"Ghosts?" Yoongi's eyes, which had been lazy just a second before, widened and stared at Jimin as if he's a ghost, an apparition.

8️

"In other words, the souls of the dead. I know you don't believe me," Jimin sighed as the other looked at him in disbelief.

"I don't believe in superstition. But, I'm all ears," Yoongi was enthralled and drew closer to him.

"I can see them and feel them. It all started thirteen years ago when my father attempted to murder me. I made it through alive, thankfully. When I woke the next morning in the hospital, I noticed a woman in a white robe, rocking back and forth by the bedside. She never looked me in the eyes... She just stared out the window. I asked the nurse about her, but she said it was just the drugs messing with me. I could hear her mumbling to herself at night. I was terrified because I couldn't move due to the tubes and my injury.”

“One of the Ajhummas who took care of me in the hospital informed me that the hospital window overlooks the hospital cemetery. Her name was Anna, and she was a nun who died in a car accident outside the hospital when she was in her 30s, as I later discovered."

"You must have been terrified to death during your first encounter," Yoongi remarked, bringing a faint smile to Jimin's face. He didn't pass judgment on him or make fun of him as the others did.

"So... Do you see them all the time?" Yoongi inquired.

"Yes, I do. But I used to ignore them. But if it hadn't been for Jungkook, I wouldn't be talking to them right now."

"So.. how did you find out Jungkook was dead?" Yoongi inquired, pulling out his phone and typing something into it.

"I saw him," Jimin mumbled, staring out the window, trying to hold back his tears.

"So you're saying you saw Jungkook's ghost?"

"You don't believe me," Jimin mumbled under his breath.

"It's not that I don't believe you... It's - "

"I should not have told you about my secret. I'd like to be alone for a while," Jimin sat back on the blanket and yanked it over his body, completely ignoring Yoongi's presence.

****

Seokjin was currently preparing breakfast for the kids in the kitchen. As he cut the apples and arranged the eggs and slices of bacon, he hummed quietly. Slowly approaching Jimin, he placed the tray on the nightstand, eliciting a groan from him.

"Jimin-ah, how was your sleep?"

Jimin rubbed his eyes as he attempted to take a seat from his Hyung, "Uh-uh," he replied absentmindedly, wiping his drool from his chin.

Jimin sat silently eating his breakfast while Jin spoke across from him. His eyes widened as he looked at the little girl in red, whose arms were wrapped around his Hyung's broad shoulder and her cheeks resting against his head.

"Are you all right?" Seokjin inquired, to which the younger shook his head.

"Can I have a glass of water, Hyung?"

"Shoot, I forgot!" Seokjin said as he dashed out of the room, leaving the girl behind him frowning.

"Hello? I'd like to speak with you," Jimin smiled as he approached the girl, slowly reaching his hands out to her. He reached down and took her hands. His breath was caught in his throat as a sense of helplessness overcame him.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down at her tenderly. When he heard her voice, he jerked and twisted to face her, observing her before turning away.

"Have you seen the boy who shared my room?"

"I can't tell you," she says.

"Why not?"

"He was caught, and now he can't tell anyone."