“The Ghost, The Confession & The Closet”

The ghost 👻👻 and the love 😘😘 in closet something is cooking cooking 🍳🍳😁😁

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🌙💼🏙️🧋🕯️👻🖤

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Midnight, Jeon Corporates Headquarters.

Yn sat curled up on the company’s velvet couch, wrapped in Jungkook’s oversized hoodie like it was holy armor.

Her heart still raced from the creepy shadow in the hallway earlier.

The glow.

The growl.

The flying chair!?

Was it a real ghost? Or… was Mi-Ra messing with her again?

She sipped the hot chocolate Jungkook brought her from the staff café.

It was perfectly sweet — just like his unexpected kindness tonight.

He returned, casually tossing his phone on the coffee table. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing a tattoo on his forearm.

Yn blinked. “You have tattoos?”

Jungkook grinned. “You’re just noticing that now?”

“I try not to look at you too much.”

“Why?” he teased, leaning closer. “Afraid you’ll fall in love?”

Yn scoffed. “I’m more afraid you’ll flirt me into a coma.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So you admit it’s flirting now?”

She nearly choked on her hot chocolate.

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🌫️💻 Ghost Files & Hidden Truths 💻🌫️

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Jungkook handed her a sleek silver laptop.

“Watch this,” he said, pulling up the company’s old surveillance footage.

They fast-forwarded through dull scenes… until…

The same shadowy figure appeared near the marketing hallway — glowing eyes and all.

Yn gasped. “It’s not just my imagination!”

“Yeah,” Jungkook muttered. “This started weeks ago. But you’re the first person it’s actually… followed.”

“Followed?!” she squeaked. “You say that like it's cute!”

“Maybe the ghost has a crush on you too,” he smirked.

She groaned and covered her face.

“But jokes aside…” Jungkook’s eyes grew serious. “This floor was shut down for two years before I reopened it. Something weird lingers.”

Yn whispered, “Then why keep us here?”

He leaned back. “Because I want to figure out what it is. And I need someone who’s… fearless.”

“I literally screamed into a mop yesterday.”

“And yet… you’re still here,” he said softly.

That made her pause.

Was he… proud of her?

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🌀🕯️ The Elevator Incident 🕯️🌀

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The next morning, Yn walked into the office elevator alone. She pressed the button for her floor…

Suddenly, the elevator shuddered. The lights flickered.

Ding…

It stopped at the wrong floor.

The doors opened to darkness.

“…Not today, Satan,” she muttered, jamming the CLOSE button.

But before it shut—

A hand reached in.

She screamed.

Only to see—

“Oh my God—Jungkook!?”

He was standing there, holding two cups of iced boba.

“I brought breakfast,” he said nonchalantly.

“Were you trying to kill me?!”

“I knocked on your desk. You weren’t there. Thought I’d surprise you.”

She glared at him as he stepped in.

The elevator shuddered again and came to a halt.

The lights blinked out.

Total darkness.

Yn froze. “No. No. No. Not again.”

Jungkook sighed, pulling out his phone.

“No signal.”

“Why are horror movies always my life lately?!”

“Relax.” He tapped on the flashlight app and aimed it up at his face. “Boo.”

“Jungkook Jeon!”

He grinned. “You look cute when you’re mad.”

She stepped away, blushing furiously.

There they were — stuck in a tiny elevator, no signal, eerie silence.

Until—

BANG!

The elevator creaked violently.

Yn grabbed Jungkook’s arm instinctively.

His voice dropped. “Okay… maybe this is creepy now.”

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✨Closet Confessions (Literally)✨

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After the elevator finally returned to normal, the two of them exited breathlessly into the hallway.

“That’s it,” Yn muttered. “I’m bringing garlic and salt to work tomorrow.”

“You planning to season the ghost to death?”

They laughed.

He walked her to the storage room to grab some props for the next shoot.

While looking for photo props, the door behind them suddenly swung shut.

CLICK.

Locked.

Yn spun. “Oh come on!”

Jungkook tried the handle. “Someone locked it from the outside.”

“No windows. No phones. No food. This is how we die.”

“At least we’ll die stylishly,” Jungkook said, dramatically posing with a feather boa he found in a box.

Yn burst into laughter. “You’re impossible!”

“And you’re… distracting.”

She paused. “What?”

He smiled, this time not teasing.

“I’ve worked with dozens of creative minds. None like you.”

“Are you buttering me up so I won’t scream again?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m being real.”

Her heart fluttered — fast.

The storage closet felt ten times smaller. Her back hit a shelf. His hands braced on either side of her.

His voice lowered.

“Ever since you joined, it’s like… my world flipped. I smile more. Work feels lighter.”

“Jungkook…”

“I know I’m your boss. And this is probably insane. But I just needed to say it—”

BANG!

The door opened.

Mi-Ra stood there.

“Oh. Sorry to interrupt your little… storage date.”

Yn and Jungkook jumped apart.

Jungkook stepped forward, calm but cold. “Do you need something, Mi-Ra?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Just keeping an eye on the marketing intern. Wouldn’t want another accidental photoshoot.”

Yn clenched her jaw.

Jungkook muttered, “Ignore her.”

But Yn’s brain and heart were in chaos.

Did Jungkook… just confess?

Was it a joke? Or something more?

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🌌 Nightfall and Unknown Notes… 📝🌌

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After a whirlwind day, Yn returned to her desk and found a folded note tucked under her laptop.

She unfolded it carefully.

📝 “You're more than just a ghost-chaser.

You're the only mystery I want to solve.

— J.J.”

Her heart stopped.

“J.J.”

Jungkook Jeon?

She turned the note over — no other clue.

Suddenly—

The lights flickered.

Her monitor glitched.

And from behind her, a soft whisper.

"You're not safe here…"

Yn spun around.

No one.

Just the dim office behind her… and an open door to the break room, slowly creaking closed.

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Poetry of the Episode

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❝ In silence and shadows, confessions bloom,

In closets and elevators — love makes room.

A whisper, a note, a heart left bare,

In haunted halls, does someone care? ❞

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