Jackson knows that there are many people who don't believe in ghosts.

He used to be like that...

Jackson Wang, a seventeen-year-old young man puberty Even though his real personality has been acting like a seventeen year old since he was fifteen. But that's not a problem. Because his friend was like that too (?) He smiled sweetly at the beautiful mother who walked out and waited for him in front of the house. Even though he doesn't really understand why he has to do that. But that's the good thing. At least he will be able to do his duty as a good son, like kiss his mother on the cheek for a kiss or two.

The conversation ended when he asked his mother to go to the bedroom. Which she didn't object to. But he didn't forget to instruct them to come downstairs and eat together. Of course he shouted in response.

It's normal for teenagers to like to stay by themselves in their room and immerse themselves in their own world. Maybe they want to do their favorite quiet activities alone without parental involvement. Or someone may be secretly doing something that if anyone sees it, it will definitely be banned.

Jackson knows that, going to the internet to watch porn is one of his hobbies.

But wait, the reason he rushed up to his room wasn't like that at all.

The young man took a deep breath as his eyes looked at his bedroom door. It was like there was something behind the door that made him feel excited.

A hand slowly reached out and opened his bedroom door. The smile on his face became more and more clear, but it wasn't the kind of smile he used on his mother.

It's the smile of a person who is...

“Mark!”

The owner of the name sitting on Jackson's bedroom window sill slowly turned around, his amber eyes shining smoothly. Jackson once described it as still, like the ocean that never wavers. His eyes looked at Jackson, who flashed a wide smile without saying a word.

No, he never said anything.

“Today, Teacher Jaebum...you remember, right? The person I said had a weird head. He gave me orders like he wanted them to crush me to death. I really don't understand why I'm angry at someone. Today I had to bring back a lot of books that were unnecessary.”

Jack Wan babbled on as the two legs walked over to his bed. He threw his bag onto the bed and opened it to take out the homework he had just complained about.

“Look, I don't know what's going on here. Logarithms set to ten major rules Nine more big exponentials Not including the miscellaneous tasks he likes to give while teaching. I want to die.” Jackson rubbed his head at the last sentence. before turning to the window to continue talking to Mark

But Mark isn't there anymore...

Jackson's face widened. Hey...just now it was still on the window sill. Don't tell me you fell out of that window. But he didn't hear anything.

Funny, how can it be like that when...

"Oh, you're here yourself?"

Jackson sighed as he turned in front of himself and saw the person he was looking for. The panic on his face from just a moment ago disappeared as if someone had erased it with an eraser. He smiled again at Mark who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of him.

“Later, don't move anywhere for a moment. I was completely shocked.”

Mark didn't say anything. Aside from looking at Jackson's face, which continued to make various expressions, with the same look in his eyes that Jackson saw when he entered the room.

Jackson sighed. He should know that saying that won't get him anywhere. In the end, Mark will act the same way. “Wouldn't it be strange...if you were to 'walk'?”

Mark didn't answer, he just stared at Jackson's face silently.

“Okay, I lost.” Jackson gestured to his relative in mid-air. “I won't interfere in your transportation matter again... even if it shocks me.”

Mark turned his face away from Jackson. It makes people who talk alone feel dizzy. He made a sad face and looked at Mark who had gotten out of bed...

walk?

After moving only a few steps, Mark disappeared from there and reappeared on the edge of the window again. The same place he saw when he entered the room. Mark looked at him with calm, nonverbal eyes, without any nonverbal expressions. It tells the meaning of what he did just now.

But Jackson is used to it.

“Ah...if you're not familiar with it, you don't have to walk,” Jackson said with a slight smile, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

Just now, Mark tried to follow his request! Try for him! No one could understand how happy he was that Mark did that.

He gave Mark a wry smile. I don't care if Mark understands or not why he's smiling. Let's just say he's happy. He's happy. That's enough.

Jackson walked over and picked up a large pile of work assigned to him by Master Jaebum and opened it without hesitation like usual. He also looked very energetic, like someone who had taken stimulants.

Jackson's expression, which looked unusually cheerful with the homework he had just complained about was too much, was evident in the eyes of the young man with a thousand black eyes. His eyes were still as smooth as ever. His body was completely still, as if frozen. Without movement like a normal human being.

In any case, he isn't...anyway.

It all started on the first day he moved into this house.

Ten-year-old Jackson Wang leaned back and fell onto his new bed. He felt completely unfamiliar with this room. But this is normal for people who just moved into a new house. Therefore, he will try to come to terms with this and make tonight another night where he sleeps soundly.

It would be like that if he didn't accidentally look at his bedroom window...

I wanted to exclaim loudly to match my own panic. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his body had completely frozen.

A pale white figure with red hair stood out in casual clothes. His face was smooth and expressionless. But it wasn't as shocking as the other party's actions.

What kind of crazy person walks around on rooftops like that!!

He was one hundred percent sure that in the middle of the night like this, there would definitely be no mischievous people walking on the roof like that. Plus, he walked with his back straight without fear of falling from the roof and breaking his neck to death. Therefore, Jackson Wang was able to. It can only be assumed.

...That person who is chilling on the roof isn't the same person!!

I don't know if he was thinking too loud or not. Because right now, the person walking on the back stopped their steps and slowly turned their face to look at Jackson's face. The amber eyes that looked at him clearly indicated that they were not human eyes. coupled with a pale white face It makes it harder to believe that the other person is a person.

"Hoy!!"

He screamed as the figure on the roof suddenly disappeared before his eyes. And he was even more shocked until he accidentally cried out when he just noticed that the red-haired man from just a moment ago had already moved to sit next to his bed.

This is definitely not a person. What kind of person can warp?

“Uh...uh...hello?”

After accidentally greeting the other party like that, he almost raised his hand and slapped his own mouth hard. Damn Jackson Wang! Crazy! How dare he even think about greeting a ghost like that!

If anyone sees him dead in his bedroom, please come and collect his body...

Happily (?), the seemingly pale-skinned, red-haired man who looked (probably) not a human didn't react defensively to his greeting. And she looked at him with calm eyes as if she were just a piece of carved stone that had been carved into a human being.

"Uh...what's your name?"

Amber eyes looked at his face silently, not answering a word...

What should he do with this situation?

Ahh...after that He found that no matter how hard he tried to chase him, The red-headed ghost was still there. Until he began to feel relieved, and after all, the other party didn't cause any trouble. It's like they're all different people. One person does his own homework or activities. Another person might walk on the roof (?) or sit quietly in the middle of the room.

Maybe I'd sit and stare at him. But if you cut out that matter, everything will be fine.

Having said that, he had never even heard the voice of this ghost before.

He tried many times to open this ghost's mouth. But it seems like the other party is the one with slow feelings. Everything you do is in slow motion. So he became discouraged. Then let everything go. Complete your own interpretation of it before you die. This ghost must be mute.

And because the other party doesn't say yes or no like this. Causing him to prank and name this ghost 'Mark' after the name of a red-headed male doll. that father had bought for me Which is now in a pile under the bed. Even though the origin of its name is a bit ugly. But happily, the new owner of the name didn't have any objections.

Honestly, he had never seen Mark deny anything.

“Uh...Mark.”

Jackson called out to the person who was currently sitting with his legs dangling on the window sill. It was normal for Mark to like to sit in scary places. Even though Jackson knew that Mark would never agree to this. But he couldn't help but feel horrified by each of Mark's actions.

How about taking a walk on the roof? How about sitting on the window sill and hanging your legs outside? Sometimes he goes to sit on the roof of a moving car. When that car passed him and a group of friends on his way home, It was difficult for him to keep his shocked expression in time.

But strangely, no one saw Mark except him.

Mark slowly turned towards him with the same look in his eyes that he had since he first met Mark until now. Jackson felt his hands tremble. His excitement always arose when he met those thousand black eyes. And as the days passed, it became more serious. Especially since recently he talked with Mark normally like a friend. He had to sit and think of his own words for a long time before he could speak each word.

“Well...if I write to you in my homework. Um...can I? I mean, I'm going to write indirectly. Indirectly, I don't even know who you are. But I actually wrote to you, something like that. Ah...do you understand what I'm saying? Well...that's it. Please write to me.”

I could have sworn that Jackson had already prepared what he was going to say. But when I actually spoke, why did everything vibrate like this?

Mark was silent for a moment. In fact, Mark was calm as usual. Jackson's hands became wet from his excitement. Before Mark's figure disappeared from there and reappeared on Jackson's bed. while his eyes were looking at his work paper

This means give it!

The moonlight shines clearly in the night. Especially on the night of the full moon. So its light is not just dim light. Mark's body was already very pale. When exposed to the moonlight, it made it look even more pale, almost blending with the paper. His amber eyes stood out even more as the sky turned black.

What is Jackson doing? Write poetry to compete with Shakespeare?

Come on, even if he composed a hundred lines, Mark didn't intend to ignore it anyway.

“Uh...Mark. I'm going down to eat first."

Didn't wait for Mark to respond at all. Jackson immediately walked out of the room. If you want him to wait until Mark responds? I still don't know whether I'll be able to eat or not today.

Jackson ran down the stairs, his voice so tense that he got scolded by his mother once. He shouted back that he was sorry. But in the end, he still came down the stairs loudly. But before he could walk into the dining room to eat his full dinner, Mother's voice rang out first.

“Jackson, please give me your mother's documents. It's on the back of the cabinet in the living room.”

“Oh my gosh, how did you put it up so high?”

He groaned as he remembered where his mother had put the documents in the cabinet. But even so, Mother still told him to go get it. That cabinet is very high. Even if a person is two meters tall I still don't know if I'll pick it up or not. And then I'll let him pick it up!

Does Mom know his height?

Mark looked up at the cabinet that was several moments taller than him with a puzzled look in his eyes. Maybe he had to use his psychic powers to move it out. Or use internal strength to fly up and bring it down.

Jackson lowered his head and looked at his toes in boredom. If he can't pick it up, will he not be able to eat the cold side? Hey...I can't. Now he's so hungry he could eat a chair in the living room.

Then he raised his head again before being so taken aback that he accidentally fell to the ground.

"Hoy!!"

Since when was Mark's pale body sitting on the cabinet!?

Mark looked down at Jackson silently before turning to look at something on the cabinet before taking it out. It was a blue file folder that presumably belonged to Jackson's mother. The person sitting on the ground smiled teasingly. I feel very embarrassed. who fell in front of Mark Even though the other party didn't have any reaction, he slowly got up and cleared his throat softly.

To cover up the symptoms of loss of self Jackson looked at the item in Mark's hand before saying, "Thank you."

He awkwardly reached up and picked up the item Mark had handed him from above. Even though he wasn't tall enough to reach the top of the cabinet, But he was able to receive things from Mark!

“Jackson, can you pick up the documents for Mom?”

Jackson's birth mother walked into the room. Jackson immediately turned to her. Okay, he admitted that it looked very suspicious.

“What's up, Jackson? What about Mom's stuff?"

“Uh...oh! Got it,” Jackson said while giving the items in his hand to his mother. The young woman received the item and held it with a slightly suspicious look in her eyes.

It's up high. Why did Jackson pick it out so quickly?

Before Mom could be more suspicious, Jackson had a cheerful smile on his face. Then he pushed her thin shoulders and walked towards the kitchen. “Hurry up, Mom, I'm really hungry.”

"Okay, the food is almost ready."

Jackson Wang smiled as his eyes secretly glanced at the pale figure sitting motionless as a stucco doll on a tall cabinet with grateful eyes. Even if he doesn't turn to look.

No one knew that Mark was in the house. which he was satisfied with that way

“I hate Teacher Jaebum. I will do you magic. I will turn buffalo skin into gold. I'm going to make voodoo, I'm going to stab, stab, stab, stab Master's body, hehe!”

“Jinyoung...that's a lot.”

Park Jin Young made a face at his close friend Jackson Wang. It's good that he didn't make gestures with his words. Because it probably looks more distorted than it already is.

“Why does he like to tease me so much? Doesn't your boyfriend love you? If you make a fuss, call, make a fuss, and say hello. If you don't see him, call. Hey, I'm a student, not a slave.” Jinyoung continued to tell Jackson his story with a bruised face that was completely devoid of pity.

"Master, he doesn't have a girlfriend."

“If you don't have it, just find it.”

“He might be flirting with you,” Jackson said, narrowing his eyes in boredom. Seeing him complain like this every day, he always had to brake with this sentence.

Only kindergarteners couldn't see that Teacher Jaebum was flirting with Jinyoung.

I don't know what's good about it...sigh.

“Is this what you call flirting all the time?” Jinyoung moaned breathlessly. Even though his face was sullen, his cheeks were so red that Jackson laughed loudly in his throat.

"When people are in love, What is it about people? That's all we want to know. Otherwise, why does Master call you so often? I think he has your number alone in the room,” Jackson said, wrapping his head around his friend's shoulder. Try using your tone of voice to make the other person believe your words.

Let's love each other, this couple. He cheered at the whole level.

"Speak like you're in love. Why, when you're in love, do you want to get involved in other people's affairs?"

“Well…” Jackson was speechless. The young man pursed his lips. The words he was about to say suddenly disappeared as he began to think.

That's it...maybe the fact that we've already fallen in love with someone. What we want to do is the next thing. It may be searching for various information. of people we like.

“Actually, there was never love. But you're just being nice to yourself,” Jinyoung said, waving his hands around disdainfully. “People who still don't understand love have no right to teach others.”

Yes...Jackson doesn't understand.

“You talk like you understand love,” Jackson said back.

“I don't know like you…” Jinyoung said, rubbing his nose. Before pulling out the phone from his pocket, he looked at the screen when it vibrated. “What kind of man really dies?”

“Teacher Jaebum?”

I don't understand at all...

“Oh, don't look at me like that. It's nothing.” Jinyoung stared at Jackson with green eyes. A slender finger pointed at his friend, who was looking at him with mocking eyes.

"really"

“Dammit Jackson!”

“Hahaha”

Jackson doesn't understand why...

Why does Mark's face have to pop up in his mind first when talking about people he likes?

Never before had Jackson felt so close to an insane asylum that he wanted to go and lie down there.

Maybe he had lost his mind following Park Jinyoung or it was his nature but it just came to light today. Or worse That is, a crazy ghost came into his body. and forced his mind to choose to walk here.

Well, maybe it's the latter, after all, he's been friends with ghosts for many years now.

The slightest hesitation no longer affected Jackson's decision. The young man slowly but firmly walked into the medium sized house opposite his house. Sharp eyes peered into the house. before he could even reach out and ring the doorbell. A voice rang out first.

“Who are you!!”

Oui...it looks like he just stepped into a vortex of trouble...

Mark sat swinging his legs and playing on the sun-bleached red roof. Amber eyes looked down below. It appeared that the figure of an old woman in a dull dress, with a hot expression, was scolding at Jackson for daring to walk around the house without permission. He had no reaction to the sight but continued to look. Until Jackson disappeared into that house.

The lips that had always been smooth...twitched.

Jackson went back up to his room. And then it was said that Mark was taking a walk...on the ceiling of his room.

Always likes to make me feel frightened.

“Come on down Mark, I'm terrified.” The last part made him act like he was getting goosebumps as well. Make Mark agree to come down and sit quietly. On the ground in good condition

Jackson looked at Mark who was looking in another direction. How long was his fiery red hair from the first day he met him? Today it is still only long. Just like Mark's expression was still as smooth as the ocean without ripples as he had described it. Every element of Mark had been the same since the first day he met him at the age of ten.

Because Mark is not a person...

“Mark,” Jackson called out.

Mark raised his head and looked at Jackson's face, which he had already looked at before. Amber eyes met Jackson's dark ones. One person's eyes were smooth and calm. The other person was filled with trembling. Both inside the chest and eyes The young man slowly Walk slowly towards Mark. Both hands moved in mid-air.

Meant to touch Mark's shoulder once...

He just came to his senses. He had never once touched Mark's body. When you want to touch Mark would always disappear and reappear in another place. Something that confirms that he should have touched Mark. It's the occasional help that shows Mark can only handle things.

But something was telling him...that this time Mark wouldn't dodge.

And then finally A strong hand touched him on Mark's shoulder. Mark's shoulders were much smaller than expected. Maybe it was because of the shirt the other party was wearing. Mark's body was shockingly cold. But it was not strange to know that the figure in front of him had no life force. Jackson's face slowly softened.

Slowly move closer to Mark. To try and see if Mark will run away from him again in the end.

Surprisingly, the answer is – no.

Mark's body didn't smell as sweet as fresh flowers. But it's a cool smell. Like the mist that covers the city when the cold moves around. Surprisingly, Jackson chose to inhale it again. The faces of the two began to shrink in distance. Meanwhile, Mark's expression and eyes remained exactly the same.

Still...smooth...and emotionless

“Mark...if you don't hide now.”

Jackson's eyes moved downwards, resting on the petals of his mouth.

“I will kiss you.”

And then Jackson felt the taste of Mark's lips... without Mark even thinking about disappearing from there like he should have for the slightest...

“Yes, Teacher. If I don't rely on my teacher, I don't know who to turn to.”

Jackson made a pleading face (?) like a poor child towards Teacher Im Jaebum, ending the action with eyes blinking rapidly like a little girl begging for money from a rich man.

But Jackson isn't a bitch. And Jaebum is not a rich man.

“Get out of here, kid. Wasting time doing other people's work."

Jackson grimaced. If it weren't for the fact that Professor Jaebum has a relative who works with detectives. He didn't think he would beg his teacher to lose his foot like this.

“Hey, no teacher. Teacher, you must help me. I'm really in trouble. Very, very, very much. There's nothing more trouble than this. Teacher, please help me.”

“What's the matter with you, Jackson Wang? It seems like you're still not satisfied with the homework numbers you gave me that time, right? That's why you've made me annoyed again." No matter what, Jaebum still slammed his hand down hard on Jackson's midsection until he barely shrunk his neck to escape.

“I miss you, teacher. Violent with children"

“Well, you came to ask for something that doesn't make sense. I'm a teacher, not Conan. No matter what you investigate, I won't do it."

Jackson grunted. If he were older enough to hire someone to do the counting himself, he wouldn't come to the teacher to lose his temper! Sharp eyes stared at Teacher Bangkerdklao (?) with resentment for a moment. Until his clever brain (?) came up with something.

“So what if I have a trade-off?”

Jaebeom narrowed his eyes at the irritating student as if he didn't really believe Jackson's words. He used his legs to turn the chair around, showing complete indifference. “What?”

“Teacher, do you want to be Jinyoung's girlfriend?”

That's all... the spinning chair suddenly stopped.

Wow...the purpose isn't very clear at all - Jackson is a bit confused.

Jackson smiled. Starting to feel like I'm a little more advanced. The young man tilted his head slightly. It's like I'm deliberately trying to annoy you. Hips just touching the edge of the teacher's desk. “I can help.”

“What do you want me to do?” His expression of indifference immediately changed to one of interest.

“It's like this...”

Jackson threw his school bag onto the bed like always. But instead, the thing that spread onto the bed next was his back like it used to be. Instead, it was a casual shirt and matching pants. The tall figure walked into the bathroom without thinking about asking Mark about his welfare like he usually did. The sound of the door closing was so loud that it echoed throughout the room.

It's like a closed person is having a hot issue about something...

The owner of the amber eyes was still dangling his legs on Jackson's desk. As my eyes stared out the window

And then Mark's figure disappeared from there. Without even thinking of saying goodbye to Jackson.

Jackson didn't feel upset that he couldn't find Mark when he opened the door. It didn't take him long to put on his clothes and shovel the necessary items into his favorite bag. The young man ran down the stairs, his voice so tense that he hit his mother. But this was not the time for him to sit down and apologize for that. So he could only shout back that he would come to punish him when he returned. Before his body disappeared behind the carved wooden door of the house.

"Master, are you sure it's here?"

Jackson repeated his question to his teacher. Then he made a face when he looked at what was in front of him. Jaebum bared his teeth at his mischievous student's father. He took a gulp of the smoothie in his hand. and replied in a curt voice “That's all I can find out. What do you expect from a math teacher like me?”

Jackson raised his mouth until it touched his nose. Before he was punished by his teacher for acting disbelieving on him. He had already jumped into what he saw before him.

"Oh, it smells so bad."

The young man exclaimed as he walked into the 'abandoned house'. The smell of putrefaction mixed with the pungent smell of sewage that was everywhere. The scenery was filled with all sorts of detritus that made Jackson want to vomit. Know and know. But what he had to do made him unable to retreat from the house.

Sharp eyes scanned the area for whatever he was trying to find. Until something appeared in my field of vision.

He found me...

"I found it, Master!"

Jackson meets Mark again at the same old woman's house. He sat on the edge of a high cement wall without fear of falling. Mark didn't look down at Jackson. Instead, he looked silently at the wide floor beneath his feet. The young man looked up at the redhead for a moment before letting out a breath. He looked down at the item in his hand. before dropping to his knees on the floor under where Mark was sitting.

In front of a person's grave...

“Duan Yi En...is that you?”

As soon as his words were spoken, Mark's figure disappeared from the ridge of the wall and appeared in front of the grave. Mark's eyes remained smooth. Everything is the same as before. Dark and amber eyes met.

Once again, Jackson acted bravely. Touching Mark's body

“If I do this...you will go to peace, right?”

What was in Jackson's hand were the bones of Duan Yi'en, a young man who had been kidnapped and killed after falling down a ladder and seeing something he shouldn't have seen. His body remains at the murder site. Or is it that abandoned house? Mark, who was unwilling to be killed, was merely a ghost floating around the city. I only hope that someone would go and collect his bones and do something right.

At least it was in his empty grave.

But that could be interpreted to mean...Jackson won't see Mark again.

Mark's hand slowly dropped to his side. Move up and touch lightly. Jackson's shoulder seemed to be comforting. The light touch easily warmed Jackson's heart. The breath of a living person brushed against the pale skin of Mark's cheek. The distance between their faces gradually became shorter.

This time it was not Jackson's work.

But it's Mark...

The wind blew softly on both of their faces. Brush the strands of hair to gently flutter with the wind. The two young men's lips met in a silence that seemed very comfortable.

It was the goodbye kiss that Jackson hated the most...

Jackson's cheeks felt wet. I don't know if it came from his eyes or Mark's. Strong arms wrapped Mark's body close to him. It was the tightest hug he'd ever given Mark...and it would be the last hug he'd ever have with this person in his arms.

And when he opened his eyes...he wouldn't look at Mark's face again...

Please look at it as a drama fic.

OTL

While cycling, we secretly looked at the number of pages.

Oh my god! Thirteen faces, what an auspicious number.

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