limerence ? han dongmin

( boobs and ghosts )

That night, Taesan wrote in his notes app:

Day 3 post-swap.
The ghosts have not left.
I think the boobs... left a memory.

The morning felt cursed.

Not like oh-no-my-toast-burned cursed.
Like there's-a-spirit-living-in-my-locker-and-it-knows-my-mom's-maiden-name cursed.

It started with Jaehyun.

He burst into class with his tote bag flapping and a triumphant expression like he'd cracked the code to the universe. From it, he pulled a stack of printed papers—laminated. With gold glitter around the edges. One of them had googly eyes glued on.

✨ THE RULES OF GHOST CONTACT ✨
(Compiled by Myung Jaehyun, certified spiritual enthusiast)

No one asked. But that had never stopped Jaehyun before.

He handed them out like flyers for an underground concert.

"Read carefully. The spirit could be one of us."
"This isn't a joke, Riwoo. Stop laughing."
"If your friend starts developing mysterious new habits... RUN."

Taesan sat in the back, trying to keep a low profile as he skimmed the list.

Taesan looked up.

Minji, across the room, stared at him.

Smirked.

He choked on his spit.

"Are you okay?" Jaehyun asked, suddenly by his desk, looking far too excited. "Have you experienced any... symptoms?"

Taesan wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "What kind of symptoms?"

Jaehyun sat beside him and pulled out a pen. "Anything unusual? Loss of time? Sudden emotional bursts? Cravings for lemon milk?"

"...I don't even drink lemon milk."

"Interesting," Jaehyun muttered, scribbling. "What about chest pressure? Tingling in the... upper regions?"

Taesan looked at him.

"...Boobs?" he said, in a hushed tone.

Jaehyun nodded solemnly.

Taesan leaned in. "Are they... supposed to be heavy?"

There was a pause.

Jaehyun cleared his throat. "I touched them once. They have... some weight."

Taesan nodded slowly, traumatized. "Yeah. Yeah, they do."

"Where did this question come from, exactly?"

"I just... think my shoulder alignment's been different since Monday."

Jaehyun made a note. It read:
Shoulder trauma. Boob ghost.

"Taesan," he whispered, "you may be carrying more than just emotional baggage."

Before Taesan could respond, Jaehyun slapped another glittered pamphlet onto his desk.

✨ HOW TO SPOT THE POSSESSED ✨

Step 1: Watch for the smirk.
Step 2: Boobs.
Step 3: If they dodge questions—they're hiding something.

Taesan turned his head.

Minji was now chewing her gum with one leg swung over the other like she was posing for a teen drama poster. She caught his eye.

Smirked again.

He looked back at Jaehyun.

"I think it's her."

"Who?"

"The ghost. The possessor. The smirker."

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes. "We strike at midnight."

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( author's note )

pretty short yes. BUT, be grateful i'm giving you a lil somethin to obsess over. and please vote, comment and share. this might be my fav story

( author's note )

sorry for the extremely short chapter, was made in a rush :)