Two people walking down the street. Leaving each other staring. It is such a beautiful sight.

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We bought chips from the market that was just across the apartment from the park. I put all the chips inside my backpack. While rummaging through my bag, I took my phone and scrolled through social media. Suddenly this great idea came into my mind. I took a picture of him--- Jimin The Ghost Boy. I smile to myself. He was facing the other direction so he didn't catch the glimpse of me taking pictures of him.

He was visible to me, to the camera. He was special. Very special.

What am I thinking!? *mentally slap thyself.* scrolling to the pictures I took. I smiled at his perfect frame.

"What are you doing?" He came towards me. His eyes were on the thing in my hand. "What's that?" He pointed at my phone. And grab it, taking it away from me.

"Wait. Is this me? Are you taking pictures of me? Why?" A smirk was playing on his face. I blushed and tried to reach for the phone. I tried to reach it away from him, but he was way taller than me. I grunt and stomp my feet.

"Just give it back!" I whined. Making a sad pout.

"Oh. Cute~" Jimin cooed. I smiled.

"Just give it back~" I shouted jumping to reach the damn thing.

"Call me Oppa first." What?! But why!?? I pouted.

"Cute. Say it!"

"Fine! Bring me back my phone first."

"Nuh-uh. Say it first. " ugh so annoying.

"It's so cringing! I hate it." I said putting on an angry face.

"I like it when you're angry. You're even cuter!" He screamed, jumping up and down.

"Ugh! Oppa please just bring back my phooone~!" I stammered. Looking at his eyes.

"Okay good. Here's your phone." He said. Handing my phone back. I smiled internally.

"You're so annoying." I scratch my nose. And put it inside my pocket. We both sat on the bench and started a conversation.

This question bothers me so much. I should ask it. I thought. I cleared my throat.

"Btw, do you remember the face of that culprit?" I asked him, starting a more interesting topic.

The sun was almost gone. I just listened to his explanation. Staring at his eyes it was beautiful, I think...I'm in (guess what?)

"He was... young, like me. He had black hair and a fierce aura. I think he was one inch taller than me. It's a bit hard for me to look at his face because it's the only memory of me being alive. I just treasured the moment, my last breath on earth." He said. His head hang low as tears started to fall from his cheeks. Why are you crying [a/n: my hearteu: '-( ]

"A fierce aura? Who do you think he was? Does he look familiar? Was he your friend or your relative?" I asked, trying not to cry. It hurts to see him like this. Crying.

"I clearly don't remember him. But I know the sound of his voice. He used it as a weapon. He speaks words, for me to get hurt. He felt familiar tho. I don't know." He said. It's just so confusing. I can't picture his face. He sniffed and glared at me. He tried to smile.

"I'm sorry. I really don't cry in front of people." He wiped the tears away. I smiled slightly.

"Do you ever heard his name before? Did he mention something? Maybe some boss maybe? He might be doing it for money." I said, trying to recall his memory of the guy who killed him. He stared at the ground thinking.

"Something... like... Louise. It's kinda confusing coz, I'm almost half dead half alive when I heard the name." He said. The name, It does seem familiar.

"The name. It's familiar. But I don't remember. You know there are billions of people who are named Louise. You know that right?" I reckon as I stared into his eyes. He nodded. And let out a short breath.

"Yeah. May I asked you a question?" I nod. "Where are your parents?" he asked. Why would he ask? I thought.

"Uh. They're both dead." Saying it hurts me like a truck. I miss them.

"Sorry to ask that kind of question that might offend you." He apologized. I smiled at his sweet approach.

"Yeah. It's fine tho. I never told anyone about me being an orphan, except for Namjoon. He has been my friend for years. He was always there for me. Even in my darkest times." I said. Looking at the sky it's already dark. "Well, we better go back to the apartment. It's getting really dark." I said pulling him off the bench and walking back to the apartment.

"You know. I like walking with you. You always have something in mind. Very interesting topics." He said. Push the door and let ourselves into the dark corridor to my room.

"Thanks," I said looking down at my shoes. I was blushing. (Hey! If you were blushing wouldn't you keep it to yourself?)

"Hey- What are you doing out so late?" I look up to see Yoongi. He was in his working attire. With a flashlight in hand.

"Yoongi! Uh. Hey. I'm just strolling around. I'm not sleepy yet."

"Alone? Walking on the dark corridor alone? How come a girl is not afraid of the dark?" He asked. As if he saw a girl walk blindly in the dark. I secretly rolled my eyes.

"I don't really consider it as my fear. It's just...dark has been part of my life now." He walked beside me. Keeping the distance close. He held a light in his right hand.

"Really? How come?" He asked. Staring at the dark hall.

"Well, ever since my parents died. Well, darkness has been part of my life, until now. It's never my fear. Darkness is a friend of mine." I said. He nods and makes an amused expression.

"That's terrible yet, awesome at the same time." He said with a slow clap. He wore a black coat that covered most of his body. He had a scar on his neck. I never noticed it before. I shook my head, focusing on the hall. I looked at his hair it was mopped black, and a bit messy. We arrived at my room.

"Yeah. Um. I better go now." I said. As I took out the keys to my room. He nodded and smiled.

"Yeah. Sweet dreams. Good talk." He said. Giving me a short wave before he leave he winked at me. Uhhh. What was that? I thought.

I unlock my room to reveal a still-sleeping Namjoon. What the-

"Heather-" Jimin was cut off by a Namjoon screaming his lungs out. He had his hands up in the air and my bed was so messy. What have you done boi?

"Oh. It's you, Heather. I thought it was the ghost boy." He laughed and sighed. He tried to fix the pillows that were scattered all over the place. Did he have a slumber party without my permission?

"Ghost boy? How did you know it's a guy?" I asked him. Dumbfounded. Picking up the pillows on the floor.

"Uh. I don't know, my gut feeling told me it's a guy." Namjoon said with a shrug. He smiled with his eyes close, as he flopped back on the bed.

"Uh. By the way, I got some chips and movies!" I exclaimed, he quickly stood up and run up to me and took the chips, laying down back down on my bed.

Jimin who was there, standing beside the bed staring at the window. He looks like he's in deep thought. I sighed. I walk towards him.

"Uh. I forgot something. I'll be back." I said and grab Jimin's arm, dragging him out of the room. I slammed the door behind me, looking at Jimin's serious face.

"What was that thing you are about to tell me about?" I asked, he look at me straight in the eyes.

His dead serious.

"That Yoongi guy... he... I think... I'm not really sure about this. But he sounds like the guy who killed me. Remember I told you, I remember the tone of his voice, well they sound the same. Exactly the same. No kidding." He said. I was shocked at first, then laughed. Pffts.

"Are you telling me, that Yoongi guy killed you? He looks so innocent and he just works here in an old crappy apartment. Looks like no harm was on his shoulders. Why do you think he's the one who killed you?" I asked clueless about what he was bickering about.

"Gut feeling I guess." He said. I smiled. And sighed. "Fine. I don't like him." He said. He huffed.

"Whatever." I huffed.

"You know, Let's not jump to conclusions. Let's watch movies first!" I exclaimed and drag him into the room with Namjoon. Who was now picking the movie to watch?

"I want this!" He exclaimed. And jump up and down on my bed.

"Hwarang?" I snatched it from his grasp.

"Yay! Yes. I want this too!" I joined in and put in the movie. I run beside Namjoon who was in his position. Jimin joining.

Namjoon was on my right side and Jimin was on the other.

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They watched movies and series' all night. Until they all fell asleep.

Jimin who was still awake, he turns off the television and watched the two sleep peacefully. He layers beside Heather and closed his eyes.

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