ㅤㅤI was two steps behind Jimin when I saw him mess up his hair. 

"It's alright boy," I mumbled.

He entered the detention room and I also did the same. He wrote his name on the paper that's placed on the table and took a seat. "What's wrong with me? Aish! I already promised that I wouldn't let myself be distracted! Just focus on studying! Pabo Jimin! Pabo!"

"Weird," I noted as I watch him hit his head with the table repeatedly.

Suddenly, a ringing of a phone was heard, it was his. He stopped hitting himself, grabbed his phone from his pocket and answered it, "Yeoboseyo?"

Being a curious ghost as I am, I leaned my face to Jimin. Since I still couldn't hear the caller's voice properly, I lean a little closer.

"No no no!" Jimin yelled nervously. His voice is so tiny like him. I turn my head around and saw him panicking. In just a half second, he stood up and went further away. "Wait a minute!"

I sighed and shook my head. "Jimin is indeed a weirdo, or he snorted something again."

Tbh, he's still cute when he's weird though.

"Yes hyung I will buy that when I go home. A-ah, I'm actually in detention room—My professor saw me laughing alone... Ah, ani, nevermind. See you, tell her I'll explain later. Bye!" Jimin ended the call before going back to his seat, I'm in front of him as I study his moves.

"You're really weird, I can sense something fishy from you." I wondered. Whenever I try to look straight into his eyes, he always avoided my gaze. But wait, what's that? "Oh my God, oh my God! Jimin! What's that thing on your arm! Gah! It's moving!"

Jimin gasped as soon as he realized that there's something on his arm. "What the hell! Why is there a cockroach in this place!" He flicked the poor insect away.

Wait . . .

Wait . . .

Wait . . .

I'm starting to realize something . . .

My eyes widened once again when I saw a lot of cockroaches flying around. "What the heck! This is so disgusting! Gah!"

I know that those cockroaches aren't able to touch me, it's just, seeing them around me makes me want to puke.

I hated it when I was alive and will hate it 'till I pass over afterlife and get reincarnated!

"Stop acting like a motherfucking butterfly bitches!" I panicked.

Jimin stood up from his seat in a straight and strong posture. Seizing his bag, he took his notebook out and began smashing the hell out of the poor insects. "Take that!" Jimin said as he stroke his notebook from left to right. "I can't believe I'm doing this! I didn't go to this room just to kill pests!"

When all the pests are dead and was laying across the floor, the front door clicked. Jimin's head automatically turned, "Oh, good morning ma'am!"

The professor's attention wasn't into him, her eyes was staring at the huge mess in front of her. "Student, what did you do?"

"Well he just murdered the insects here ma'am! A detention room being homed by pests? Ever heard of it? Yeah. Nothing surprising. It occurs on everyday life. Move on."

Jimin told the professor to calm down before he explained everything to her, slowly and all legit. "And that's why I killed all of them, I'll surely clean the mess I made later."

"No, it's alright student. Let the facilitators clean that, that's supposed to be their job to prevent cleanliness in every room. Ugh, I can't take this." The professor said. "By the way student, what are you doing here?"

"Professor scolded me for randomly laughing in his class," Jimin answered, his head hanging low. Must have felt embarassed so bad.

"Don't repeat that again, that's really disrespectful. Just write your name on the list and go back to your class, we're going to clean here first," The professor told him before going out. She said that she'll call the facilitator and clean the whole detention room.

When Jimin and I were left alone again, I let an ear-piercing scream, "Ah! Jimin! There's even a rat under the table!"

What even is this place!

He frantically dodged down to see it. "Where?! I can't see it! Tell me!" He answered and I'm positive that if I was alive, I'd faint in front of him.

As in right in the spot, right now.

Both of us turn our heads and made an eye contact before I screamed once again, "WHAT THE. DID YOU JUST ANSWER ME?"

"No, I didn't!" He tried to defend. I gave him the look before punching his face.

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As expected, my fist didn't land on his face, it just passes through him and that made me pissed even more. 

I screamed like a mad woman. 

"Ow! Stop! Stop! Are you trying to make me have hearing problems?" Jimin protested with his hands covering his ears. "You're breaking my eardrum!"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Tell you what?"

"THAT YOU CAN SEE ME ALL ALONG!"

"Yes, I can see you." He answered, "But does it matter if I tell you or not?"

"Of course it does!" I argued.

Jimin let out a deep sigh and gathered all his things without even giving a glance to me. He pulled off a serious face and was about to walk out when a cockroach landed on his head.

"Aish! Can't you see we're having a moment here!" He grabbed it and throw it on the floor, he then turned the knob and opened the door.

"YAH! STOP RIGHT THERE!" I raised my right hand and controlled the air to close the door once again.

He looked back. "Miss, I'm begging you, please don't appear in front of my face again. I don't want to have connections with you, let me go jebal."

Why does it look like we're in a drama though.

"Why are you acting like this?" I frowned.

"You don't have to know the reason." He answered, "I'm asking you, just please let me go." I put my hand down and let him do what he wants.

Okay. I'll let you go.

It took a couple of minutes before I get back to myself. Why did he react like that? Why did he sounded mad? Why did he act like he doesn't see me in the past few days? Why did he do that?

Why am I asking many whys?

I don't know what to think first, a lot of questions are currently messing in my head. I'm not able to think straight right now.

"I need a break. I need a trip ticket to Paris," I voiced out my thoughts.

Vacation was something rich people do, that's what I need. I was all ready then I suddenly remembered I'm from a middleclass family and it would be tough to socialize with other ghosts from another country. "Maybe in the next life. I owe myself one."

I headed outside the school and decided to just take a visit on my newly met pal's place. I hope he's there, I badly want to have a pep talk with someone right now. When I reached his claimed property, I saw him leaning on a tree with a book in his hand.

Is that a wattpad book I see?

Oh wait. He's still wearing that lame costume. 

I walked closer to him and noticed the way he looked at it, his brows are furrowed and his lips made a thin line. I headed behind his back and secretly checked it out. "Aish, seriously why aren't they giving me work?" He mumbled. "I'm starting to get used of slacking off. I'm loving the unemployed life already."

Different names and photos of unknown people were seen on his book, there's also date, time and place inputted there. "What's the red mark for?" I asked when I saw that some people have an 'X' mark on them.

Seokjin accidentally threw his book somewhere because of shock, "No! Not that book! Definitely not that book! Shit!" He shouted before running after it with a tremendous speed. He unbelievably leaped so high just to catch it and made a roll on the ground afterward.

"Wow." I exclaimed. Still stunned to the point I don't know if I should give him an applause or not. "Bitch are you a stuntman or something?"

"JA—YEON!" His voice sounded mad. I witnessed how he nearly snapped his neck when he looked at my direction, although the two of us have a gap, I can see his eyes turning into red in just a second. "Why are you here?"

"You—what happened to your eyes?" I stuttered. The aura around him turns into something darker and the way he looked at me make my knees go weak. "S-seokjin."

He probably noticed how horrified I am, I can clearly see the way his features smoothened when I was backing little by little away from him. He shook his head and slowly looked into my eyes again, his eyes are now back to its original color and the terrifying aura went off. "Jayeon, I need to talk to you."

Oh shit.

Hell nah, man.

"Ah, I don't think that's a good idea. Shall I go home? Right, I shall go home hehe bye-" I turned my back to him and my eyes nearly bulged out when I saw him in front of me. "You how did you-" I looked back and forth. "What—"

T-teleportation?

A living human... teleporting?

What the fuck!

"Listen, you weren't supposed to witness everything you just saw." He muttered under his breath. "But I guess there's no need to conceal anymore."

Maaan, did I catch your drug list or something?

I blinked, backing away again until my back hit the tree. "I am pretty sure of what's going to happen next." I mentally face palmed as I reminisce every korean drama that had a 'the leading character's back hit something' scene.

He cornered me with his muscular arms and I couldn't hide the look on my face. I knew this is going to happen!

"I..." He trailed, his voice is smoother than ever.

"Uhm, excuse me," I cleared my throat. Thank goodness I still have the guts to talk. "I want to remind you that this is just our second day knowing each other, I don't think we should hurry things up. I know you're handsome and all but there's something about you that I find shocking. Ah I'm not ready to kiss you, obviously, I'm not ready to kiss someone who can do hair-raising, spine-chilling, blood-curdling, bone-chilling, and nerve-racking actions. Maybe next time we can kiss but not now."

This is his turn to back away, "Girl, what made you think I'm going to kiss you?" He made a face. "Even though I want to, I'm not allowed to kiss you nor anyone."

"Why?"

What does this mf even mean! I need spoilers.

"Because I'm..."

"...You're a w-what?"

Say it.

"I'm..." He looked down.

Homosexual?

"I'm Hannah Montana," He breathed out.

"Bitch you think I'm joking right now?" I pursed my lips.

"But really though, what if I am?" He tried in a convincing tone. "Alright alright."

I frowned. "So, what are you really? How did you do those freaky things!"

"Alright, I'm about to say it. I'm seriously going to say it. No one can stop me." He spoke.

"Spill the tea, sis," I encouraged.

"I'm actually a Grim Reaper." He finished, looking back into my eyes again. "And I'm not lying this time."

Oh hell naw.