This chapter contains slightly heavy topics! I hope this doesn't trigger anyone.

Author's POV

How does it feel to have someone who is by your side almost 24/7, and everywhere you go except the bathroom? Well to popular people who have a lot of clingy friends, they might feel annoyed. I said MIGHT, because I am not sure if they do feel annoyed and also because...I am not popular. But to lonely loners like you and me, who are ready to make a friend, it might seem to be the coolest thing in the world. I mean, yes, it might get weird, but come on! The whole world itself is weird.

For Namjoon, he was having a blast. He finally had someone who truly cared for him and someone Namjoon could care for. I mean Jin was a ghost but he still had slight irrelevant worries about him. What if he gets in a fight with a bad ghost? What if ends up going to hell? Just things like these. Now for their chemistry, it was like they were soulmates or something. They had so many similarities and stuff. They were basically the bestest besties.

They also have been best friends for around 4 months. These months were filled with fun memories. And yeah, they couldn't exactly hang out in a normal way cause...Jin was a ghost. He couldn't talk to Joon word to word for the same reason. But still, they found many ways to spend time together. For example, watching Kdramas, watching horror movies late at night and Jin spoiling the mood by telling the actual facts about ghosts. They even tried ghost hunting. It was not quite successful because they nearly got chased by a bad ghost. Though, I still can't believe that Namjoon isn't mentally paranoid after that ghost encounter. Namjoon actually didn't see the ghost but did notice a lot of paranormal activities and Jin confirmed that it wasn't him.

When Namjoon was with Jin, he wasn't scared of anything that came his way. He knew that Jin would protect him. And if there was a way, Namjoon would do the same.

Namjoon bopped his head to the rhythm of the song while finishing his third essay. He took out his ethics book and started doing the last homework. He was still in full hype and singing along to the lyrics. "I told this song was fucking bop didn't I?" He yelled out to Jin who was floating randomly in the air. Namjoon obviously couldn't see him doing that. And one thing that you need to know about Namjoon is that he curses a little bit with people he is extremely close to. I mean he doesn't usually curse, because he didn't have a person who he was close to.

"Yeah, yeah, stop showing off your music taste" A voice called out. Namjoon stopped. He slowly put his pen down, and gently closed the music, he even stopped blinking for a second. "Was that you, Jin?" "Yup!" His voice was the calmest and smoothest voice Namjoon had ever heard in his entire life. It sounded extremely nice.

"BITCH!" Namjoon yelled without any concern because again, no one was in the house. "Why the hell didn't you ever tell me that you can fucking speak!?" "Oh...well...I thought you would freak out-" Jin got cut off. "FUCK YOU! Do you know how shit much frustrating it is to speak to someone and have them reply to you through damn written words?" Ok, maybe Namjoon curses a lot with people he is close to.

"I am sorry ok! Damn!" Jin laughed. "Sorry, my ass!" Namjoon took a pillow and threw it to his right side. The pillow literally passed through Jin's body. "Haha, loser! Did you not know that things like these don't hit a ghost. Dumb assed bitch!" Jin continued laughing extremely hard. "Then what should I do!? Should I bring a ghost catcher or something?" Namjoon as well joined in the laughing after saying that

"Though you still have to do something for not telling me." "What is it?" Jin asked after calming down. "Answer the questions that I have always wanted to ask but never had the guts to do so." "You are talking as if you are talking to your crush. Like, 'Oh my God! I never had the guts to ask this...b-but...Do YoU LIkE mE!?' Hahahaha" Jin laughed for the final time after mimicking a voice. Namjoon slapped his forehead. "Oh my damn goodness! Fuck off already! You know that's not what I meant, you dramatic assed bitch."

"Yeah yeah, I know. But I am sure you will prefer that after doing that shit amount of homework." "I mean, you are right. Though, I am nearly done. So don't dare to disappear without answering." "Yeah I won't," Namjoon nodded. Then he turned on the music and started working.

Namjoon cracked his knuckles after finishing his final essay. He stood up and stretched his limbs. He was ready to ask his questions. "Bruh, are you even there?" He said and comfortably sat on his bed with his back on the headboard and a comfy pillow on his lap. "I am" "So let's begin, shall we? And I want a brief answer." "Yeah, whatever."

"I hope you don't mind me asking...But how did you die?" It took Jin a little bit of a while before saying it. "I committed suicide." He said lightly. Namjoon's eyes softened. A brave soldier was in front of him. Not literally a soldier but you know what I mean. "Was it hard to live?" Namjoon asked softly. "Everything I did was...worthless. All my love and effort was thrown out of the window. I was the one who was blamed. It was too suffocating and frustrating to live, so I gave up. And now, I am sure that they call me weak."

"Why do you think that?" "Because, when I was alive, everyone told me that those people who kill themselves are losers. They are weaklings who couldn't live up to reality. So now that I have died, I am sure that they call me weak, a person who couldn't be strong enough to live." Jin's voice became sadder. "Those people said that because they never saw the actual reality. They just never understood the pain that we go through.

They call us weak just because we didn't live like they do. And this is not called giving up. It's called giving yourself the peace that you deserve. You guys are the strongest people that I know. You had the guts to actually do it. I am sure you guys went through so much pain in your life. And having to finally give yourself freedom from this living hell is just so brave! I am so proud of you." Namjoon smiled while nearly crying. Talking about this just nearly triggered his memories. He really didn't want Jin thinking that he was weak after going through whatever he went through.

"Thank you for...thinking of me like that." If Jin was visible and tangible then Namjoon would definitely have given him a tight hug. "I have told you all about me and my shitty past. Wanna tell about yourself and let out your misery? It's fine if you don't." Jin sighed and started speaking.

"I am Kim Seokjin, as you know. I died at the age of 20. My current age in the human world is 22. I used to be a first-year university student majoring in psychology. I was studying to become a criminal psychologist." Now I am sure that you thought that Jin told Namjoon about his age or education already, but he didn't. He said that he will after a while.

"Wow, you are younger than me!" Namjoon said. "My family consisted of 6 people, including me. I had 2 brothers and one sister. I was also the youngest of the family, just like you. I loved my siblings, sometimes even more than my parents. I loved them so much that I would do almost anything for them. I really don't know why I was like that. Maybe because they were the only people who understood me and were the closest to me, more like pretended to be.

As time passed by and we grew older, I noticed that they started to use me. They would bring me as bait to lure their enemies. Or maybe let their rivals beat me when they lost a bet. I loved them too much so I let them use me. But all of that stopped after they crossed the limitations.

One day I saw them killing someone. They caught me witnessing the murder. They just smiled at me and I didn't notice my noona pushing me onto the dead body. My fingerprints accidentally got caught on the dead person and the knife. My siblings then framed me for committing murder. All my love was thrown out of the window and crushed into pieces. Rumours about me started spreading and then the police came and arrested me. My siblings without any guilt straight up lied, saying that they saw me killing that guy.

My heart was hurting at the gruesome betrayal. The prosecution interrogated me and forced me to admit to my so-called crimes. I practically begged them to believe me that I didn't do it. But nothing worked. And then the final thing happened at the trial. The prosecutor straight up made me a criminal and because of him I was sentenced to extra 20 years of imprisonment."

"Then when did you commit suicide?" Namjoon asked. "When I was in prison. I took my shirt, wrapped it around my neck then tied it to the window that was high up. It was pretty hard because it was so high. But I managed to bring in some bricks from the outside to make a level. And then I did it." Jin sighed. "I see. Do you regret your decision, though?"

"Not a bit! I am happy that I did it." "I am glad. Also, aren't ghosts supposed to go to either hell or heaven?" "Well yeah, but it depends on the soul. If they still have regrets then they can become ghosts and wait until they have fulfilled their disire. But if they are meant to go to hell, then even if they have regrets they just have to go to hell." "I see. But then why are you a ghost?" "Well, there is something I need to do before I go to paradise." "What is it?" "Not gonna tell you just yet!" Jin said with a mocking voice. "You cheeky bastard!" Namjoon laughed.

"Also tell me, I am the only person that can see your writings and hear you?" Namjoon asked again. "Well...yeah, duh!"

I honestly hate people who call suicide victims weak.

Like how dare you!? Do you know how much they might have suffered and pretend to be ok? You should call them strong for keeping up with this leaving hell even though they were dying inside!