Before we start, let me get one thing straight: I don't believe in magic.

Never have, never will.

There's a logical explanation for literally everything. And if it's logical, it can't be magic.

Magic simply describes the things we don't understand, and like hell I will admit that I don't understand something.

That's been my philosophy my entire life now. Really. If someone went up to me and asked me "Hey, what would you want to be the first thing a stranger learns about you?" I would answer with "That I don't believe in magic!"

Think about it what you will. Tell me I'm boring, tell me I don't have any fantasy. It won't change my mind.

So, I'm sure you can imagine how utterly stupid I felt when I entered that dumb fucking bathroom. Idiotic, really.

It was in the middle of my physics class - no one would miss me anyways - golden light of early summer days falling through the yellow tarnished school windows and the only sounds in the entire older school wing were the clacking of my freshly polished black Mary Janes - the ones fitting to my school uniform that we aren't actually obliged to wear,  because everyone hates how uncomfortable these shoes are.

My fists were clenched at my sides, face directed to the floor as if I was trying to escape mocking glares, even though I knew I wouldn't meet anyone in the old wing at a time like this.

I was walking quickly, sounds of my idiotically neat shoes menacing in their pace - if this part of the school wasn't empty right now a teacher would've jumped out of a classroom to tell me not to run in the corridors.

When I reached the very end of the hallway I turned right, decidedly pushing open the door with the label "girl's bathroom", just to immediately slow down.

"This is stupid." I exclaimed out loud, turning towards one of the mirrors on one side of the room, from where my very grumpy reflection scowled at me.

"Stupid." I repeated for emphasis.

It was all stupid Song Yuqi's fault, with her charming little smiles and audacious mouthiness that she could only allow herself because she's cute. If I were to gossip as dirty as her I would've been squeezed into a locker long ago. But when Yuqi does it it actually seems endearing.

Or so I thought until her blabbering had me do whatever stupid bullshit I was about to do.

I splashed a few droplets of cold water into my face, before reluctantly turning around towards the toilet stall in the very back of the room. 

It was comically darker than the others, hidden from the sun in it's little corner - no wonder students had started to make up rumors about it. It straight out invited for it.

Feeling dumb, I took out my phone, switching on the camera before directing it onto the dark stall, inhaling quietly. One video. Nothing else.

"Jimin-unnie, Jimin-unnie!" I singsonged, camera steadily held towards the closed door.

And as expected nothing happened. The toilet remained toilet and I was just a stupid school girl trying to summon a ghost who doesn't exist.

- or so I thought, so I hope you understand why I literally dropped my damn phone when a set of lithe, pale fingers curled around the blue painted door of the stall, slightly pushing it open - just to reveal a pair of gleaming, large eyes that where slightly crinkled upwards, into a straight-out demonic smile of the boy peeking from the shadows.

A boyish, bone-chilling giggle echoed together with the crash of my phone landing on the dirty tiles, screen splitting apart while these paper-white fingers pushed the door open further and further.

"It's been a while since someone managed to call me." A soft, velvety voice spoke out, one that definitely belonged to a younger boy, around my age maybe.

Flabbergasted, I took a step backwards when the whole body was revealed from the shadows; A boy around my height, wearing an old-fashioned version of our black school uniform, with straight, jet-black hair that covered his face untamed. His eyes shone prominently through the unruly locks, an ember tone that appeared almost red, with a grin spreading over his face, exposing pearly teeth and sharp canines like that of a wild cat. His expression was disturbing to put it simple - face pale, with dark shadows under his full lashes, menacing grin combined with a hint of dangerous intelligence behind those borderline red eyes.

"-I'm impressed." He concluded, arms folded behind his back as he leaned forward curiously - and most importantly without a warning.

"What the hell, stay away, creep!" I shouted out startled, reaching for the first best thing I found (a bar of soap) to throw after him. To my utter horror did I have to watch how the soap bar flew clean through him, bouncing against the opposite wall pathetically.

"Oops." The black haired creep winked, "That won't work on me, kid."

I took another step back, eyes large as christmas balls now, thoughts racing while this guy slowly approached me.

At first I noticed how elegantly he moved, as if he was floating, but of fucking course did it not only seem like he was floating. When my panicked eyes traveled downwards anxiously, back pressed against the sink now, I saw how his feet were pointing down, tips of his shoes only millimeters away from touching the ground, his knees slightly bend to prevent them from doing so.

"So?" The guy - I refused to use the term ghost - asked, smile taunting, knowing, "What is your wish, darling?"

Wish?

My eyes were still hefted onto the feet that weren't touching ground, answer leaving my lips absentmindedly, "I didn't think that far ahead."

"Oh?" He leaned even further forward, legs softly swaying backwards, leaving him floating in an almost horizontal position that allowed him to get really close to my face. There was a sinister glint in his eyes again, something dark that should've been my first red flag (if the floating wasn't enough to go by already), "Don't you know who I am? I'm  Park Jimin, the school ghost. I grant you what your heart most desires, but-"

"-but it all comes at a cost yadda yada, yeah I've heard this one before." The mention of this far too familiar rumor brought me back into reality, making me frown while I was waving in front of my face, hand swishing through air where his face was supposed to be, making him back off offended, "But aren't you supposed to be a girl? Where's your brown bob? And your red skirt? This-" I gestured towards him vaguely, "-this is not what I've been told about."

Jimin made a face, "I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"Why are you in the girl's toilet anyways?"

"I- well, I died here."

...

"Were you- were you a pervert?"

"Could you please try to be at least a little bit tactful about my death?"

Come on, you can't tell me that this isn't a justified question.

"That's not the point, though." Jimin was back to crowding into my space again, legs thrown back upwards as he floated above me a little too enthusiastically, "What have you come here for? What is your wish? Your biggest longing?" His eyes were wide, smile almost splitting his face apart as he stared me down impatiently. Second red flag, I might want to mention.

"No, I didn't-" Discomfort, no, fear invaded my system, "I didn't come here for a wish, i-it was something like a bet."

"Well, now that you're here you can make a wish, no?" He cocked his head to the side, tone urgent.

"N-no, I don't really... have a wish." I trailed off trying to steer around the boy without walking through him (I didn't not want to make this experience).

"Come on! You're a High Schooler! They always have all sorts of dreams and longings!" He pressed, following as I tried to sneak towards the door.

"Well, if you know it so well-" Suddenly nervous, my hand fiddled for the exit's doorknob, "-why don't you tell me? What I most desire, I mean."

"What?" Jimin scowled, my words successfully making him stop to think about them, "What could a girl like you possibly..."

When I opened the door, his gaze snapped up like drawn to a magnet, threatening aura surrounding him when he reached out his hand for me, "No! Wait! What is it! Is it... is it good grades? A boy? Girl- wait!"

I heard his voice echoe through the empty hall way, accompanied by the clacking of my ridiculously clean Mary Janes as I ran down the corridor of the old school wing, warm morning sun falling through the stained windows and my heart racing as if I... well, as if I'd just seen a ghost.

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this is like, just loosely based off of Hanako-kun? don't expect an exact replica of the anime's plot lmao

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