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From time to time he remembered his dreams; those he used to have when he was alive. They used to be about their future. Chan had always wanted to be someone famous, maybe a dancer or a singer. But, looking back at all, he thought it wasn't so bad to be a ghost. He had saved himself from finishing his degree, going bankrupt for not getting a job and the way he would have been disinherited when his mother found out that he liked boys more than girls.
He cleared his thoughts. If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to concentrate.
He made a pout when the TV changed channels. The old woman next to him in the sofa decided to remove the Turkish novel which he was finally understanding to leave a history documentary.
He probably should have scared that old lady the day she arrived at the apartment, but the novels that the woman used to leave on television at least entertained him enough to not have to think much about other stuff. But, if she was going to trade novels for documentaries, Chan would definitely have to get her out of the place. Either way, Chan was already a bit jealous of his apartment. He had saved enough to buy it himself in the past, which he would not have done if he had known that a witch would soon curse him into a ghost.
He sighed resigned. The apartment was still technically his, despite having (supposedly) disappeared overnight; and so he had the right to turn away anyone who tried to rent the place, right?
And it was night, so he had it easy.
First he got up and went to the lamp in the corner of the room. He turned it on and off a couple of times, but he only got the woman to narrow her eyes curiously, perhaps believing that her dream was beginning to play tricks on her. Then he went to the kitchen, opened the cupboard and dropped a couple of porcelain plates on the floor, breaking them into pieces and making loud sounds.
"Soo?" the woman asked, calling to the kitten that used to show up once in a while.
Chan involuntarily pouted. Did the old woman really believe that Chan was just a cat that had come in through the open window?
His last try was his last; if Chan didn't manage to scare her away like that, he should probably retire as a ghost. He lit a candle, returned to the room, and simply waved the flame around her.
It took the woman a split second to process that she was seeing a candle levitate in front of her. She didn't hesitate to run out of there and scream despite the fact that it was still dark outside.
Chan blew on the flame and blew out the candle.
He smiled.
…
“… nonsense, you know. They say it's haunted and things like that.” Chan heard the voice of Jeonghan, the owner of the building, approaching the apartment. There must have been someone else with him, because he also heard a soft laughter after the comment.
"I'm not afraid of haunted things," said the person who laughed in a mocking tone. Chan wished to meet them soon to make them change them mind.
“Great! So how about you take a look at it and then sign the contract? I can give you a friends discount.”
Chan definitely hadn't expected to find a pretty blond opening the door. His cheeks were round and he had a mole under his eye that Chan wished he could touch. And, as absurd as it sounded, Chan had almost thought that the boy was seeing him too; because he was static for a second after opening the door. But that was impossible, because he was just a ghost, and he remembered it when the opposite gaze was lost on the wall behind him and his body was crossed by the boy passing by.
He felt a chill run through him.
Jeonghan followed the blonde into the apartment and Chan stepped back a bit so they wouldn't go through him again.
"Did anyone live here before?" the blond asked and Jeonghan seemed to think about it.
“An old lady.”
The boy smiled a little and Chan would have sworn that if he still had blood running through his veins his cheeks would have turned red at the pretty sight. “And before?”
Jeonghan shrugged, and that made sense because Chan knew that Jeonghan had only recently acquired the building after his father's death, so he wasn't very familiar with the old residents. “I really don't know, Seungkwan. If you want, I could look it up later in my dad's files.”
Seungkwan was a pretty name. It fit him.
“Needless. I was just curious.”
Then, without realizing it, Chan already had a new resident in his apartment to scare away.