As I grabbed some snacks from the cafe, which was surprisingly on the ground floor of the apartment building, I remembered that guy in my room. I grabbed a bunch of food, stuffing them between my arm and my torso, in order to hold it up. After paying for the bags of crisps, I thanked the cashier, and was halfway to the door when I stopped in my tracks. Turning around, I headed back to the him.

"Did you need something Miss?" The cashier asked.

I let out a short breath of air. "Yes"

He raised his eyebrows a little, encouraging me to continue. He looked to be maybe a year or two older than I was. His jet-black hair getting caught in the sunlight, streaming in through the windows behind him. His deep brown eyes full of kindness. He didn't have broad shoulders but it suited his build, only a few inches taller than me. His long slender fingers drummed on the counter, waiting patiently for me to speak.

"Do you, by any chance, know who stayed in Room 64A? Like before me?" I asked.

His lip somehow found its way in between his teeth. "Erm...?"

"Please, I need to know," I pleaded.

He sighed, "okay, fine. I don't know the full details, but there was this young guy, a happy-go-lucky kinda kid, who lived there with his dad."

I hummed in acknowledgement.

He sighed before carrying on with the story. "Apparently he had cancer, and unfortunately he passed away."

"The guy or his dad?" I questioned.

"The dad," the cashier looked around the cafe before returning his gaze to me. "His dad was all he had, I guess, and then he started getting depressed. He never really left his room. He wouldn't eat either. His neighbors would talk to him outside his door even though he never answered. And a few of them left food out for him but he never touched it. Then someone got really worried and got the spare key an went to check on him."

"And?" I asked, wanting to know more.

"Are you sure you want to hear the rest?" His brows furrowed.

I swallowed. "I do."

He took a deep breath. "Well, he died. He killed himself. Or so I've been told," he raised one shoulder up and down.

Gasping, I covered my mouth with my hand. I knew that someone died, but I didn't know someone had killed themselves in the same place that I lived in! That's why he said that it was his room. Cos it was!

"W-what was his name?" I stuttered.

"Jimin. Park Jimin," he answered.

"Hm."

"Yeah, it's not the best story," he shrugged.

"Thanks...," I looked towards his name tag but his shirt was folded over it, covering his name.

He shook his head slightly in realization. "Yoongi," he nodded once.

"Yoongi," I smiled. "See you later," I waved as I left through the door.

"Bye," he smiled a little too.

~~~

I slowly dragged my feet up the stairs towards the second floor. As I reached my bedroom, the whole aura had changed. The windows were open, causing the curtain nets to billow in the breeze. There he sat, at the end of my bed. Facing the windows. A shiver rushed down my spine at the coldness pricking my skin. He was staring out of the windows.

I whispered, "Jimin."

He still sat there. Unbothered.

"Jimin?" I spoke, a little louder this time.

"I was wondering when you would speak up," he chuckled, turning to me.

"So, your name is Jimin?"

"Yes, but how do you know?" he tilted his head.

"I asked?" I was still a little unnerved.

"Wow, you seemed to have toughened up today huh?" He raised his eyebrows, almost mocking me.

I stood still, not moving a muscle.

"Yesterday, you ran off to your boyfriend to tell him about me," he pointed towards his chest using his index finger.

My eyes widened, I coughed awkwardly. "H-he's not my boyfriend. He's just a friend."

He was quite good looking. His brown hair, parted in the middle, falling perfectly at the sides of his head. His brown eyes sparkled, with grey flecks scattered upon his irises. He wore a light blue angora sweater. It was quite big on him, hanging loose around his torso. A long black and white striped long-sleeved shirt wrapped around him. Blue knee length jean shorts, long white socks with red and black stripes and green sneakers, the laces tied in neat bows. (This is his Spring Day outfit).

"Uh. Well, now I know. I'm not scared anymore. Cos I know how you feel. Trust me." I swallowed. Clenching my fists, as I remembered what happened. I almost died.

"Uh huh," he looked towards me, urging me to continue.

"And I felt what you felt. But I happened to survive. And just continue on living without doubts and regrets?" I said, while staring at him. He's so naturally beautiful. And he was an actual living breathing person.

"Wanna know what really happened?" He smiles slightly.

"Huh?"

"Oh, it seems like Yoongi didn't tell you everything. Or rather those who told him," he shrugged.

"W-what happened?"

He sighed. "I didn't kill myself. But I might as well have."

"W-what?" I stuttered again.

"There was someone after me. My dad didn't die cos of cancer. They killed him too. My life was slowly deteriorating, so why prolong something that was bound to happen sooner or later?"

I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"I could've saved myself; I could've run. But I couldn't help my dad. At that point I didn't even know someone was trying to kill him. But I worked it out. Without the police. I tried to go to them but when they checked my dad's hospital files they'd changed!" He exclaimed.

"Why would someone do that to you?" I asked as I bit my lip.

"I don't really know. I've been trying to find some sort of answer. But I mean, not much help; cos, ghost here," he pointed his thumb at himself.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you last night."

"Huh?" Oh. That was him? "I-it's okay. I'm not scared now. Kind of."

"I need your help. Please. It's like, without doing this, I'll be stuck here forever. And I need some closure." Pain was evident in his brown eyes.

I sighed. "Okay, sure. I'll help you," I agreed.

"Thank you," he smiled.

"In one condition," I spoke.

"Anything. You name it."

~~~

With that Jimin had left the room, going through walls.

Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream. I never expected Namjoon was such a coward when it comes to ghost, I remember he's the one that told me that ghost isn't real.

"Holy Jesus! My freaking bed is floating?!"

Is that Namjoon? I hold my laughter as he continuously screamed. I heard multiple footsteps running around next door. Where his room is just next to mine.

"Ahraaaa! Help! There's a freaking ghost!" He screamed and I heard his door slammed shut. As if he's scared to death, that may soon take him. Then, he began to bang in my front door. By now, I couldn't stop laughing.

Jimin came back with a smile plastered on his face. As is he's quite impressed.

"You should've seen his face! he's so scared and almost pissed his pants when he saw me. Floating with his white blanket." He laughed as I joined him. It was so surreal that I have a ghost friend.

"Heather!!! Open the bloody door!" I heard his feet scrambled outside as he yell my name. I held back my laughter. Anticipating whether I open the door for him or not.

"Jamsimanyo!" I walk to answer the door, with a straight face. I bit my lower lip to held the smirk forming on my lips any second.

I opened the door unexpectedly he came rushing in my room panting.

"Yes?" I tried to act clueless less shock. "What happened?" I asked still biting my lower lip to avoid bursting out in laughter.

"T-there's a freaking ghost inside my bloody room!" He yelled I had cover my ears cuz of his voice. He looks like a lost puppy that was given a new home, relieved and he felt safe inside my room.

"Hey. Hey. Calm down. Maybe it's just your imaginations or hallucinations. They're not real right?" He stopped on his tracks and stood straight, his face pale, and a lather of sweat beads out of his face.

"No. They're real! I saw it with my own eyes!" I snickered. you are the one who told me they weren't real.

"So?" I replied emotionless. As my eyes wonder across the room just to find Jimin hiding inside my closet.

"So? I'm freaking out here. I'm not mocking you.... it's bloody real!" He tried to reassure me. I shrugged my shoulders and push him out my room. Giving up on the nonsense his mouth bicker.

"Wait. Wait." Giving him a hard push, I rudely shut the door on his face.

"That was fun... Hays." Tsk Tsk. I clicked my tongue in disappointment. I turn my way around to see a smiling face.

"So.... when are we leaving?" Leaving? Wait.... out this town? Or...?

"Uh... what?" I asked in curiosity. As if I forgot what I promised the ghost boy.

"Um. When are we going? Finding answers, right?" He said. Ahhh. Okay. I'm so dumb.

"Oh. Yeah yeah. Tomorrow, after my class." I said while preparing myself to bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked. Strangely looking at me.

"Sleeping. I have a big day tomorrow." I quoted. Packing my things.

"You know. I blame the man who killed me. I have so many dreams. I always want to live with someone I love. But now, I don't know... I think that would never happen." He said lowering his head. My heart broke hearing his hopeless dreams.

"We will find him and let him talk why'd he done it." I said motivating him a bit, patting his mop hair, I reassure him with a smile.

"We do it. Tomorrow." I said. And lay down.

"Good night Jimin."

"Good night Heather." He smiled. My eyes got heavier as I fell into a deep sleep.

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Hello guys~ how r u? Well. I just finished this chapter in one day. Lol. And I want to thank for letting me use this great idea of yours. Thanks, you so much.

credits: for editing this whole chapter.

Edit (11.21.18) I checked this chapter, and found nothing. So, I won't edit this one lol.