Jimin slipped. Screaming, jumping, and trying to embarrassingly grab onto any body part that he could, he fell back.

You panicked over him being loud with his screaming. Moving to grab hold of him before he could hurt himself, you managed to find strength that you never had before. In awe over what you were capable of, you caught the shaking man in your arms. Like a bride falling into their hubby's arms, you held him and his eyes were wide when staring up at you.

"Sorry for sexually harassing you there," you sang out, smirking down at him, "I didn't realize you'd be able to see me, let alone feel me slap your ass."

Jimin screamed so loud.

Pushing away from you with his soapy hands, he moved out of the water that didn't seem to get you wet. Feet slipping and sliding as he held onto the towel and quickly ran out of the bathroom, you could hear him startling all the members as he screeched and barely held proper sentences to answer their questions down the hall.

Slightly in shock yourself, you didn't move out of the bathroom as a naked Jimin struggling with a towel pulled in Taehyung who was confused and staring around the bathroom; his oblivious eye looking for a spider of some sort.

Jimin's eyes widened when you were still in the tub. Slapping at Taehyung's arm, he pointed and went, "You see? Aish, wha-"

"See what?" Taehyung asked, eyes tired.

Jimin's face grew paler than yours. And that was saying a lot since you were deceased.

"Her! The bleeding girl!" Jimin yelled, bewildered and praying for Taehyung to see what was going on.

You stared at Taehyung, then Jimin, then soon after, everyone else as they were curious and confused over the commotion. Wising that your dead heart would flutter, your eyes were soft again when seeing your favourite idol group all together in front of you. Sure, you had been spending time with each other them without them knowing, but it was still beautiful to see them all together in concern for Jimin.

"What're you talking about?" Hoseok asked, snorting as he looked over at your direction.

You were surprised that none saw you other than the naked mochi that moved hastily towards the shower again. You looked at him as he screeched and looked at you. "She's right here!" He panicked, making sure to keep good distance. "She's bleeding and she's weari-" Jimin's mouth sealed instantly when looking down at your ripped clothing.

The shirt you wore was Bangtan merch. His eyes moved back up to your eyes. One bled, while the other, well the other was easily accessible for him to look deep into. Jimin's eyes softened.

"You're the fan..." he breathed out.

"I'm too tired for this," Yoongi mumbled, grabbing hold of Jungkook as they moved out. The maknae made a noise, wishing to stay, but having Hoseok cling onto them as well as all left, Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon lingered.

"Jiminie?" It was Jin.

Jimin blinked away from you. No longer screaming, no longer panicked. He felt saddened at his heart, all while shocked over what he was seeing not being a dream. He looked back at the three remaining. Before any could say a confused word, Jimin beat them to it.

"I uh," the boy struggled with a laugh, his eyes terrified, "I think I'm just a little shaken up."

"You still see something?" Taehyung asked, concerned.

Jimin swallowed. He awkwardly side-glanced over in your direction before shaking his head.

Namjoon sighed dramatically before following Jin out. Taehyung lingered for a second longer before nodding, telling Jimin to change, and walking out after the other members were long gone back to their own businesses.

Jimin was alone in the bathroom with you. He moved around to face you. Eyeing you quiet for a second, he closed his eyes incredibly tight and whispered to himself. Your brows furrowed deeply as he mumbled for him to 'not be crazy' as he peeked one eye open.

You waved.

Jimin whined before closing his eyes again and praying.

"Prayin' ain't helping no one," you chuckled out, trying to find reasons to why Jimin was able to see you.

Jimin stared at you. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted. He looked insanely adorable. Hair wet and hitting his eyes, the water from earlier was still wet and visible on his naked flesh that he failed to cover so greatly. The best he could do was wrap the towel around his waist; that didn't stop you from gawking over at his abs.

"Don't worry, you aren't crazy," you sighed out, floating out of the tub before walking in front of him and towards the toilet. "I'm a ghost and for some reason you can see me."

Jimin looked visibly sick. "How are you so calm?" he asked, bewildered and not able to believe his eyes.

You shrugged. "I'm dead. What's there to worry about," you scoffed, moving your legs to rest on the counter. They slipped right through and you sighed before standing up straight and trying to present yourself in a cooler light.

Jimin studied you.

You caught his eyes and went, "Boo!" out of the blue.

Jimin jumped, arms out in defense as he moved back.

You grinned. "Don't get your dick knotted in a twist," you piped before winking and staring over at his junk that was now covered, "...and I believe it truly is big enough to be knotted."

Jimin blushed, tightening the towel onto him as he cleared his throat. "A-Are you-"

"The fan that you all killed? Yes."

He looked sad.

You rolled your eyes, "Oh quit being sad."

"You're a fan."

"Were," you corrected and he grew even more sad.

Laughing, you stood right in front of him. Jimin's eyes seemed to widen at the fact that your feet didn't touch the ground for a second. Swallowing hard when you stood right in front of him, the amusement on your face made his skin crawl. It didn't help that when you smirked, there was blood at your teeth.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you."

You waved him off. "It's fine."

His brows furrowed. "How can it be fine? You're dead. That isn't okay."

You stared at him. Blinking, you tried to stay positive like how you had the entire day so far. You didn't want to think about Jonah. You didn't want to think about your ex-girlfriend, and you didn't want to think about your Mother. You wanted to stay happy and relish in the idea of you being a presence that none could see; there was so much more to get away with.

Smirking again, there was a tiny bit of disgust on the boy's face as you moved into him. Like a scared puppy, he moved back. "Hey," you piped, wiggling your brows, "The plus side is that your hot piece of ass is able to see me now. Every dead girl's wish."

Jimin swallowed hard, insanely hard. Skipping back and almost slipping on the wet tiled from before, the idol nervously laughed at you check him out with your eyes before wiggling your eyebrows again. "Am I your favourite?" he asked, trying to build conversation out of his horror.

"You are now," you flirted and Jimin tried to smile but it came out weak.

"Okay. W-We," he nervously smiled, turned off the tap that was still spilling out water before running around you, hoping to not have you touch him again, "Let's just," he glanced at the door, eyes squinting, "Let's go into my bedroom and sort this out. If I'm here any longer talking to thin air they'll definitely think I've gone insane."

You nodded. Staring over at the droplets of water that were dancing across his chest, shoulders, arms, and just below his hips that were tucked away by the towel. "Let's go," you sang out, cute. The sudden excitement in your voice was heard by the man that was clearly questioning his sanity.

"This is insane," he breathed out, turning his back to you as he started to walk towards the door.

You stared at his back. Moving to slap your hand over the towel he held, Jimin jumped forward when feeling the touch. You snorted, laughing before covering your face with your hands from embarrassment over the fact that you courageously slapped his ass a second time.

"What the f-"

"Sorry sorry," you squeaked, "Just wanted to see if this was real or not. I can't believe you can see me!"

Jimin swallowed hard, eyes squinting and skin pale again. "Yay," he sang, unenthusiastic.

You jumped, excited. "Ahh, let's go into your room and have weird human and ghost sex."

Jimin's eyes widened. Shaking his head quickly, you giggled and took hold of his hand. Feeling your dead heart flutter a little when you were able to touch him, your brows furrowed as you choked the flutter to be due to the fact that you were excited. But you could have sworn...your heart was at a single beat for a moment there.

Rushing out the door, you forgot that Jimin was living as you phased through the wood and had him slam right into it on the other side. Jolting in surprise, you ringed with apologises as you phased back in and saw the boy on the ground, groaning in pain.

Fixing his towel for him when seeing he could flash you, he whined out a "thank you" before having you help him back up.

"This is so weird!" he yelled out, jumping and hating how your fingers felt on his. It was eerie and insanely weird; there was a slight burning sensation cascading alongside your touch.

"I KNOW," you moaned excited.

You pulled him through the door again. Jimin cursed. You covered your face, trying not to laugh before phasing in and seeing him glare over at you. He was scared, tired, and still in shock.

"I'm so sorry," you breathed out.

Jimin moved past you, opened the door, and looked back at you.

"After you," he said, not wanting you behind him anymore.

His cheeks were slightly red and you smiled before moving at his command.

Going down the hall, you smirked, looking back at him as you continued to float backwards. Jimin noticed and had his eyes wide when staring at you. "Please this must be some sort of sick dream," he said to himself, mouth still so hard to close from the initial shock you had caused.

"Can I help you pick your outfit?" you asked cute and excited, never dreaming to be able to talk to anyone after you had died. And to your miracle, the one that could see you was Park Jimin of all people.

Jimin was alarmed. "Huh?" he asked, still shocked.

"Your bed outfit! Your nighty-night clothing! Can I help you get dressed! Ah, I can be like your ghost best friend!" you chirped and Jimin grew so sick. He didn't want to offend so he just smiled as kindly as he could muster.

Pointing to his room, he watched you phase through the door and he was left shaking in at his knees.

"Woah," he breathed out.

The boy didn't know what to feel.

About to grab hold of the door and walk through, his eyes moved over to Namjoon who was stressed and on the phone down the hall. Jimin watched as you poked your head through the door, your hair grazing and tickling his wet chest causing him to grow startled for a second. He looked at your head that was phased through the door, then back at Namjoon with concern.

"Ne, ne," the leader said, sighing before wishing a good night to whoever was on the phone.

"What's wrong?" you asked, looking over at Jimin. Your eyes met his chest and you pursed your lips from smiling before forcing yourself to be focused as you stared up at his face.

Jimin blinked. He ignored you for a moment as he asked, "Hyung, everything okay?"

Namjoon seemed to catch Jimin's gaze. He didn't see you poking your head out and looking directly at him. Eyes sad, he nodded. "Just some news on the fan," the leader said soft, "It's somewhat good news but let's just hope for the best."

Your brows furrowed deep. "What? What good news? What's happening?" you asked, instantly riled as you stared at Jimin who cleared his throat and nodded at your head.

You watched as he asked for you. "W-What news?"

"They think they might've found a heartbeat," Namjoon whispered, smile sad before moving into his room.

Your eyes widened. So that's what that was before! My body trying to communicate with my ass!

Jimin's lips parted.

Namjoon claimed for him to find some rest as he disappeared into the room.

"She might actually be alive," Jimin whispered, smiling a tiny bit in relief.

You looked at him as if he was stupid. "No I won't," you piped and he jumped again in fright, almost as if he forgot you were there. "I'm floating around like a ghost, I'm pretty sure whatever they felt was an aftershock of the death itself."

"Don't think like that," Jimin whispered, his eyes meeting yours. For just a second there, he wasn't weirded out over the fact that your head was sticking out of a fucking door. "You could make it out of this."

"And how do you suggest I do that? There's no special handbook or guide for the afterlife."

Jimin blinked, his forehead creased. He was deep in thought. "You can figure it out...I'll uh," he swallowed hard, unable to believe what he was about to say, "I'll help you."

You sighed. "Okay big boy," you taunted before holding onto his hand again. "But for now, ghost sex and best friend bonding, let's go."

He struggled as you pulled him unknowingly to the door again.

"N-No, I can't-"

You phased through the door again, ignoring his warning. Jimin fell back.

This time, the towel didn't save him as he was sprawled naked on the hallway floors.

"You've really got to stop doing that," Jimin mumbled, holding his face in his tiny hands.