If there ever was a loaded question, this is it. Jimin had a lot of questions for him, but he doesn't want to tell him the truth. Namjoon is the one who initiates the conversation. 

"You said you were working on a novel in your email?"

"Yeah. Ghosts can be seen by my protagonist. I don't mean seeing ghost outlines out of the corner of his eye, but seeing them. She sees them as clearly as you do."

"There are several cultures that believe in it. It's a rare gift, to be sure, but it's not unheard of." Namjoon explained, "You'd be amazed at what is possible in the supernatural world. There isn't a lot of information on the internet about that specific skill. It's something I've learned about from books," Namjoon continued, grinning at them, "There are numerous hypotheses as to why people behave in this manner."

"Jimin, the first time I contacted my mentor, I didn't tell him I could see ghosts or felt them. I simply told him I needed some research for a psych paper I was working on. Your email reminded me of the letter I wrote to him," Namjoon smiled at him, his dimples deepening.

"I've seen spirits since I was three, so I don't remember not being able to see spirits," Namjoon explained, "I see them in physical form, and they resemble you and me. They don't resemble Casper, the friendly ghost or demons emerging from the woodwork," His story began with his grandparents, specifically his grandfather. Namjoon claimed that after his death, he became his guardian.

"He was found beaten near death in a dark alley in the summer of '90s," he said, "They took him to the ICU, and he kept calling for me, but he died before I could get there. So it was at his grave that I saw him, smoking a cigarette next to a tree, as he always did."

"I went to a psychiatrist because I thought I was crazy, and I went to a neurologist because I thought I might have a brain tumor," Namjoon chuckled as Jackson arrived with the lattes.

"I tell you, mine is far superior to his," Jackson joked as he sat down and smiled at them. Jimin's attention alternated between Namjoon and Jackson.

"I was so interested in ghost hunting that during my college days, I and my group of friends decided to hang out at the old hotel. We got ourselves busy with our girlfriends making out on the second floor, where it was believed that one of the students had committed suicide years ago. With only flashlights, we wandered around the empty rooms. You can only imagine what happens behind closed doors when a couple is left behind. That's what we both ended up doing instead of ghost hunting. The temperature dropped halfway through the stuff, but we weren't bothered."

"But then it became clear that something was present with us inside that room. We heard the drawers shuffling and my girlfriend screamed when she saw a dark shadow. When I heard a sound from behind the closet, I charged towards it. But then I got goosebumps when I noticed a creepy shadow right behind her, slowly caressing her hair. I must admit that when she was thrown against the wall, I screamed like a girl. We both made it out of that dang building. She was so terrified that she shut herself away in her room for several days."

"So, Jimin, how about you?" Namjoon pauses in his sipping and turns to face Jimin.

Jimin tensed up but quickly relaxed as he felt Yoongi's arms close around him, squeezing it and assuring him that everything would be fine. Jimin nodded, inhaled deeply, and began telling his story.

****

"You are an extraordinary person, Jimin," Jackson remarked, intrigued by his side of the story.

"You act as a Medium, Jimin," Namjoon said, casting a glance at Yoongi's permanent frown.

"So, he'll have to communicate with the spirits to solve the case," Yoongi nodded, clearly perplexed by the situation.

"Have you guys done a background check on the caretaker?" Namjoon inquired.

Yoongi sighed and replied, "He's clean."

"We don't have any suspects or witnesses, and we're out of time," Jimin admitted.

"They will lead you to the truth," Namjoon reassured them as Jackson was interrupted by a phone call.

"Can I hold your hands, Jimin?" Namjoon smiled and slowly reached out his hands to Jimin. Jimin nodded and closed his eyes, falling into a trance. His bones became brittle as a result of the vision in his head.

****

Wooden steps led down into the darkness, where the only source of light was a bulb light with a pull string. His lips curled upwards with each step he took towards the figure tied against the chair across the room.

"Wake up!" he yelled and was met with whimpers. Slowly kneeling beside his victim, he lifts his chin to face him.

"Jimin, you look more beautiful than those Lalaloopsy dolls," He commented with the hint of a self-satisfied smirk playing across his lips as his hands brushed over his mouth and eyes that were sewn shut.

Jimin cried out and arched, blinded by the pain as he was pulled by the hair.

"Don't weep like a girl!" He chuckled softly as he pulled him closer, his hand gently caressing his cheeks, "Haven't I told you? Boys don't cry!" 

He pressed his palms against his throat, feeling his esophagus closing. His eyes burned with emptiness while Jimin's lungs burned with pain. 

"Sweet dreams!"

****

Namjoon opened his eyes and turned his head so no one could see the tears welling up in his eyes as he struggled to look at the kid sitting across from him after the vision he had just had.

"Could I speak with Mr.Min privately for a moment?"

The room fell silent as the chairs scraped against each other, and Jackson could tell something was wrong from the glimpse he got of his friend's face.

"Would you mind taking him in for a few days?" Namjoon inquired as Yoongi cast a glance across the table at the two of them, who were conversing.

"Is there a problem?" Yoongi asked, returning his gaze to Namjoon's.

"I had a vision of him that wasn't so pleasant. Please stay by his side and don't let him out of your sight."

"We'll have to leave soon. We have an emergency case to deal with," Jackson interrupted them as silence descended on the room.

"Jimin, you must believe in yourself. Instead of running away from your fears, confront them," Namjoon smiled at him.

Taking a piece of paper from his pocket, Jackson scribbled a number on it before handing it to Jimin, "Feel free to contact us, and we'll be glad to assist you."