phantom: episode four ❄️ (Patreon)

"A story about a sad, depressed girl and a dead boy who needs her help."

edit: (VIDEO EDITING ERROR) here's the continuation of the plot in case you can't read it on the video:

I don't see V for another week again. I don't exactly know why, but he never showed up in my room or anything like he usually does, so I just assumed he was just busy.

Which is odd, considering he is dead.

Today is Friday, and tonight is the party that Jungkook invited me to. For the rest of the week, both Jungkook and Jimin dedicated themselves to persuading me to come. At lunch, it was all they'd talk about. What's so great about this party anyway?

Like who even is that "friend" they are talking about? That "friend" who throws the biggest parties?

Neither of my parents are off work yet, so I have the house to myself.

I think about starting my homework and almost want to vomit at the thought, quickly discarding that option.

I stared at the window of my room. Across the snowy green trees, I can make out the small space and dirth pat that leads into that abandoned road.

Before I can decide against it, I push out the large window and climb down through the wooden stairs, the snow crumbs being heard immediately.

The walking distance seems longer now than it did when V took me here, and I wonder if it's because I'm alone now. I start to think that I may be going the wrong way, but I soon see the top of the familiar trees up ahead.

I step into the abandoned road, taking a moment to appreciate it's beauty despite the weather. I hear rustling and look up at one of the trees bordering the clearing.

Brown eyes lock with mine and V smiles at me from a branch high above the ground.

"Hi." he greets me, leaning back on his palms. "I saw you coming from your room."

"Yeah." I say.

"Want to join me up here?" He asks, a sly smile sliding across his face.

"No, thanks." I say.

"Ah, yes." He rolled his eyes.

A breeze blows my hair over my shoulder. "So.. what are you doing up there?"

"Watching the world from above." V shrugs. "Trees are fun."

I hold my hands behind my back, shivering at the cold weather. "Your friends invited me to a party tonight."

He raises an eyebrow. "Which friends?"

"Jungkook and Jimin."

He looks thoughtful for a moment before pushing himself up on the branch effortlessly dropping down to the ground. He lands on his feet and straightens up, taking a few steps towards me.

"Where is it at?" He says, stopping a few feet away from me.

"I don't know. I forgot to ask."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Wait. Jungkook asked you right? You've got to go!"

I cross my arms over my chest. "Why?"

"Jungkook knows the best parties. The best."

"So what?"

"What, you against parties or something?"

I flinch. "No, I just don't like them. Is that such a sin?"

He notices my change in mood and tilts his head slightly to the side. "You should still go. I want you to have fun."

I look away from him.

"Can I ask you something?" I say, looking back up at him.

"Anything," he says, sending me a short smile.

"How am I supposed to help you.. you know, find who killed you?" I pause. "I mean. Why do you even need me?"

"That's simple." He replied. "You're alive." I stare at him. "How odd would it be is someone you thought was dead was investigating their own murder? I've been waiting for someone like you to move into our house."

"So whoever moved in would just be the chosen one?"

"The chosen one? He lets out a laugh. "Sure if you want to look at it that way, but no. I wouldn't have trusted just anyone who moved in."

"You interest me, Y/N." he says. "You're very different than the most people that live in this town.

I ask again, "I mean, do you have any persons of interest in mind or anything?"

V runs his tongue over his lips, looking up at the sky. "Not exactly."

"That's helpful, V." I retort.

Instead of answering me, he just stares.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He smiles slightly, looking away from me.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No." he says, locking eyes with me again. "I just haven't heard anyone say my name in a while."

I am struck by yet another thing I take for granted as a living person.

"V." I say again and his smile widens, eliciting a small smile from me.

He looks up at the sky, towards the sun, then back at me. "It's almost five thirty." he says. "You should go get ready for the party."

"What, I'm not going to that party." I say, shaking my head. "And how did you know it was five thirty?"

"The sun's close enough to the horizon." He winked. "And yes, babe. You're going to the party."

I blushed at the sudden nickname.

"Come on now. You'll go, and you'll ask about me." He smiles.

"Ask about you? Won't the be suspicious?"

"Everyone will be half drunk anyway."

I let out a sigh. "Fine. Fine. I'll go." I groaned. "But how are my parents going to let me out?"

"Tell your dad you'll watch the documentary series with him on Saturday."

"How did you-"

"Observation, Y/N." He smiles. "Meet me back here when you get home."

I nod. He still smiles at me, and my lips involuntarily smile back at him.

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