ㅤㅤSchool has ended. I'm currently at our house doing the things that I usually do, watching shows, reading things, but eating, drinking, and sleeping are an exception of course.

I slithered on my parent's room and felt relaxed for some reason. I'm glad they weren't doing anything but sleeping. What a relief.

I suddenly remembered something that happened before, when I was in elementary, I always watch scary movies and think about it at night. I was probably imagining things but I still want them to know.

"Mom, dad, there's someone on my window." I told them.

"And...? You think I wanna see that shit? That sounds scary as hell." Mom blurted out.

Bruh.

You surely know by now where I get this mouth from.

Then, I went to my brother's room and watch him sleep. Even when he's sleeping, he seems peaceful and innocent. I suddenly recall the days when he'd come into my room and ask me what he should do to make a lady like him and such.

"What should I do to make her fond of me?" Taehyung asked in a soft tone. I can really tell that he's interested about it.

Well shit you asked the wrong person my little brother. I ain't got no experiences yet, what am I supposed to tell you? Oh! "Just slowly show her your whole self, slowly open up about you."

There, there. I'm so smart.

He frowned. "I have to s-striptease?"

"Strip-what! God gracious! Strip-! Striptease is not a child friendly word!" I shushed him. "And that's not even close of what I am talking about!"

"But you always say it and you're not even old," He reasoned out.

I sighed in defeat. "You know what, love, you're not getting any useful advices from me. I'm going to ask my friends first and just tell it to you, understand?"

"Okay!"

I miss him. I miss my family. It's given that they're just right in front of my eyes but not being able to feel their warm and love saddens me. Even though I badly want them to know that I'm just around by writing on the wall or let them feel a very cold air, I can't.

I'll be really selfish if I do that. It's like I refrain them from moving on and make them tighten their hold on the memories of me. That is completely wrong, and by doing so, I'll just hurt them more.

"Noona." Taehyung spoke up in his sleep and I smiled, he probably had a dream about me again.

I hope it's not the one where I accidentally tripped on my feet one time and my face first hit the ground with a huge load of shit waiting for me. Imagine that. I can still remember the scent.

I hope he wasn't dreaming about that.

Taehyung giggled.

Was he dreaming about it?

"Impossible," I shook my head with a smile. "It happened years ago he won't remember it."

He giggled once again.

"Nah." I reassured myself.

"Noona... smell... poop," He muttered, a grin now forming to his face.

You know what, fuck this life.

I lean at him and whispered, "Ssh, press erase that memory and just dream of other things, love." And with that I went outside and take a walk. As soon as the moon greeted me with its light I smiled and spread my arms, making a lot of circular motion here and there.

I'm a Beyblade, bitches!

Watch out!

"Excuji me."

I heard a voice near me. I whirled real quick and saw an old woman looking at me, I frowned and asked her. "Ahjumma, what are you doing in the street at this time? It's dangerou—wait wait wait ahjumma, you c-can see me?"

"Yes, of course." The old woman also frowned and I blinked.

"...I don't want to sound rude but, are you a ghost?" I questioned.

"Aigoo, young lady, what are you saying? Of course I'm not, I'm alive and still strong even though I'm already old." She answered and I was still frowning, suddenly, she walked closer and grabbed my arm.

"Holy sh—she told me that she's not a ghost but why can she hold me?" I whispered to myself and let her drag me.

She probably died recently and still didn't know that. I should tell it to her immediately.

When she stopped walking and let go of my arm, I looked down to her and ask, "Ahjumma, are you really sure you're still alive? Did you get into an accident earlier? Did you-"

"Young lady, do you want me to die already?" She asked and I scratched my nape. "Anyway, I dragged you here because my grandson needs help."

"Why? Is he dying?" I asked and I was shocked when she hit my head.

"Why do you keep talking about dying, aigoo." She said and pointed the back of a car in front of us. "My grandson's having a trouble with his car. He needs some push."

"Mwoya? Are you telling me that I should push? Why not ask your grandson to do that instead-"

"Then who will drive? I don't know how to drive." She answered. "Do you know how to drive?"

Nah.

The last time I drove, I died.

"Come on lady, by the looks of you, I know you can do it." She pointed me enthusiastically and I let a sigh of defeat before I get ready and placed both of my palm on the car's back.

"Alright, looks like I get to obey other people again." I whimpered. "Maybe this is my mission in this world, huh? Being a beautiful servant."

"My grandson, I already called someone to help us!" She yelled.

I'm so tired of this.

I'm so exhausted for being beautiful like let me be ugly sometimes.

"Thank you, young lady. Take this stone to your home." The old woman took my right hand and passed me a silver stone. "It may or may not do something helpful for your family." She smiled at me before she patted my shoulder and entered the car.

"Uh, thank you Ahjumma."

Does this grandma always bring a random rock with her? Weird flex but okay.

I blinked, still asking myself how did I get in this situation. I sneaked a peek if the old woman is watching me through the side mirror, but when she was not, I let go of the car and raised my right hand.

The wind's direction becomes different, it all headed to the back of the car until it slowly pushes it and made the car to go further.

One of the perks of being a ghost is we can control air even just for a short period of time.

When I was about to continue what I was doing earlier, I saw a glimpse of the family member's name on the car's back window. "Eh? Why am I suddenly feeling this?"

I'm sure I've heard that before.

"Is this what you call Deja Vu?"

Whatever, I'm not in the mood to use my braincells right now.

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A week ended so fast just like my patience.

I was walking in the lower ground when I saw Jungkook laughing uncontrollably with his friends. Judging the situation by now, he probably made fun of someone again. I shook my head and headed to the scene but when I was about to scare them away someone turned up and beat me to it.

"JK!" Jimin yelled, nearing us with a serious look.

"Oh, newbie, what do you want?" Jungkook glanced at him with a devilish grin.

"Stop what you're doing, that's violence!"

"Violence? We're just having fun. Not doing anything bad." He answered innocently, looking at his friends who also agreed with what he stated.

Jimin glared at him before he offered a hand to the girl, "Are you nuts?"

"Seriously? Fuck. I'll let you interrupt me this time but if you do that again, I might as well make your life be hell in this university," Jungkook spat before he started to walk with his squad. I felt my blood pressure increased a lot when I heard him say that.

"This coconut keeps getting in my nerves!" I didn't waste any time as I raised my hand and let the wind pushed him hard. I saw his eyes widen before his face hit the ground.

"Owww. What the hell. My nose is bleeding! Who pushed me!" His friends blinked at him. "Was it you!"

"Why do you always blame me first whenever something inconvenient happens to you?" His friend frowned. "Are you really my friend?"

Oh shit.

Where my popcorns at.

"Well twat, you look like the kind of person who'd push me when I'm not looking." Jungkook answered suspiciously before he looked at his other friend. "You?"

He made a face. "No, I was literally just standing here."

"You?" He turns around and asked the new transferee.

"How can I push you when I'm meters away from you?" Jimin scowled.

"I knew it was you!" Jungkook punched the stomach of the friend he finds suspicious before rolling his eyes, his friend clutched his abdomen. "Come on, ah, I'm losing lots of blood. Take me to the clinic."

"Next time you bully someone your nose won't be the only thing that will break. What could it be next?" I questioned with a playful smile. "Watch your back coco!" I pushed JK lightly once again and saw him hit his friend.

I turned to look at our schoolmate. That guy, he was constantly messing with those who were weaker than him. A whole asshole indeed, or should I say asswhole.

Oh, would you look at the ceiling...

"Ask help from the discipline office if someone bothers you here again," Jimin advised and the girl nodded. He bid goodbye to her before he left.

The girl remained on her place as she gapes at his back as if who she just talked to isn't real or something. Which I understand 'cause he looks like an angel.

My curiosity is somehow getting strong. This new student, Park Jimin, is quite interesting. I don't know why but I found myself following him until he entered a classroom, took a seat and wait for the professor.

I grabbed a chair from the back and dragged it until I'm in front of him. I still kept a space between us. I rest my chin on my palm as I study his features.

"Wow, you're really drop dead gorgeous. It's like God took his time just to create you." I murmured.

Until then, he's still not looking in my direction, he's just looking down constantly, turning his head side to side, looking at the back but except in the front.

I frowned. I wonder why.

The professor arrived and he finally looked in my direction. I grinned.

"Oh God! Your skin looks so soft boy, seriously what's your skin care routine? Care to share it if you don't mind? You're freaking shining!" I remarked and suddenly, he raised his hand and stood up.

"Sir, may I switch seats with Hoseok? I can't see the notes you posted on the board." He stated and the Professor nodded. I watched as he gathers all his things and transferred it to his seat.

I watched their movements carefully.

Hoseok is now seated in front of me and I groaned when I get to see his entire face... that face broke my heart just two months ago.

"How are you doing, ex?" I mumbled as I sneakily write those words in his notebook. He was seriously looking at the whiteboard but the moment he looked down to write notes he was shocked when he saw it.

"WAAAH! AAAHHHH! AHHH!" He screamed and the whole class became silent, even their professor has his mouth wide.

Dude, Hoseok can pass to be in a horror show!

But probably be kicked off already on the first take since he would be so much in character and will make the other casts turn deaf!

"What was that, Mr. Jung?" The professor asked as soon as he already collected himself. 

Hoseok arose from his seat and bowed, "Sorry sir but I need to go to the restroom!" He excused and started to run. I smirked to myself and followed him.

"You can go dasi run run run as you can but you can't hide from me forever," I tried to dance the part, aiming to perfect it but failed when I slipped.

Damn this newly mopped floor.

"You can do this bitch, one more time," I immediately get up to try it the second time. "I think I'm slaying it-never mind." I just realized I'm more fit to singing than dancing.

"JAYEON-AH! If you're around please don't follow me! I hate! I hate being followed you know that right?! And please don't scare me!" He screamed at the hallway and enter the men's restroom real quick.

I snickered as I lean at the doorframe, shaking my head, "Same old Hoseok. He's still afraid of everything, what a cutie."