A fic that fixes the top, fixes the bottom, fixes whatever. (Because it doesn't seem to work as expected) But anyway, it's finished.

'till the next winter

One human who is disappointed with life and one ghost who is lonely in a big oak tree.

Could their meeting be a sin? Curse? or whatever The wheel of fate began turning the moment they met.

Until next winter Something happened in a big house in the middle of the forest.

Human Hoshi, Ghost Jihoon

Short Fic By SnowFoxNVB

'till the next winter

I am standing here under a large oak tree in a neighborhood of single houses, far away from people. The oak leaves are drifting by, leaf after leaf, showing no signs of stopping during this time of autumn. In just a few days it will be winter and I can only wait for winter to arrive soon.

Each day passed by without any meaning to me. Each day I could only watch as this oak tree grew, its branches fell, and it blossomed again. A life without anything seemed so worthless. It's really bad.

Every winter, the snow is white as far as the eye can see. It can feel lonely living alone in a large detached house surrounded by forests. But I am happy because someone's footprints always appear on the snowy slopes. Surrounding my house, it was strange how many years ago I had never seen the owner of those footprints until one day, I secretly squinted and looked along the old wooden door in front of the house at night to sneak a peek. Someone came to make footsteps around my house. The atmosphere around me was quiet, with only the sound of the clock on the wall ticking to tell the time. It was now past midnight. I tried to focus my eyes to inspect the outside of the house. The house

Soon, the figure of a boy appeared, stomping on the snow, step after step, showing no signs of tiring. A thin, pale pink mouth was mouthing a song, and two legs were leaping across the snow.

Before I decided to open the front door of the house

I'm afraid!!!!!!

Before I could even ask a question A white-skinned child in flowing white clothes was startled, ran towards the large oak tree in front of him, and disappeared before my eyes. What is this? Am I blindfolded myself? Can't someone just disappear in the middle of the tree? I must have gone crazy to think of that, so I half ran, half walked back into my house.

As well as turning on every light in the house, turning on the TV in the bedroom and turning up the volume as loud as possible. and lay down under the thick blanket. Tonight was the longest night for me. Time passed slowly.

I woke up at eight o'clock the next morning. I must have dreamed about last night.

Really crazy

I got out of bed and walked out of the room. Strangely, I didn't turn off the lights and turn off the TV last night and I still dreamed that I saw something strange outside the house. I shook my head to get all the thoughts out of my head and walked into the bathroom to take a shower to relieve my stickiness. Even though the weather was very cold last night, my back was soaked with sweat.

After finishing washing up, I walked outside to breathe in the fresh air.

Ah, the snow is all white. Everywhere you look, you can see only white as far as the eye can see. The atmosphere is so cool. .....If you say you're lonely, you'll be lonely. If you say it's calm, it's calm.

While sweeping my eyes around My eyes caught something in the snow. It's as if something had pressed on it to create a mark. It appeared as someone's footprints, that's right!!! Last night, I ..didn't dream. Last night I saw something. ..Is that a ghost? It's impossible in this world. How can there be ghosts? This is 20.

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And then, the era when science flourished. How can there be a ghost?

Those little footprints It couldn't have been a thief. The owner of these footprints was probably much smaller than me. With those footprints, if it were really a thief, they wouldn't be able to steal anything from me. And there was only one trace. It shouldn't have been anyone.

Wow!!!! Thump

I turned and was about to walk inside the house. Suddenly, something like this came close to my face. It was white and had a light, slightly sweet scent.

Hoy!!!! This is....a lump of manju?

"Hello," said the talking Manju.

"I'm lonely. I've been secretly watching you for a long time. We want friends to be our friends. We promise we will never leave you lonely. You're our friend." Klon Manju said over and over, all alone. I could only open my mouth, not knowing what to say, completely confused. Who was this talking Manju lump? What is it and why is it standing here?

“My name is Jihoon. We have lived in that oak tree for 300 years.” I turned my head and followed the finger that the Manju had pointed towards the large oak tree in front of my house.

"I told you, my name is Jihoon. Stop calling me Manju. You can talk now >3< I'm lonely, I've been alone for a long time. Someone just came into this house. Play with us, be our friends."

You will..... "My name is Jihoon" Ma Man... "My name is Jihoon" Wow!!!! Did this homeowner hear what I was thinking? "That's right, we heard everything you thought ^^ That's great~"

I stayed silent with my mouth open, not daring to even think about anything because this little thing seemed to be able to read my thoughts. Damn it!

“What do you want?” I asked carefully.

"I want to have friends. This house has been abandoned for 20 years. We miss Heechul."

“Heechul?”

“Yes..you know her? How is she now? She is the only one who sees us, talks to us, plays with us, and we are so happy. But one day she left this house...and never came back."

“Heechul is my grandmother. And she died 20 years ago."

The small figure in front of him widened his eyes before clear water welled up from his slender eyes.

"...I didn't have time to say goodbye."

I don't know if it was because of the sadness that radiated from the little person or the quiet atmosphere that slowly creeped in during the winter that made me accidentally reach out my hand and pull the little person into his arms, feeling uncomfortable. in my heart and felt strangely good Ah...it must be because of the cold weather, the leaves falling from the wind that blows by, or the pile of white snow.

I invited Jihoon to sit in the living room hall before asking what had been stuck in my head for a while.

"Actually, we are fairies..maybe."

"Huh? Why is there a "maybe"?"

"Well, I'm not sure. Since I can remember, I've lived in that oak tree forever. I'm not far from this one."

"Ah, so you've never traveled anywhere."

"Yes, we are very lonely."

"From now on I won't be lonely anymore."

"Shishi will stay with us, right?"

I didn't answer, but smiled at this little person instead of answering, thinking that he probably already knew the answer.

"ChiChi won't leave us anywhere, right?"

I nodded in response before giving Jihoon a small smile.

"Promise me," the little man said happily, smiling widely and standing with his pinky in front of me.

I accept the promise and intertwined their little fingers with this little person

3 months later

"Jihoon can come eat."

I yelled at Jihoon to come eat because he was so engrossed in a travel program in front of the TV that he wouldn't move.

"Let me finish the program first, Chichi."

Jihoon replied. He didn't even turn to face me.

It's been three months since I lived alone with... Another ghost, who would believe that a ghost could eat food and live like a normal person, especially this one? I really like to eat food, and now I'm really addicted to travel programs. Nia called me to come eat and he still refused to come eat. I decided to walk in and spoon Jihoon from behind before carrying him to the dining table.

"Nooooo Chichi let go of Ji~~~ Ji will watch TV!!!"

"Let's eat the food first before it gets cold and doesn't taste good."

"But the program isn't over yet.." Jihoon spoke softly before pouting, cheeks puffing out as if he was offended. Damn it, I won't give up!

"Shishi, Ji wants to watch TV. Let Ji watch it. Na-shishi~~~na."

"Okay, I agree. You can watch it until the end before you come eat."

You can say that I'm weak. If you've never met this little guy, you'll be wistful. And still rubbing his head on my arm! Damn it, every time this stick comes I'm always defeated!

I stared at Jihoon who was watching TV. Before I felt a strange feeling in my left breast, it hurt a lot. But strangely, I felt strangely good. before the picture in front of me turns dark

"Shish!! Chichi, open your eyes, Chichi, answer us.”

A light slap on my right cheek made me feel a bit better. The picture I saw was Jihoon sitting next to me crying. Behind me, an old woman stood looking at me, her face still. I immediately recognized it as my late grandmother. She shook her head slightly before disappearing into the darkness.

“Chishi, we thought something was wrong with Chichi. No, don't leave me, don't want it again, the feeling of being alone like that."

Jihoon said quickly before resting his face on my chest. I don't want to leave but things in the future are uncertain. No one can escape death. ...Me too, but I can only hope it won't be soon.

“Does ChiChi like us? ...like a lover."

I remained silent and didn't answer Jihoon's question.

Jihoon cried heavily again, as if he would die right here.

"Don't like us at all. Don't like us. Liking us shortens ChiChi's life. ...Don't like him. Huh..Don't like us at all. Huh, we don't want Shichi to die. Haha. Don't like us."

I cried with Jihoon. Hug Jihoon as tight as you could, as if you didn't want Jihoon to disappear. Or maybe it was me who was really afraid that I would have to leave Jihoon. Wasn't it a little short with the time I got to meet and live with Jihoon?

After that, my condition got worse and I started eating less and Jihoon stayed with me. Started making simple meals for me to eat, such as porridge. Even though it doesn't taste that good, I'm really glad that at least now I always have Jihoon by my side.

My honest confession is that I don't want to die yet, but if I were to stop loving Jihoon, I probably wouldn't be able to do it either. So I would have to choose the path that makes me and Jihoon the happiest, which is to be together until. Until my last second

This winter will probably be colder than every year, but this winter is happier than last year.....

10 months have passed...

it's been a long season through, this rotting fruit with you

it's been a long season through, this rotting fruit with you

lift back and see the darkness hid

swallowed up and angled in looking back at sweetness dim

ripe june had leaf and shady friend the cool are is gone again ~

Jihoon sat singing on the branch of a large oak tree that had almost all of its leaves fallen off, his eyes stretching far into the distance. The quiet atmosphere touched my heart.

A strange object moves closer to the house and this oak tree. Jihoon remembers what humans call this. The "car" and that car were passing through the main road and turning onto the small road leading to this house before a tall, tanned person stepped out of the car.

"I've made up my mind. Please give me some time to come to terms with it."

"Try breaking up with the person you've been with for 7 years. Then you will understand."

"I can live alone. My relatives have lived here before."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts. Is it true? This is the age of science. You can stop being so ignorant."

"I'm going to go look at the house first. Bye!"

The tall figure hung up the phone from his close friend before walking into the house.

Jihoon smiled before disappearing into the large oak tree….

Actually, this story has been written for a long time since last year, but it's not finished yet. I just went to look for the phone and found it so I brought it to decorate.

At first, I was going to decorate it in a cute, quickie style. But the feeling of disappointment made the fic come out dark like this. Ha ha ha.

P.S. Do you not understand anywhere or are you confused?

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