You stared at the boy who practiced along the rest of Bangtan. Like normal, you let this day go as any other. Collecting yourself and seeing them pop and sway to the beats that softened your mind, every time Jimin would consider the mirror to stare over at you, you'd smile. With a nod, you could see he was worried and you hated that he was stressed over you and your unresolved issues. So, to ease him, you mastered the art of fake smiling.

Jimin didn't fall for it and you both knew. He grew more and more worried as time went by. From the dancing to the singing and dancing scheme together, to now, the break where he stayed behind in the practice room with a lie about him sitting for a while before going to eat with the boys. He stayed behind to talk to you.

"We'll head right out in a few more hours alright?" Jimin asked, his hand in yours. You had clutched onto it as soon as he had finished dancing, sweaty and clammy, you didn't care. You left his tiny cute hands with everything you got – fueled by fear.

You nodded slowly. "I'm sorry for being an annoying burden."

Jimin's brows knit, he shook his head, face falling as he stepped in to soothe you. "No, no," he said breathless, "you can't, you aren't a burden and you definitely aren't annoying. You need my help and I'm willing, I'm not doing this out of force."

You nodded, smiling weakly when his free hand moved to rub gently at your shoulder. You shut your eyes and sighed when his fingers moved to the side of your neck, up to your cheek, before slowly poking your skin below your cheekbone. Jimin waited for you to look back at him, constantly poking your cheek until he did. Gently whacking his hand away, you chuckled before narrowing your eyes at his cute smile directed towards you.

"Cheer up okay?" He squeezed your hand, "We're in this together."

You nodded, smiling and watching him turn to completely shut the music that softly played at the speakers. As he turned, your smile fell and your eyes were pained. You watched Jimin's back as he crouched, taking this as your chance to debate whether or not to run, you sighed internally as you did. You left him, not wanting to bother him with your problems as you set out to figure it out yourself.

Jimin turned around and as he did, his brows jumped when you were no longer in the room. His jaw clenched hard, eyes hardening slowly as he called for you and got no answer. Breathless, he pushed with energy towards the exit, moving to the hallway and seeing your hand graze the corner before your form completely disappeared. About to run after you, he stopped. He froze and looked back at his members that called him down the hall. Setting eyes on the opened door, he noticed them all sat on the ground, food out and ready to consume.

"Jimin, come!"

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"I'm coming."

You whispered to nothing, talking and thinking about your body as you hopped from car to car, floating and phasing faster than ever as you rushed to get to the arena where you were run over alongside. Stumbling as you got off your final car, hopping and landing onto your feet, your face was serious for the first time in a while as you looked around the road that had cars moving fast on it. The road was no longer blocked for investigation, opened and cleaned up as the police reported and notes as much as they could.

Cars went through you. They didn't notice you as you stood in the middle of the road, in the middle of the spot you had been pancake-pressed down at. In the middle, right in the middle, you didn't move, saddened that the world seemed to have already moved on without saving you a second glance.

That's how it worked right? You die, they grief even if they didn't know you, then they forget about you a few weeks after.

Your eyes moved away from the cars that moved through you and over at the light sources that were dimmed high in the day-time now. Looking at the pole it was attached to, there were letters, thoughts, words, and many many flowers.

Your saddened expression smiled a little.

-

Your saddened expression rarely smiled.

Standing in front of the hospital, the jitters that circled up and down your body, coursing through is what confused you. You were supposed to be dead, or at least close to being so, but here you were, feeling every emotion a living breathing human would if alive and awaiting uncomfortable truth.

Taking your time to compose, you took in a long breath that seemed to successfully circle through your lungs. Not aware that you had just taken a real alive breath just now, you were too induced in the horror waiting inside to care.

Phasing through doors and walls to get faster to the room that would include you, you went floor by floor. Checking each room and not finding yourself yet, the anxiousness grew and the tenser your face became. It wasn't until you were on the third floor, an emergency room 7 where you found it. You were here. You were with yourself, staring at yourself.

Tubes and machines all around your form, your eyes softened when seeing a familiar face sleeping by your arm. Cheek pressed against the sheets, tears stung your eyes when catching the sight of your Mother. Hearing a slight shift from the opposite side, you hadn't noticed phasing through someone until they shivered by the chair near the bathroom door. Jonah sat, staring at your unstable body laying lifeless on the bed.

You were breathless as you laughed, wiping at your cheeks and forcing yourself to be strong, you could see the bag underneath your best friend's eyes. Staring at him numbly blinking, you pursed your lips shut before releasing them so you could speak. "You let my ass go," you giggled, remembering the Titanic joke he had made before letting you drift into the fans, "You lil' asshole."

Jonah didn't laugh. He couldn't hear and see you but you were fooled for a second when he sighed to himself, shook his head. His watery eyes blinked back tears as he moved to step out of the room. You watched him hide himself breaking apart as he disappeared into the hall. As he did, it forces you to focus back on your body that lay and then your Mother that stay close to it.

Trying not to look at your Mother fast asleep because you knew you'd cry, no denial worked when seeing her holding your hand while sleeping. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you acted as if you weren't crying even though your vision was completely blurred from the salt water. Again, this sadness, this emotion...you shouldn't be feeling this if you were truly dead.

Looking over at your pale face, you could see the condition you were in and it sickened you. There was a bandage on your eye that had vessels burst, extra skin and fat that had been moved to different parts of your body that had been ripped and gone with the bus's tire after you were flattened and left to die. Some parts, newly stitched up made you look like Frankenstein waiting to be electrocuted until life came of it.

Your hand shook as you moved to touch your body. If this was the anchor Thing sang about and your assumptions were right, touching your body and being next to it should strengthen the resistance against Thing and its appearance. From your interpretation, your body was the hint. Your body, the vessel, was the anchor.

As you touched your bare arm, your shaking hand went right through it. Your watering eyes squinted at that as you brought your hand back and tried to touch yourself again. Nothing. You phased right through. No hold, no heartbeat, no sudden sense of smell and emotion. Nothing. Your body reacted to you the same way your ghost-form had everyone else react...everyone except for Jimin.

Your eyes softened, lips parting in shock as you came to conclusion slowly. Jimin's the anchor.

Before you could relish and determine why or how that was, or why that made sense by any means, there was a soft knock on the door and you had your dampened cheeks fluster over in the direction of the door so you could witness a head pop in. At the noise, your Mother woke and glanced over with a smile in the direction of the girl who snuck into the room quietly.

Your lips shut closed. You glanced down at your feet awkwardly when looking past the flowers the girl held and at her face that was upset. Iniko, your ex-girlfriend hugged your Mother tight and for a long while. You watched the two grieve over you that lay right beside their legs. Then you watched your Mom's teary face excuse herself as she stepped out the same as Jonah from earlier – leaving you alone with the one girl you hadn't seen for months.

Normally you would've left the room awkward, adorable, and confused. But you weren't alive now and it was clear she couldn't see you. So, you stayed. You watched as she sat on the chair you Mother warmed up for her and noticed the way her eyes started to water when catching and studying the side of your face. She was quiet and you couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she was when she cried. It was unfair really, you looked like a dying walrus when you would sob...how Jimin handled it twice in a row lately was something you didn't understand.

Her hair was blue. A pastel, greying, blue. You smiled lightly at the fact that her roots were growing out and black, her face bare and eyes were swollen from possible crying she had been committed to doing. Her lips had a natural pout, but in this moment, with her state, she looked extra sad as they plumped out. Skin pale, you were surprised she looked sicker than you and you weren't even in your body. But what you focused on the most was her red nose. It always got that way when she cried and Iniko seemed to never stop as she sobbed suddenly.

Your face scrunched in the nervousness of the sudden situation. You wanted to look away and run out of the hospital but you couldn't, you stared at the beautiful with almond-shaped eyes. You stared at her lips, the ones you used to kiss. Then, when you looked at your body again and were thankful you were dead for a second. At least this way I got to see her again...

"Please come back to them, they miss you," Iniko finally spoke and it was a sniffle. You were in awe as you watched her continue, "...I miss you."

You didn't know how to react. More importantly, you didn't have time to react when there was black dust circling out of the vents in the room above your hospital bed. Blinking and suddenly terrified, your plan failed. Thinking you'd be safe with your body and didn't need Jimin, that wasn't the case at all. Thing was back and it was strong as it started to form itself in the corner of the room behind Iniko.

"She's precious, isn't she?" Thing chuckled out, roaring in laughter when you mimicked a gust of wind and immediately phased out the door.

You heard the laughter getting louder and as it did, you ran and tripped into people more, phasing through them and having them randomly shake from a chill before going back to doing their work. Nurses, crying families, doctors that rushed into rooms, patients in wheelchairs...you didn't care who you went through as you ran for you life.

"Peek-"

You were harshly breathing as Thing crawled on the ceiling above you.

"A-"

Watching it as you run, your body shook as it leaped to your head but you phased downwards for the first time since the bus where you had accidentally fallen through. Now on level 2, you ran, had it follow you before tricking it and phasing back to level 3. This saved you from running farther before being flung. As you were about to phase out the last wall of the hospital, last brick, last glued formation, you were flung backward.

Groaning, you slid on the floor of the hallway, stopping directly in front of Room 7. Your room.

Snapping your head when Thing grabbed at your ankles, it's dark mouth brought back it's sharpened teeth as it sang out the last bit of it's taunt.

"BOO!"

You wailed loud as Thing flung you to the opposite side of its standing. Head hitting the floor with a loud bang, a machine that monitored heartbeat, blood pressure, and temperature all in one. It lingered on wheels and fell along with you. Everyone looked over at it, not you not you. The nurse shook her head as she picked up the machine next to your head and brought it back up. You, however, you lay on the ground under the weight of Thing that started to crawl onto you a second time since this morning.

You weren't crying. Not like the other two times. Screaming at the top of your lungs, there was anger in the pain Thing caused in your body. Growling, you clawed into Thing's hood, digging with a surprise before using the force you never knew you had to fling it off you. Tossing it to go over and hit the far end of the hallway, it was a long way and when Thing hit the wall, the clock on it shook and fell onto the floor. People screamed from the sudden fright, others confused, but you didn't seem to care for their reactions as you got onto your feet and huffed in breaths. Nostrils flaring, body tensing, and hands in fists, you stood in position to attack again.

But Thing didn't move. It groaned as it got up with difficulty from down the hall. That's what you knew, it could feel pain too. Body loosening a little as it chuckled, hugging its ribs from underneath the hood, you heard, "I saw that coming. Nice play, nice play."

Then Thing vanished. Immensely confused, it all made sense when hearing a familiar voice bark into your ear so close. Whipping around, you couldn't as his disguised body sunk into your neck, breathing hard as he dragged you towards the supply closet down the hall. You could feel the anger that raged off him from the way he held your arm so you didn't fight him off you no matter how strong you were at the moment.

"We need to talk," he said through his teeth, irritation visible even past the fashionable mask that covered his lips.

You let Jimin drag you into the supply closet of the hospital's floor before any nurses or staff could see.