She then leaned over in the edge and whispered. "Come here and let's 'Sleep TO— GETHER~"
Doyeon let out a quiet laugh at her invitation.
"Sleep with you?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he slowly pushed himself up from the couch.
He walked toward the bed, stopping just beside it while looking down at her with a teasing smirk.
"Nah…" he scoffed lightly. "What if I suddenly get a nightmare?"
He crossed his arms dramatically.
"( •̀ᴗ•́ )و I'm scared, you know."
For a second there was silence.
Then—
Ha-eun burst out laughing.
"Pfftwahahaha!"
She crawled across the mattress toward him like an excited cat, the bed shifting softly under her movement. Before Doyeon could react, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Hey"
Yank.
"!?"
Doyeon completely lost his balance.
The sudden pull dragged him forward, and for a brief second he could see Ha-eun's bright, mischievous smile right in front of him.
Then—
Thump.
Both of them collapsed onto the bed together.
The mattress sank under their weight before bouncing slightly, the soft cushions swallowing the impact.
Doyeon blinked up at the ceiling for a moment, clearly surprised by the sudden ambush. The bed was ridiculously comfortable compared to the stiff couch.
Beside him, Ha-eun rolled onto her side and looked at him proudly.
"See?" she said with a satisfied grin. "It feels so good, right?"
She stretched her arms lazily against the blanket.
"And it fits two people perfectly," she murmured, her voice playful. "You know… like a married couple."
Doyeon exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a quiet chuckle.
"Yea, sure."
But he didn't move.
The rain outside continued tapping gently against the window, the steady rhythm filling the room with a calm, sleepy atmosphere.
A few seconds passed.
Then Doyeon frowned slightly.
"Wait."
He turned his head.
The room looked dim.
Only faint light from the window illuminated the ceiling and the outlines of the furniture.
"I forgot to turn on the lights."
Before he could sit up to fix it, something shifted beside him.
Ha-eun had already moved closer.
Without asking, she simply slid one arm under his and rested her head on it like it was the most natural pillow in the world.
Doyeon froze.
His brain lagged for a second.
"Hey."
Ha-eun didn't respond.
She had already gotten comfortable, hugging the pillow loosely while using his arm as a cushion. Her hair spread slightly across his shoulder as she settled into place.
"Don't move," she mumbled sleepily. "You're warm."
Doyeon stared at the ceiling again.
"You're the one who pulled me down."
Ha-eun just hummed quietly in response.
The room fell into silence after that.
Outside, thunder rumbled faintly in the distance while the rain continued its steady rhythm against the glass. The dim darkness made the space feel smaller and more peaceful.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Doyeon could feel the faint weight of her head on his arm, surprisingly light. If he didn't know better, he would have forgotten she was supposed to be a ghost.
Then—
Ha-eun suddenly spoke.
"Do you want to know something about ghosts?"
Her voice was soft, breaking the quiet like a whisper.
Doyeon turned his head slightly toward her.
Even in the darkness he could see her purple eyes faintly reflecting the dim light from the window.
He didn't say anything.
He just nodded.
Ha-eun smiled a little when she noticed.
"Most people think ghosts are scary," she said quietly. "But honestly…"
She adjusted slightly against his arm.
"We're usually just lonely… and have some grudge or guilt or things we still wanna do one last time, that's why we can't pass on."
For a moment, the rain was the only sound in the room again.
Then Ha-eun tilted her head just enough to look up at him.
"So if you could ask a ghost anything…"
Her voice turned playful again.
"What would you ask?"
(This… is this a chance?)
The thought slipped in before he could stop it.
(Should I ask her if she's real? Or… about the game? Can I even tell her anything about it?)
The rain outside tapped softly against the window, filling the room with a quiet rhythm. Beside him, Ha-eun had already settled comfortably against his arm, using it like a pillow as if it belonged there.
For a long moment he just lay there thinking.
Then finally—
"…Are you real?" he asked.
Ha-eun blinked.
She slowly lifted her head just enough to look at him, her expression turning into a confused little frown.
"ಠ_ಠ… Of course?" she replied, letting out a small giggle. "What kind of question is that?"
Doyeon hesitated, trying to phrase what he wanted to say.
"Oh… what I mean is— would you believe me if I told you that we only met beca##"
His voice suddenly cut out.
"#eca######—"
The word warped unnaturally, like a broken signal. Doyeon frowned and tried again.
"G# #########"
The sound glitched even worse this time, his throat tightening as if something invisible was forcibly blocking the words from leaving his mouth.
"What the hell?"
Ha-eun stared at him, puzzled.
"ಠ_ಠ… What's happening?" she asked.
"What are you trying to say?" she continued, giggling softly as she rested her chin on his shoulder again. "Be serious. I'll answer everything."
Doyeon exhaled slowly.
(Shit…)
(So I really can't say anything about the game.)
He rubbed his face with one hand, defeated.
"Alright. Fine."
Ha-eun perked up immediately.
"What fine?" she asked, smiling. "(◍•ᴗ•◍)"
"Nothing," he muttered. "Forget it."
He turned his head slightly toward her.
"What I wanted to ask isn't about ghosts."
Her eyebrow lifted.
"Then what?"
Doyeon paused for only a moment before asking quietly. "How did you die?"
Ha-eun went silent.
Her playful expression faded as her eyes drifted toward the dark ceiling.
"Sure," she murmured after a while. "I guess I can tell you."
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