You trudged slowly over to the road, eyes scanning the ground for a doll, or anything that looked like one. There was a chance that it may not be around any longer, for example someone may have picked it up and thrown it into the trash, or a car could have ran over it causing it to fly into drainage, all sorts of things. 

"Where are you going now?" Jin asked.

"We need to find that doll. That's what I suspect is keeping her here," you replied keeping your eyes on the stretch of road.

Instead of questioning further, Jin followed turning now and then over his shoulder to the strange girl on the swing that watched on with a dead stare. He shivered despite the warm coat he had on, feeling greatly uncomfortable. He'd been possessed once before, that you would think seeing a ghost right in front of you would be normal. It did not feel normal for him by any means. 

You stepped onto the side of the road, being careful not to get too near the traffic as it passed by. Without warning your breath caught in your throat as a bright light flashed before your vision, an image being engraved behind your eyes as it faded as quick as it had appeared.

It had been of a small body lying still in the road, a pool of blood around her head and on her clothes, one of her legs bent at an unnatural angle. And if you had made it out correctly, something resembling similar to a doll lying next to her.

With the suddenness of it all, you recoiled your steps in shock, your left heel clipping the curb behind. You would have fallen onto your behind if not for the pair of arms that enveloped you, keeping you upright. You turned your head to see Jin with a fluid rise of his right eyebrow, a stray strand of hair falling over his eye as he looked down at you.

He held you long enough for the warmth from his body into seep into your own. The look in his eyes melting into a warm chocolatey smoulder before it evaporated, leaving his usual overcritical stare in place.

"I don't pick up my pace to save just anyone I hope you realise," he commented, releasing you somewhat reluctantly. 

Eh, well its not like it would have been fatal anyways. I would have just fallen on my ass. You thought back to him.

You mumbled a quick 'thank you' and had the urge to slap yourself out of the weird feeling that had fluttered in your stomach and had your heart momentarily racing. 

That whole vision had acted just like the way your ' gift' worked. Just like the time a while ago when you had gone to the morgue with Jackson and touched the nurse's skin, triggering a vision in your mind. Confused with this incident however, you realised that you hadn't touched anything, and it had come out of nowhere this time. Strange...

The dizziness dissipating quickly, you looked over to the part of the road you had seen the body, and made your way slowly over. Spotting something small in the middle of the road, you began to squint. 

Sitting upright like it was alive, was the doll. With its beady shiny black button eyes and stitched grin it seemed to draw you over to it, beckoning you to pick it up. 

So this was the dead girl's game. Did she think you were stupid? You weren't a child about to run into the multi-lane road and get hit by a car. As an adult aware of your surroundings you could easily judge when and when not to walk across to it, avoiding oncoming vehicles. Well, you hoped you were at least. 

As you stepped out again, Jin's hand reached out to stop you, absentmindedly hovering in mid air wondering what was going through your head to cross the busy road, until he too spotted the doll.

You stopped when necessary, getting looks from drivers thinking you were crazy to be crossing here and jogged over the lanes when you judged it right. You managed to reach the spot where the doll sat, still staring at you emptily, narrowly missing a honking car zooming past, way over the speed limit mind you. 

You snatched up the dolly and carefully made your way back to the pavement and to the park. 

"I can't believe you just did that. This is a main road," Jin said shaking his head disapprovingly. 

"Well I'd like to know why they would build a park next to it, knowing full well that children are unpredictable," you stated with an angry look, not directed towards Jin specifically. 

You walked back over to the ghost, holding the doll with both of your hands as you stopped in front of her.

"You need to go now," you began softly, extending the object out to her. "And no more messing with the lives of others ok?"

The girl took it gingerly out of your hands, leaving a trail of crisp coldness on your skin where her hands came into contact with your own. She gave you a small smile, closing her eyes as her translucent body faded into nothing. The doll remained, dropping to the ground as the young girl vanished. 

Seokjin watched you pick up the dolly, and reach into your bag to pull out a lighter, holding it beneath the doll, flicking it on. 

The doll sizzled then burned quickly and brightly. You let it fall once the flame was steady, and watched it blacken and turn to ash.

"Well, that's that," you spoke brushing your hands together and dusting off your sleeves. 

"So this is what you do, other than therapy?" Jin questioned, putting his weight onto one leg leaning with his hip slightly out. 

"Yes."

"A waste of time if you ask me," he said sticking his nose up.

"Ah yes, helping others and making sure that they're safe from future dangers is a 'waste of time'," you replied sarcastically. 

"Only if you care about other people, and let me tell you for a fact that most won't reciprocate that care. They probably haven't the slightest clue what you do for them. You want to live a life like that? No one to praise you?" 

You felt yourself deflate, the feeling of pity blooming in your chest from Jin's words. This man was so backwards. Had he been like this before being possessed? Was he anything like he was now?

"Honestly? Honestly I'm just happy that I can help, with or without their thanks. I guess its about having some humility, for others too Seokjin. Although someone may not be important to you doesn't mean they're automatically worthless. Sometimes you need to think of others before yourself."

Jin faltered for a moment being sent into a daze from your reply. 

Why were you so selfless? Everyone loved to recieve praise, be it covertly or not, and Jin was no exception. Jin had basked blissfully in your compliments and awe towards his talent with the butterfly pinning and his cooking (well the cooking that he had managed to get done before you had cut yourself), he craved it. During his modelling career he had sponged up each and every compliment he received (which had been a lot) and found great pleasure in being admired and adored. 

So Jin found it greatly puzzling and somewhat repulsive with your humbleness, yet he was completely enraptured by it. Seokjin couldn't describe it exactly, the way you were so captivating to him, and he hadn't the faintest idea as to why. Honestly though, he also found that he wasn't interested in why at all, although he would be keeping all this to himself. 

You took one last glance at the stone tunnel making sure that Yoongi had completely gone. You swore that if you run into him again (and you had an inkling of a feeling that you would) you would get some answers out of him as he seemed to know a lot more than he let on and that fact greatly vexed you. 

You would return to the facility to write a short report about the park's haunting (leaving the part with Min Yoongi out of it of course) and turn it in to Mr. Bang, who would surely give you a scolding for taking on a case so soon in your delicate condition.

You craned your neck up tilting your head towards the sky and let out a slow exhale.  Today went fine, there was no need to worry.

"The weather's getting dreary nowadays. I guess autumn is on its way," you commented, looking up at the vast extent of clouds.

Seokjin watched the wind whip strands of your hair around your face and blow locks of it into curls, entranced by the scene.

You eyed him warily as he stepped closer to you and raised a hand to your face, catching the few strands of hair over your face and letting them curl around his fingers gingerly. 

"Lovely," he breathed, eyes hooded and seemingly absent. It took you a second to realise that he was trembling. You could only stare at him in confusion, your brows creased with slight concern and lips pulled into a small frown. He actions were a little unusual for him, but you kept silent, not really knowing what to say. 

The two of you left the park and returned to the facility, safe and sound without a scrape or graze to your name, hoping this would ease Shihyuk's mind even a little bit. 

Feeling confident that Jin could find his way back to his room, you split ways with him in the foyer after you had taken off your shoes, and casually waved goodbye to him.

Jin felt his heart constrict in his chest at the small gesture. He hadn't broken his gaze from where you had disappeared from his line of sight as if in a trance. 

The way you waved goodbye to him...Insignificant to most but to him, it felt so meaningful. 

No longer did he have anyone in his life to wave goodbye to him, nor anyone to greet him with a genuine smile. 

He embedded the sight into his brain, along with all the other little gestures you had given him over  the weeks, from smiles, frowns, the redness of your cheeks when you blushed to the movement of your lips when you spoke to him.

Jin let out a quiet scoff and shook his head as he left the foyer towards the patient wing of the building, a shaded look befalling on his features, and a smirk tugging at his lips.

All the escaped convict needed to do was trace his steps backwards, to where he first encountered you at the grocery store. To where you had ratted him out. Namjoon had managed to make his way through Seoul pretty easily with his stolen vehicle, stolen phone and without the help of his two dead-weight accomplices.  

The automatic doors of the grocery store opened for him, bringing a sense of incoming doom inside with him. Namjoon's footsteps were slow and heavy, a direct calmness to his pace. Hat low shadowing his calculative eyes and adorning a black face mask Namjoon counted the heads currently in the store, excluding the employee at the register. There were four others in total, a mother and her two young daughters, and a middle aged man.

The two children were chasing each other around the aisles with no awareness for those around them, one of them having the misfortune to smack into Namjoon's legs and stagger backwards. 

She looked up at him with wide innocent eyes instantly regretting her actions no matter how accidental it they had been. This man towering over her reminded her of the wolf from her red riding hood book. Glowing red eyes and honed claws and sharp teeth-

-all the better to eat you with- no no. This man was just a man with normal teeth (she hoped behind the mask) and eyes and no claws.

It didn't take much but a slight narrow of his eyes for the girl to tremble, then run whimpering back to her mother with her sister in tow. The mother had finished paying and consoled the two that grappled onto her legs, the two sisters eyeing Namjoon nervously as they walked out of the store.

Just one other man left. Namjoon gauged the possibilities of the man leaving any time soon, and he decided that he wouldn't be much of a problem as he seemed to be drunk judging by the sway and jagged steps he slowly took around the store. 

The mask clad male moved over to the payment counter and smiled politely behind his mask, showing the way his eyes creased slightly making sure that the cashier would realise what expression he currently plastered on. 

"Hi, excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me," he began masking his tone with fake friendliness. 

"What can I do for you, sir?" The boy behind the cash desk didn't seem to be all that confident, and Namjoon picked up from the way that he spoke he was socially awkward in a way. 

"Well you see, I was in here a little more than a week ago and I think I may have dropped my ID card while I was here. Could I trouble you perhaps to have a look at the security footage of that day? It'd help me a lot."

"I-I'm sorry sir, only the manager has access to that and he's on break at the moment." Soft spoken and a little nervous, wouldn't hurt a fly. 

Namjoon found it difficult to feel bad. 

"Sorry, I don't think I phrased that properly," Namjoon's voice dropped an octave, "I'd like to see the security footage of that day now, please." Casually reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a Glock and let the hand that held it fall limp at his side so the barrel was currently pointing to the floor. He hadn't the need to point it at the cashier, as the young man only needed to see the threat to understand that he had to play along or the consequences would be fatal.

The sales assistant broke into a sweat, his whole body tensing up as alarm and distress flooded his system all at once. In fear for his life, the young man hesitantly gestured for Namjoon to follow him out back into the staff only area walking stiffly but quickly. He led Namjoon to the security office- a small box of a room, dark and filled with wires, illuminated with the monitors and t.v screens mounted on the wall above a messy desk. 

Namjoon gestured for his hostage to operate the system to find files of past recordings, to find the day you and he first met. Thanks to his hyperthymesia, Namjoon recalled the exact date and time it happened from his memory.

Quickly navigating through the files, the sales assistant found what Namjoon was looking for and zoomed in onto a female's face upon his request. 

Namjoon took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of different angles of your face, sliding the device back into his pocket.

"I'm curious," Namjoon started out of the blue, turning to the tense shop boy. "Do you find anything about this job, particularly, annoying? Infuriating even?"

The employee looked at him with frightened eyes, wondering what meaning he had to the question.

"I don't get paid enough to deal with some of the shit customers give me," he answered truthfully, brow knitted together in puzzlement at Namjoon's out of the blue question, yet hanging onto the fear of the weapon Namjoon lazily shifted in his hand. There was something about this man, something not quite right, other than the fact that he had a fucking gun and was threatening the poor employee. There was something that seemed inhuman. The sales assistant also felt that there would be bad consequences if he didn't answer him.

"And?" Namjoon urged, crossing his arms as he leant back on the desk behind him, tapping a finger on his bicep, handgun now tucked under his arm. 

"A-and the manger treats me like I'm stupid," he stuttered, looking at Namjoon as if to ask if he was answering correctly.  

"What a shame. Doesn't that make you feel angry?" The convict drawled observing the employee with keen eyes.

The sales assistant nodded slowly, unsure for a moment. Then as the employee thought more about it, he found that yes, yes the manager does make him angry sometimes, but he finds himself always suppressing it thinking that it was what came with any job.

"I think," Namjoon started as he straightened himself up, "that you should show your manager how you're really feeling."

An trance like look fell upon the young cashier's features, a boiling rage rising up in his chest and his mind.

Namjoon let a small smile worm on his lips. 

"Go crazy," he said patting his shoulder as he brushed past.

Namjoon walked out of the store smoothly, eyeing the picture on his phone screen of the footage he took a photo of, burning it into memory. 

The raucous of a large crash came from inside the store, followed my the shattering of glass and wreckage reverberating behind Namjoon as he left the scene like a wraith.

UNEDITED

August. 19. 2020