ㅤㅤ"Woah, really? Are you here because you're going to take me now?" I asked him. I was ready to throw myself to him but he shook his head without thinking twice.

"No, I'm too cool to do that." He replied, raising his brow as if silently giving me a cue to stand up.

"What do you mean? Isn't your job like that? You take souls like us right?" I frowned, as I obeyed what he wanted and he took a seat instead.

Did he just—

Can I kick him?

Nan apeuro jjilleo jwau Bruce Lee?

He placed his right leg above his left and tilted his head, he also folded his hands and looked up as if he was observing me. "Are you a fan of Guardian: The Lonely and Great God?" He broke the silence. What? Is he really asking me that right now? In this state? As in seriously? "Goblin, you know?"

"Yes, I've watched it when I was alive but why did you asked about that?" I wondered and suddenly, his eyes lit up. He showed me a smile.

"For real?" he shouted slightly and I was shook. "Yes! I finally met someone who can relate me!"

Pause.

"Uhm, what do you mean by that?" I questioned, he hit my arm slightly with his book.

"Young lady, I'm not really a Grim Reaper or whatever. I'm just a die hard fan of them." He stated and my eyes widened in shock. "I'm just a grim-reaper wanna be. Hah, you totally thought I was legit, am I right? You got easily swayed―I mean, I couldn't blame you because I'm aware that my face is enough to make you believe me. It's alright totally understandable."

Hold up.

"What did you just say?" I slowly cracked my knuckles.

"Uh, I said I'm not really a grim rea-" He didn't get to continue what he was saying 'cause I grabbed his collar real tight.

"Then what was that costume for? Are you seriously walking around here wearing that," I groaned, looking at his clothes. "Are you nuts?"

"Can't a man enjoy with himself?" He blinked. "I like cosplaying."

"You're unbelievable. You got me hopes for acting like a reaper. Are you playing me? Do you want to die?" I retorted back, anger was almost taking over me.

"S-stop this unsolicited collar g-grabbing," He stuttered.

"Sorry that's how I usually talk to a person taller than me," I excused and finally let him go.

I was about to say something more when he swiftly took my hand and led me to somewhere. 

I was lost for a moment but snapped back into reality when a word echoed to my ears. Hands. I looked at our intertwined hands and I immediatly get off. "Wait why did you hold my hand and how the fuck can you touch me!"

We are now in the place where there aren't many people wondering around.

"Funny you just noticed now."

"You're a ghost too, aren't you?" I accused him.

He placed his hand on his mouth dramatically, "Excuse me, do I look bloodless to you? Didn't you feel anything when I held your hand?"

I gasped.

Now that I think about it, his hands felt weird. It's so hard like a mf brick, like bitch, does this man doesn't know the word lotion?

But it feels warm though, but it can't be true so I thought I was just high earlier. I mean, how in the world was I able to feel his temperature!

"I have lots of blood, I'm AB negative actually which is the prime blood among them all." He added.

"Shut up, A positive is superior." I fought.

"If you insist thinking that way," He shrugged. "But AB negative stays on the throne honey so suck it up."

"Bitch, type O negative for the win, fuck all of them other bloods," A shout was heard not so far away. I whipped my head and saw a soul of a man casually levitating.

"Shut the fuck up you're not included here!" The man in front of me screamed.

"Fuck you and your ugly costume!" He retorted back before disappearing.

He narrowed his eyes. "How dare him vanish away when I wasn't done talking."

"Dude I'm here," Someone spoke from the top of us.

Grim reaper wannabe let out a piercing scream, pausing for a second to give a quick check on the man's shirt, and scream again.

"Why the fuck are you screaming!" My fellow co-ghost yelled, trying to overpower his voice.

"Dude, how dare you bad mouth my clothes when your shirt is faker than a barbie doll's ass! Get out of my sight! I don't like seeing non fashionista people on me!" He snapped.

"Shut yo mouth, ugly head!"

"Keep hating, my ass is still fat."

"You mean flat," The man rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers and disappeared.

"How dare he talk about me, I'm literally the only 10 here, while everyone else is 6."

"Bitch I'm just right here." I looked at him.

"Oh you," He smiled. "I'll rate you 6.5."

"I got some shit to say—"

"It's a fact."

"But wait we were fighting about bloods earlier how the hell it ended up fighting about fashion," I scratched my head, only to find some dandruff on my nails. I dugged it using my left index finger and flicked it away.

"You could've just eat it." He suggested as I threw him a look.

"So now, will you explain what just happened earlier?"

"About that," He tilted his head to the side, "I have the ability to see or touch ghosts and such, well, actually all our family members are all the same. It's quite fascinating, isn't it?"

Nah.

Not fascinating at all. If I were you when I was still breathing I'd probably lose my shit for real.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Tell me your name so I can write it on my death note."

"What's that?" He scrunched up his face. "Is there any other notes available like a get laid note? I'd love to be a part of that one."

"Oh yes there's also this one called if you don't answer my questions I will bust your kneecaps note."

"Haha, I'm Kim Seokjin," He answered. "Not enunciated as suck Jin although I would love to experience that atleast once or maybe twice if I'm lucky, but you can just call me Jin so you don't get to mispronounce my beautiful name."

"Seokjin, huh." I smiled first before I knock his head twice. Hard. His eyes nearly bulged out and his face scrunched up in pain.

"Ouch! That hurts!" He protested, massaged his head. He looked down and glared at me. "What was that for?"

"That's for making me hope for nothing." I hissed, glaring back. "And for holding my hands without asking for my consent."

"Girl. Are you really that desperate to leave?" He groaned.

"Yes, and that's why I'm mad at you right now."

He blinked. "That's surprising because most of the souls I've met doesn't want to go to the afterlife yet. They still can't move on from this world."

"I think I've lived enough."

"How many days have you been waiting?" Seokjin spoke.

"Been here since Yet To Come music video dropped," I shrugged.

"Are you for real?" He gawked. "That was dropped two months ago."

"Exactly."

"You're surely bored this days." He paused before his face lit up. "Do you want me to spice it up for you?"

"I ain't bored, but what do you plan to do? Sell drugs or something?" I asked.

"I'm willing to bring your ass in the best haunted places in korea."

"Like gonjiam's haunted asylum?" I guessed.

"Yeah."

"Nah nah, I'm good." I showed a nervous smile. Man, those are the right ones to be classified as spirits or phantoms. I've watched a movie about it before and I'm positive I'd be double dead when I be surrounded by them.

"Amazing to watch but probably terrifying to experience. 9.99/10." - An honest review from your local gorgeous ghost.

"Oh a weakling, I see," He provoked. "Hit me up when you change your mind, if we meet next time which probably won't happen because I go to different places everytime."

"Dang, I actually don't care," I fakedly wear a smile as I scratched my nape.

"Bitch," He muttered. "Anyway, I wonder why you're still here."

Bitch really out here interviewing me.

"Uh, I don't really know why, but an old soul told me that a Grim Reaper will show up and take me sooner or later. I'm still waiting for that day to happen."

"I see." He answered. "I noticed a lot of souls here don't know the exact reason. What's your name?"

"Jayeon, Kim Jayeon." I replied.

He squinted his eyes and put his two fingers below his chin. "Your name sounds familiar."

"Well, you prabably heard that somewhere if you pass by the university I attend to," I said in all honesty. "People be talking about the loss of such a beautiful and intellegent girl."

He rolled his eyes, "You don't have to lie on the end."

"Tbh, I hate you." I grinned.

"Tbfh, I hate you too ever since you sat on my place," He smiled back.

"You know, we both should end this conversation because it's just getting longer and it would be not a huge help since the two of us are very talkative." I stated. "Oh look it's leave the fuck already o'clock, I should go now."

Before I turn around and leave, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I looked back and saw Seokjin with a serious face. "Before you leave, I want to ask this." He spoke, "Are you associated with another person who can see ghosts?"

I breathed out.

Thought he would ask if I was Beyoncé.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I frowned, he stopped for a second and showed me his smile again.

"Forget I asked that." He said. "Bye."

"Bye wannabe," I dismissed before I left. While walking, a small smile was plastered on my lips. Although he is annoying and I wanted to choke him so bad, I'm still happy that someone can see me.

Someone knows that I am still here.

Speaking of someone. Where is the grandma I met before? I haven't seen her ancient car wondering around.

Should I go beyblade to meet her again? I laughed at the thought.

Watch out!

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Two days has passed. I headed to the university just like each and every day.

"Give way to the queen!" I brought my hands up as I walk past the hallways. "Thanks my lovely peasants."

The bell rang. Meaning the class will start in a minute. I took a seat on the back and waited for my favorite instructor, Mr. Moon Taeil.

"Good morning class." An unknown man entered our room. "Mr. Moon will be absent for a week, so I'll be here as his substitute until he comes back. I'm Sohn Hyunwoo, I hope we all get along."

God. He's fine as hell.

I shook the thought. "No! W-we want Mr. Moon! Sir we want y-you! You know what Mr. Moon, just take a whole month to break. Take your time and just stay wherever you are for a moment!"

The class has begun and I'm not in the mood to pay attention to what the substitute teacher is saying. He's hawt but his way of teaching is obviously different to Mr. Moon. I'm disappointed. So I stood up and went to the front to imitate his actions. As he points something on the board I do the same too.

When he somehow look at my direction, I always look back at him doing a look-at-me-eye-to-eye sign. Well, I know he couldn't see me but I'm in the mood in doing this.

Maybe I'm high or maybe this is just who I am. 

As I was busy entertaining myself, my eyes wandered around and noticed someone who's trying his best not to burst out laughing. "Park Jimin, don't you ever laugh in my class!" I yelled at him, still imitating Mr. Sohn's voice and actions.

Jimin doesn't seem to care as his face turn red. It looks like he was a bomb ready to explode. A cute mochi millk bomb, particularly.

I looked away and continue on making weird faces. I probably looked like a mentally deranged woman or worse but thank goodness, no one will see me doing this and judge me. One of the perks of being a ghost.

You can do whatever you want. Even if it's something humiliating.

Well, except if you stumbled with someone who has the ability to see us, like the Ahjumma I met and Seokjin. That would be embarrassing that I'd be dead right in the spot... Sometimes a laugh wouldn't hurt.

"YAH! YAH! YAH!" I yelled and did head-height kicks with the substitute professor. "Take that, Sohn!" Something I learned in taekwondo.

A couple of moments passed, a loud laugh echoed in the four corners of this room. I immediately turn around and saw Jimin clutching his stomach. His classmates are also giving him the look. They probably noticed that Jimin is being strange lately.

"Wait, why the hell you laughing alone bro?" I wondered, the students are probably thinking the same too.

"You! With the pink hair, what's your name?" Mr. Sohn's strict voice terminates Jimin's happiness.

Jimin pointed himself with a confused face like asking if he's the one our substitue professor was talking about.

"No, it's me. It's probably me," I snorted.

Jimin straightened his stance as he answered, "Sir, Park Jimin, sir." His cheeks still have a tint of red.

"Is there something funny of what I'm saying?"

"No, sir. I swear there's nothing funny of what you're telling to us, I just remembered something funny my friend said from year 2016," Jimin excused and Mr. Sohn gave him a glare. "I'm sorry for laughing."

"So you're not focused on my class, aren't you?"

Jimin's eye widen. "Sir, I beg for your forgiveness. I won't do it again."

"No! Detention room, right now!" Mr. Sohn stated.

Say what now?

"Yes, sir!" Jimin grabbed his bag, bowing to him until he's already outside.

"What an ass," I mumbled, staring at the professor. "You're just new here and you're already acting like a king. I mean you do look like it but still. Do you want me to cover your face with a pillow when you sleep? Try me!"

I looked at the door and saw that the mochi boy already started to walk. I trailed behind him and shouted, "Hey, wait up! I'll go with you so you wouldn't feel alone! You never walk alone, Jimin!"