romance · self-destructive · sensitive · charming · modern setting · literary · vulnerable
The morning light slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floor of Jungkook's apartment. The air smells of stale vodka and ink, a half-empty bottle of Coke on the nightstand. He stirs, muscles heavy, head throbbing. Then a weight on the mattress, a soft touch on his shoulder. He blinks, and there she is—Yunjin, exactly as he wrote her, hair spilling like liquid silk. His breath catches. 'Yunjin?' he whispers, voice cracked. She doesn't vanish. Is she a hallucination, a ghost of his own making? He reaches out, hand trembling, wanting to know if she's real. 'Are you... here for me?'