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ㅤㅤ"I like the atmosphere here," Jimin spoke.

The wind was blowing quite strongly, causing his vibrant pink hair to become tousled and disheveled. I gazed at him with a sense of admiration and awe as he confidently stood there, unaffected by the gusts of wind.

"Why do you look like a model?" I voiced out my thoughts.

I honestly can't help whenever he looks like that—being what and who he is. I couldn't help but to appreciate his whole existence. He's perfect. Well his personality's a bit of issue but so is me so I shouldn't say anything about it, but why am I having a whole paragraph conversation with myself lately, I'm scared. 

What I'm saying is Jimin deserves all the love in the world.

He cleared his throat, avoiding my question. "Yah. Your hair is long, can you cut it?"

"Hey, what's wrong with my hair?" I scowled. "I won't cut it ever, I actually plan on getting it reach my ass when I was alive but too bad it'll be like this forever."

"Long hair doesn't suit your face."

"And that's only your opinion, what matters the most here is mine," I sassed. "Set your opinions to the side. Thanks."

"No, you don't look good in long hair."

"I know. Because I look gorgeous." I'm just here, casually dropping facts.

"I can never win against you." He muttered and I just chuckled.

We were just leaning on the wall, appreciating the nature in front of us when he spoke up. "How did you die?"

"My car crushed against a truck," I answered back. "My body wasn't really damaged though thanks to the airbags but my head was severely injured the most so I died instantly."

"Does it hurt so much?"

"Yes like a bitch, it was definitely not a nice way to die. Be careful when you drive, honey."

He sighed, "I hope my death is not painful."

We don't know what will happen in the future.

If something's bound to happen, we can't do anything about it.

I looked away, "I hope so..."

The two of us turned silent for awhile. "What do you do whenever you're not in uni?"

I whipped my head. "I walk around with parks likes this or just hang out at my house. You know, basic ghost stuff."

"Oh yeah?" Jimin stared at something. I followed his gaze and saw that he's looking at the children playing from afar. They were playing together with innocent smiles on their faces.

"It's turning late should we call it a day? Come on I'll walk you home," I insisted, making him snicker.

"Yah, you don't have to."

"But the asshole might be out there and try to hurt you. You know, I got a threat from him before."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Him and his gang once tried harassing me, they were all sick in the head for sure. They said they chose me because I've been annoying in the class. They don't like how I was in every events. Basically exposed that they felt inferior to me."

"What happened?"

"Well I got them all limping and told them off the dean," I laughed at the memory.

"You're amazing."

"That's what he said," I snorted.

"What?"

I cleared my throat. "Let's get you home safe."

"Jayeon... you're so nice."

"Yah, quit telling me that. I might turn into a priest if all of you mfs keep saying I'm a good person when I'm not!" I chuckled.

"Whatever."

"Let's go," And the both of us walked together.

It was a long walk though, yet it doesn't bore me. He keeps talking about random things of what has happened to him. When we were near to his apartment, I caught sight of him heaving out deep breaths. "What's wrong?"

"I-I can't b-breathe p-properly."

He clutched his chest.

"Why? Oh my God oh my God what should I do," I panicked.

"I'm h-having a panic a-attack, I'm h-honestly really a-anxious of m-meeting him. He l-looks like he'll kill m-me."

"Calm down Jimin! Oh my God I won't let him touch you. Don't be scared!" I tried to console him, but he continued to tremble. "Calm down!"

"I-I feel like I want t-to vomit," He uttered.

I want to hug him but I can't!

I'll just pass through him!

I need to think something alternatives.

"I'll bring you inside okay?" I snapped my fingers and we are both inside the gate of his apartment.

I passed through his door and unlocked it on the other side, when it clicked open I immediately assisted him and make him sit on his couch.

Jimin continued to shake. He lowered his head and tried to calm himself.

"Shit shit what should I do!"

"P-please hug me," He begged.

"I can't..."

"P-please..."

"I also wish I could embrace you but—" I told him.

"Jayeon p-please..."

"Baby I'd like to hug you too but you know we aren't able to touch each other cause I will just pass through y—" I was cut off when Jimin yanked my hand, making me sit down the couch before attacked me with his arms.

I blinked when I felt him place his arms around my neck and rest his head on my left shoulder. "Jimin—"

First of all how the fuck.

Second of all,

HOW THE FUCKING FUCK WAS HE ABLE TO TOUCH ME WHAT TEH FUCK IS HAPPEING RIGHT NOW IM—

Chill, Jayeon, chill.

We'll talk about this when he feels better.

Jimin tightened his hug to me when I wrapped my arms around him. He was still trembling and I can hear his heart beating rapidly. "Calm down, he won't be able to hurt you. I will not let that happen." I murmured.

"Don't be afraid, just like what I always say I will stay on your side." I added.

Jimin feels warm. The warm I expected him to have, I always imagine how I'd hold him and this moment right here is enough to take me to heaven.

A sudden sound from the other room caught my attention.

Something screeched.

I was joking God. Don't take me now, I still need to protect this one.

Please don't take me yet... well, you know, if heaven is my dead end, but if I go underworld. Just so you know that I'll live an honest life from now on.

Jimin let out gut wrenching cry, incoherent words leaving his mouth as he choke on his sobs. He is really scared. "L-look how much my hands are trembling," He mumbled. "W-would you hold them..."

I clasped his hand with mine. This feels surreal. Why am I able to touch him now?

If I see Jeon Jungkook somewhere I wouldn't know what I should do. This man right here doesn't deserves to be hurt. Fuck everyone who tries to hurt him.

"Let it all out Jimin, and I'll be here with you 'til you finally feel better." I softly spoke, we were still each other's arms when his breathing finally slowed down.

"T-thank you..."

The time also went slow, as if it was trying to cope with him. He continued to be in that state and I stayed for the night. 11 o'clock in the evening, and I tucked him to his bed. He is now calm and sleeping peacefully on his bed. "Good night."

I felt different when I saw him cry, it hurts me too. There's something about it that I can't attain to look at.

I stood up and grabbed his phone from the school bag. Someone has been calling him ever since, it was his grandma. While his hyung sent multiple texts to him. I pursed my lips as I type my reply.

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To 형, 할모니,

i'm fine here fam already
asleep. i'm texting from my
dreams zZZ. gn ily tc bye

╚═══════════════╝

And I pressed send.

I hope they won't think it wasn't Jimin who sent it.

I sat on his bed and think about what happened back there, I can finally feel his warmth. How is that even possible? What kind of sorcery is happening right now I'm confused?

I looked at him for the last time before closing his door. I stretched my body and I almost had a heart attack when a co-ghost is standing in front of me.

No, lots of souls.

They were pacing on the living room and the kitchen as I threw them a look. "Uhm who are you guys?"

"You talking to me?"

I bobbed my head. "What's your role here?"

"Oh hey soul sister, we're the spirits who used to live here. We missed the house so we'd like to go around."

"Oh alright please don't go to the bedroom though." I told them.

"Why not? You doing weird shi—"

"My boy's sleeping. He had a very awful day and I would appreciate it if you don't come to the bedroom alright."

"We get it."

"Thanks fellow souls, have a good night." I smiled at them and they did the same too. When I went to the living room I showed them a smile and they flashed a smile back, when I was already on the main door I showed my pearl white teeth once again.

"Oh just leave already!"

"Come on!"

I beamed. "You don't have to tell me! Bye!" and then I'm out.

I was whistling my way towards the gate when I noticed another bunch of souls wondering around.

Right.

It's the start of ghost hours.

Midnight, where all of the souls do a parade like there's a motherfucking fiesta. I tried doing it once, but meh that's so boring though. I waved at every soul I made eye contact to and they would wave back. Such lovely persons. I will remember all of your face. 

I was on my way back to our house when I sensed that someone was watching my movements.

I tried dismissing it when I realized that they were getting closer—that someone is clearly after me. I still proceeded with my tracks but faster this time.

Suddenly, rapid footsteps and an unexpected screech was heard. My eyes dilated when I noticed that they are getting nearer to me as seconds goes by.

tap.

tap.

tap.

tap.

tap.

tap, tap, TAP.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

TAP. TAP—

The sound ceased.

I stopped too.

Abruptly, I felt a cold thing touch the side of my neck, it was as frigid as the voice of the person who whispered, "Watch your back."

I quickly turned around, expecting to see them, but there was no one there.

Not even a silhouette.

I snapped my head side by side, looking for their trails but I can barely see because it was dark. "Who are you?" I asked. "Show yourself!"

A familiar screech was heard again from somewhere.

I teleported to that spot and attempted to capture him. "I swear if I see you I'll do something you can't imagine I'll do."

I looked around the area but I didn't get any traces. I remained there for hours as I strive to seek for explanations.

Who could it be?

Why would someone do this to me?

I'm going to find him even if I have to follow him to hell.

"You picked on the wrong person."

I proceed my walk 'til I'm on our residence. I can't feel that someone's presence anymore, did he disappeared as soon as he tell me those words?

I passed through our main door and the silver stone that the Ahjumma gave me instantly caught my eyes. It was still on the vase that is positioned in the foyer. I followed what she told me before, and I noticed that after the day I placed it here, I couldn't detect anything unusual here anymore.

There's something influential lingering on that stone for sure.

I looked forward and the uncanny silence welcomed me. It was already three in the morning and everyone seemed to be sleeping. I went to the second floor and softly murmured, "Good night folks." and went to my room after that.

What an odd day I had today.

Lots of strange happenings occured.

I spent the hours thinking of what I just discovered this day. They said there are three levels of ghosts... I already met them except for the level three.

What if I stumble to one of them?

Or what if I already did stumbled to one of them?