Jimin didn't show himself for days after what happened. It left Jungkook confused and well, he hates to admit but, lonely. He tried to speak to it. Calling out its name and cursing and shouting statements that would otherwise anger the spirit. But it doesn't show itself or atleast haunt the things around Jungkook like what a normal ghost does.

Jungkook blinked at the white ceiling above him for the umpteenth time. Time didn't matter. He didn't know what date or month it was. All he knows is he got very unlucky that his friends convinced him to play that stupid board and summon this spirit of midnight and now he's paying the price.

The boy sighs. If he earned money for all the sighs he let out today, he'd be a billionaire.

Groggily, Jungkook sat up the bed, didn't bother to take a shower and went straight to the kitchen. Just like everyday since Jimin's last visit, there was always a neat pile of fresh clothes by the bed and a meal waiting for him at the kitchen. The old fridge that stood beside the rusty stove gained more and more guests inside its walls. Jimin must've been shopping for him. Or whatever the fuck he does to get the grocery he places on the cupboards.

Jungkook sat down on one of the chairs, bored out of his mind as he leans on the palm of his right hand, propping his elbow on the table. A bowl of white rice with a plate of chicken curry laid out in front of him today. He pulls the food closer to him and starts to eat.

As he digs in, he can't help but wonder why?

Why is Jimin feeding me and taking care of me? Why isn't he showing himself anymore? He said he can kill me in a snap so why hasn't he done it? What is he planning to do with me?

A sigh left his lips again then in the corner of his eye, he sees a stark blue paper posted on the center of the fridge. Hastily, Jungkook got up and snatched the note in his hands.

Are you feeling better? You got sick yesterday and I left a pill for you on the bedside table. You saw it but you didn't take it?

Jungkook crumpled the paper in his hand. "Where are you?"

No one answered. Again.

"Look, Jimin why am I here? Why are you stalling? Aren't we supposed to find out about your past? Am I not supposed to help you? Why aren't we doing anything?" He asked in frustration. When no one answered again, he marched down the hallway and went to the basement.

He approached the sword that was hanged on the wall, unsheathed it and pointed the thing dangerously close to his neck.

Jungkook chuckled darkly. "If you plan on keeping me like this forever, I'm not going to let it happen." He inched the sword closer until he felt the sharpest point breaking his skin. He felt blood trickle down his neck and fall to his shoulders. If Jimin's not going to show up, he's not going to stop.

His eyes flicker all around the room, wary for any sign of the ghost. Tears started to cloud his eyes, his frustration growing stronger as Jimin continued not to show itself.

"Jimin! Where the hell are you?!" His voice breaks pathetically at the end.

Jungkook clenches his eyes close, bracing himself for the push of the knife that will end his life. The knife slices deeper and deeper—

"Jungkook! Stop!"

Jungkook's hand lets go of the knife, a sharp gasp echoing in the room. Jimin runs to him, worry on its face as he cups his cheek.

"What the fuck are you thinking?"

Jungkook loses it. He leans into the spirit's touch and sobs. He wraps his arms around the latter and cries harder on its chest. The sudden action suprised Jimin that he stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. Jungkook cried for quite a while, unconsciously hugging Jimin tighter and it felt funny for the ghost but he hugged the mortal too. When Jungkook calmed down, Jimin was roughly shoved away.

"I almost killed myself!" Jungkook glared. "You stupid bastard! You left me alone for like months!"

"It's only been a few weeks." Jimin countered.

"I'm going to go insane in this house! What are you doing? What-what am I doing?"

Jimin groaned dramatically. "Can you shut up? You're too loud. Makes my head hurt."

Jungkook sputtered in his words, a strong anger forming in his chest. "I almost killed myself and you're telling me to shut up?" He picked up the knife again and swung it wildly across Jimin's form. It dug into its shoulder but he didn't get a reaction from Jimin. The other just grabbed his wrist and pulled the knife out like it was nothing. The wound healed immediately and Jimin sighed, throwing the knife behind.

"Jungkook." It started. Jungkook backed away in fear. "Hey, I said I'm not gonna hurt you, right? Trust me."

Jungkook shook his head weakly.

Jimin grabbed his hand, he tried to pull it away but the other's grip was firm.

"Listen. I—" He glared at Jimin and surprisingly the latter looked away rather than pinning him down with an intimidating gaze. "There's something you need to know."

Jungkook curled his eyebrows in response.

"It's going to be hard to take in and it's partly why I haven't shown my face to you for a while."

"A while?" He repeated sarcastically.

"Yeah. Sorry about that." Jimin said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "As I said, I found out something that is really fucking ridiculous."

Jungkook curled his brows in deeper confusion.

"But before that..." Jimin trailed off, its eyes leading to his the side of his neck. Jungkook covered it in quick instinct but Jimin was quicker to stop him. The wound was rapidly bleeding and the blood soaked the sleeve of Jungkook's t-shirt. That must be why he felt dizzy.

Jimin inhaled sharply. The sweet smell of blood invading his senses. It ignites the fire inside him and Jungkook's eyes flashed fear again for a moment and he knew his eyes were turning red. He calms himself the best he can. He doesn't want to lose control again. He might not be able to stop this time.

Jungkook flinched as Jimin went closer to his neck, his hands were shaking where they held tightly on Jimin's shoulders. He gasped rather too loudly when he felt a hot and wet tongue prodding on his wound. It made his knees weak. "Jimin..wha—"

"This will heal your wound quickly."

Jimin gathered the rest of the blood on his tongue and cleaned Jungkook's wound. The mortal's blood was driving him crazy. He's had human blood before but this is the sweetest he's ever tasted. Jungkook tasted great. Shit, Jungkook is making him lose control again.

"A-are you done?" Jungkook asked in a small voice, his cheeks heating up. Jimin can clearly hear his erratic heartbeat and his ragged breathing. This must be intimate to him.

"You taste good." Jimin decided to comment nonchalantly, hiding a smirk under his lips as he steps away.

The human blushes darker. He's acting like I didn't grind against his ass that one time.

Jungkook stayed quiet. His eyes boring holes on the floor below him. His hand was touching the part of his neck where the wound once was.

Jimin cleared his throat. "Anyway, uh...your grandma has something to say to you."

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"There's nothing in this house." Yoongi states, scratching his chin idly.

Taehyung hummed in agreement. "Yeah. There's nothing in this house because Jungkook was the one I saw waving at me!"

"I told you it wasn't me! I didn't set a foot inside this house how many times do I have to say that?" Jungkook argued.

"Taehyung leave Kookie alone." Hoseok interfered, his face suggesting that he had enough shit coming from the two.

Jungkook poked his tongue out at Taehyung.

"Why are you taking his side?" Taehyung whined, clutching on the elder's arm.

"Because he's younger."

"It doesn't work that way!" Taehyung huffs. "I'm older that means I'm better."

"What?! You? Mature? Please."

"Who's the one who owns bunny slippers?"

"Who's the one who still watches Barney?"

"Can you two just stop bickering? Shut up for a moment." Yoongi interrupts. "Look what I got." He's holding one of the the antique spirit boards from the basement. It's familiar. The Spirit of Midnight.

"Yoongi hyung, no. Halmeoni said we shouldn't touch whatever's on the basement."

Yoongi scoffed. "You actually believe in ghosts?"

Jungkook snapped his mouth close and nodded.

"Ghosts are not real and I'm going to prove it to you."

Jungkook had a bad feeling about this but when his Yoongi hyung's determined there's no stopping him.

The elder blew the dust of the board and smiled to himself as the contents of the board revealed itself.

Will the spirit of midnight come out and play?

"I'm the spirit of midnight~whoo~ watch out~" Taehyung mocked, laughing at himself afterwards.

A slip of paper fell to the ground and Hoseok grabbed it. "The spirit of midnight was believed to be a myth until a witch summoned it and lost control, wiping out a whole village."

Yoongi snorted at the story. "Witches? How adorable."

Jungkook snickered.

"See, Jungkook? These spirit boards are hilarious. They don't actually work." Yoongi says, arranging the space around so they can play the board on the floor. "Ok, let's do this shit."

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Uhm
I haven't updated for almost a month
Sorry about that :')