Being a ghost did have its perks, but having to watch and help matchmake your own girlfriend with your arch-enemy who caused your death isnt one of them. Foreword   “It’s all your fault, Doojoon,” she repeated once again. “And I am never - ever - going to forgive you, much less love you!” With a tight slap on his right cheek, she ran off, crying, leaving him standing there, his heart breaking into a million pieces.   “Yoseob... I didn’t mean it... I didn’t mean it...” And he too broke down, in front of my grave.   I guess I really was dead, huh?-a/n: i decided to create another account instead of restarting my old one. i just felt like starting anew, so welcome to the first story of mine, i guess... this oneshot is actually based off the song "say no" by b2st, and its actually one of those rare times that im writing angst and something a little supernatural-ish.