memories written in blue

“jungkook it’s me.” namjoon’s ghost pouted “kim namjoon? the guy you played with?” how can he ever forget “i know who you are.” “then why are you acting like this?” “because namjoon is in the town hall and he’s also twenty-five.” jungkook answered, maintaining his distance while the ghost tried to be closer. who knows what tricks did he have under his sleeve? but his breath hitched, and he asked with a low voice “which year is it…?” “it’s been eight years since you left.” eight years of no contact and he comes back as a ghost. namjoon’s eyes widened.. “impossible” he gasped "it's been three years. i’m sure. i- i- just slept here yesterday and-“ the frown on his face deepened “you look like jungkook. but how come i don’t understand.”orjungkook's dream of becoming a guitarist and playing in a band speeds up when two namjoons show up- one is real, twenty-five and a world-famous rapper while the other- well, he's a spirit, nineteen and kind of a loser. it's confusing and chaotic to say the least. [based on her blue sky}