Each echo of the steps that were taken behind them poured sickness into the pits of their stomach.

"Please confirm that I am only hearing things". Jimin chuckled tensely.

Jungkook gulped when the footsteps concluded, gathering his bravery to whirl back his head just to find no one there. 

"Are we both hearing things?", he questioned in fear, "What did you hear?"

"Someone calling you a cren - something idiot...?"

"We can't be imagining the same thing- Are we hearing things?" 

"I don't believe so unless you are nutritionally inadequate."

Both their heads progressively turned forward to find a silhouette sitting in the audience with one leg crossed over as though watching a showcase.

Jimin's trembling hand clasped on the younger's jacket, "J-Jungkook, I think I'm losing my shit"

However, Jungkook was also on the edge of losing his shit. His cheeks twitched in panic, eyes glossy, and lips parted to show the tops of his bunny teeth. 

He was truly losing his shit. Perhaps, as a result of the fact that he was unaware if he'd actually encounter a ghost.

But now he was and he had no idea of what to do.

"Ah. Humans never cease to amuse me.", The very same strong voice was now approaching them from behind.

In fright, both guys whirled around, but found no one. They were being played and they knew it. But what were mortals in front of the dead? 

The hair on their nape was lifted abruptly by an icy exhalation that crept over their skin,

"Boo~!"

And that was it for Jimin, his legs ultimately gave up, body dropping to the ground.

"Hyung!", Jungkook cried, his mind began to function normally once more. 

He glanced over at the shadow one last time before using all of his rigid reflexes, cupping his hands under Jimin's frail figure and holding him up before leaping off the platform and dashing down the aisle he had originally walked up from. The only source of illumination for the murky way in front of him was the torch in his hand.

"Don't return.", A faint voice could be heard behind him. 

But he was returning. 

Convinced that the next time, he would be alone.

Jungkook cursed when realizing he had forgotten the route back. He frantically searched the area out of concern for his unconscious friend. 

Eventually, the exit was noticed and he hurried out with sore arms, managing to open the car and place Jimin gently on the rear seat.

The older man was shook gently, "Hyung? Please, wake up..."

At his lack of response, Jungkook became increasingly fretful, his eyes tearing up at the thought of it all being his fault. 

But just then, Jimin's body whipped up into a defensive stance, his first words being "FIGHT ME YOU VOLDEMORT'S NOSTRILS LOOKING RAT!", and having Jungkook recoil in startle. 

"Where did that ghost go?" the shorter guy then questioned calmly with dangling feet and flappy eyes after staring at the constipated look on the younger's face who followed up with a sigh of relief.

 "Let's get you home."

"Wha- but what about my Barbeque and Beer?"

The men got engaged in a talk that blinded them from the entities,

quietly watching them leave the land they had dared to step on

which belonged to the nonexistent since decades.