Thread by @arinnaval

#Halloween
#yoonminau: Falling
Min Yoongi is a recently widowed architect moving to a new apartment in Seoul. But the apartment it's haunted by the ghost of a man named Park Jimin. And although Jimin can't remember much about his life, he's convinced that he isn't really dead.

- Yoonmin
- side: Taekook
- not really MCD
- ghost Jimin (temporary)/architect Yoongi
- angst
- drama/suspense/fantasy
- strangers to friends to lovers
- happy ending as always

Pls quote/like and interact with the story. It's my first here and I really hope you'd like it.😳😳😳

based on a movie, can you guess which one? ;)

ok, let's start now...

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“Jimin?” A voice interrupted his sleep and his eyes opened abruptly.
“How long was I out?” Jimin rubbed his eyes and looked around. He had fallen asleep in his scrubs, while still at work. Thankfully, it was the doctor’s lounge room.

“About six minutes,” the nurse that had awakened him answered.
“Thanks,” the young doctor sighed and got up. “I’ll be right there,” he called after the nurse, while she was already walking out.
“Ok, I’ll be right outside,” she answered and closed the door.

Jimin sighed and stretched out. Then turned around to pour himself some coffee. It was a tiring night. There were bunch of people coming in and out of the ER. Some of them were too tough to handle. But Jimin was a dedicated doctor. Some would say that he was married to his work.

“What are you still doin' here?” Doctor Kim Seokjin entered the room with a confused look on his face. “How long you been on?”
“Twenty-three,” Jimin answered with a yawn.
“Twenty-three?” The handsome doctor pulled his eyebrows up. “It’s time to go back home, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “That’s not going to get me an attending slot.” He rubbed his tired face and took a sip of his coffee. It was really hot, but he didn’t mind it when it burned his throat. At least it was going to give him the energy to pass through the day.

Ignoring the concerning look over his friend’s face, he simply patted his back on his way out. The work was a lot, but he didn’t mind it. It was not going to be the first time when he was going to take two shifts at the same time. Jimin sighed and tried to focus over his morning

review with the nurse that was waiting for him outside. She gave him a bunch of files and waited for him to check them out and give his opinion or signature, if the patient was going to be discharged that day.

“Shin? She needs to know how to redress her sutures, but then she can be discharged.” He noted something on the first file and the nurse took it in her hands. “No, no. Ellis needs an EKG. I don't like these swollen ankles,” he mumbled on the next one. “Alright,” he finally said-

-and looked up at the kind nurse. “Thanks,” then he watched her walking away. The sleep was getting heavy on his eyes and he played with the thought of finally going back home and take some time to sleep.

Jimin had to grit his teeth. Damn! The competition here was at their best. He had to pull out every single cell at work. He was just about to start whining, when another nurse pressed a file into his arms. “You’re on in five and eight,” then he walked away.

The fuck was wrong with this world lately! Jimin wanted to scream, but he managed to keep it together and headed for the said room. “Choi?” He called the name of the nurse that was going to work with him and looked around. “Choi?”

Then all of a sudden, a soft voice appeared behind him. “I’m sorry! I am here.”

Jimin shook his head and walked into the patient’s room. He had read the file previously. Mr. Ho was an elderly man and Jimin knew him very well and by very well, he meant his medical history. “Hey, Mr. Ho,” Jimin smiled. “I’m Doctor Park Jimin,” then he turned his head over his-

- shoulder and started talking to the nurse. “We’re gonna need a CBO, lytes and a UA.” Then he looked back at the man. “Anything I can do to make you feel better today?”

“Marry me?” The elder joked, which provoked a chuckle from Jimin.
“Oh, wow!”

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Jimin was having his last break before leaving for the night when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at it and cursed in his mind. “Hello?” He answered with his sweetest voice.

“Are you really coming?” Taehyung, his step brother asked him over the phone. Jimin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew that Tae always wanted what was the best of him, but sometimes he would just go overboard.

“Yes, I'm coming,” Jimin answered, suppressing the tired sigh in his voice.
“Good,” Taehyung spoke cheerfully. “Because this guy is great.”
“You met him? Is he there?” Jimin tried to fake some interest.

“I haven't actually met him in person,” Jimin was barely able to hear his brother’s response. The clacking of utensils from the other side of the line could only indicate that Taehyung was alone in the kitchen… and without supervision.

“Tae-ya, you're not setting me up with a stranger,” he all but whined over the phone.

“He's a friend of an old friend,” Taehyung insisted. Jimin could hear the muffled sound of his brother’s husband at the other side of the line. Good! At least the dinner was going to be saved. “He's really nice.”

“What does that mean,” Jimin shook his head, although Taehyung was not able to hear him, “fat with a good sense of humor? Not again, please...”

“It wasn't easy to get this guy to come. He doesn't do this kind of thing either,” Taehyung insisted, but again Jimin was barely able to hear him over the sound of two giggling kids on the background.

“Do you girls have to do that here?” Jimin heard Jungkook, his brother’s husband scolding them on the background. The doctor could not help a smile.

Taehyung and Jungkook were married for seven years already. They had two surrogate kids and they both were excellent parents. When Jimin met Jungkook for the first time, he hadn’t thought that he was going to stick for too long around his brother.

Jungkook was two years younger than Taehyung and it was more in the quiet side, while Tae was someone who you’d hardly tell that it was suitable for a serious relationship.

But Jungkook had stayed and Taehyung fell madly in love with him. Jimin was there when the two finally tied the knot. He was also there to pat Jungkook’s shoulder and wish him luck with his brother, because it was not easy to tame such wild person that Taehyung was.

But again, Jungkook had given him a nice surprise. He not only tamed Taehyung’s wild nature, but he had also given him the cute nickname “baby bear”.

Taehyung would blush every time when the younger was using it on him. But ever since he gotten married, Taehyung had set on a mission to help his brother find some love for himself.

He was doing everything to set him up with different strangers in hope that Jimin would finally find his one. Jimin however, was like married to his job. He didn’t need more things in his life, at least for now.

He didn’t have time for love and he only indulged in Taehyung’s shenagings, because he loved his brother too much.

“Do we not have six other rooms in the house?” Jungkook’s discipline voice echoed again and the giggling stopped. “Help your papa now!” He finished off.

“I'm in the seventh circle of hell,” Taehyung was able to tell him, while Jungkook’s scoff was heard in the background. “You better show up.”

“I'll be there,” Jimin finally gave up. “I'm just really busy.”
“Don't you dare!” Taehyung scolded him. “You don't know. the meaning of the word! I'm doin' you this huge favor here. Beggars can't be choosers.”

“I am completely capable of meeting men on my own,” Jimin tried once more, but he was sure that his complain would fall in a deaf ear.

“I know, honey,” Taehyung calmed his voice and Jimin was able to hear a door open and then close. His brother’s background became quieter. “I'd just like you to meet one who's not bleeding.”

“I'll see ya at seven,” Jimin sighed. There was no point of arguing with his brother when his mind was set up on something.

“It is seven, “ Taehyung reminded him patiently.
“Fuck! Thirty. 7:30. What is Jungkook making?” Jimin got up from his place to give his legs some stretch.

“Lasagna. His mom's recipe. No carbohydrate comments,” Taehyung warned him.
“Please,” Jimin felt how his stomach was already grumbling. “I'm going on a day and a half of cafeteria salad. Anything'll do.”

With that the conversation was over and Jimin had thirty minutes to prepare himself for the big night.

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Just before he was able to leave, Jimin was called by his lead doctor, the one responsible for the whole ER section of the hospital.

“I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that I've made my decision,” he smiled gently and Jimin’s heat skipped a beat. That was it!-

-He was going to find out if he was going to stay here or… he had to look for a change in his job. “I want you to stay on as an attending physician!”

“Really? Thank you!” Jimin squealed and the other man laughed on his enthusiasm.
“You've earned it, doctor Park! Unlike some others, you spend more time being concerned with what's best for the patient than kissing my ass. A risky move, but I like it.”

“Sir, I can't thank you enough for this opportunity!” Jimin still couldn’t believe on his luck. The stars were with him today apparently. “There's so much I want to do here. I can't wait to get started."

“The only thing I need you to do right now is go home and take some rest! You've been here 26 hours,” the doctor smiled with understanding and Jimin was ushered out of his cabinet.-

- When he checked his phone again it was little over 7:30 pm, but his brother was going to forgive him. Jimin couldn’t wait to tell him everything about his promotion.

Jimin hurried to get into his car. It was raining outside, but he was in a good mood. He drove off with his mind set on what he was going to do when he was back to work. His future was secured and his life ahead looked good for him.-

-His phone rang, just when he was waiting for the turn on the lights. His eyes switched to the phone for a split second, just when a giant truck hit his car. Jimin wasn’t able to scream even.

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A/N: That's the end of the update for the night. I really wanted to make a Halloween Yoonmin fic lol. I know it's bad, but I've decided to give it a try. Did you guess the movie? ;) Also - share your opinions with me. Hehe.

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Three Months Later

Min Yoongi had never left Daegu in his entire life. This was where he had grown up. This was where he had graduated from the university of architecture. Most of his friends were there and it was also the place where had come out as bi to his parents. -

It was a tough period in his life, but Yoongi had lived through it. Daegu was also the city where he had met his first love – Jieun. She was three years younger than him, full of life.

Everything happened so naturally that Yoongi truly believed that he was the happiest person in the world. Jieun was a doctor, pediatrician, who had dedicated her life in helping other people. -

She was an angel and Yoongi could hardly believe how she had chosen him. They met through a mutual friend, fallen in love and got married.

She couldn’t have kids, but Yoongi did a pretty good job to assure her that it didn’t matter for him. Jieun was enough in his life. He could still remember how she had cried over his shoulder. -

Then again, when he had asked her to marry him. It was something that he never thought he would’ve done, but love changes people.

They had two incredibly happy years and thought that they had a lot more ahead, but it wasn’t meant to be. Yoongi had gotten that faithful phone call one night. -

-Jieun was supposed to fly to a conference out of town, but her plane crashed somewhere in the mountains. It was a tragedy, one that Yoongi was still learning how to live with.

It had been a year since, but he was still mourning his wife. The sadness absorbed his whole life and his friends started worrying about him. Jung Hoseok was the one, who really insisted that his friend should make some changes in his life.-

-He had to stop living in the past and move on. He was so persistent that he even sent Yoongi’s portfolio to his friend in Seoul. Then somehow, he had managed to convince Yoongi to move in Seoul when the said friend decided to hire him in his firm.

Yoongi put up a really long fight, be he had to admit to himself that he needed the change as well. Moreover, even his parents thought that changing the cities would do good for him.-

So, he sold his apartment in Daegu and packed his bags for Seoul, where Hoseok was waiting for him.

“Don’t worry, hyung!” Hoseok had hugged him on the train station and then patted his back. “Everything will be okay, you’ll see.”

Sometimes Yoongi envied his best friend. Hoseok’s sense of optimism was something that Yoongi never really had in his life.

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Yoongi was on the verge of screaming that day. He was tired of having to live with his friend longer than necessary. It wasn’t like Hoseok didn’t make him feel welcome, but sleeping on the couch had its limits for the elder. -

He was eager to fine a place of his own. He had almost given up, when while ranting about it with his agent, a piece of paper simply stuck to his leg. Yoongi tried to throw it away, when his eyes were set on the notice there.

It was for an apartment in the building opposite the place where he and his agent were currently arguing. He felt a sudden tug when his eyes set on the said building and he crossed the street ignoring the honks of the cars and the screaming of the man, trailing on his back.

“Well, it's pretty obvious why this hasn't rented,” his agent was talking to him, while they were looking around the apartment. There was something in that place that mesmerized the architect. -

There was something pulling him into that direction and he was unable to resist. “There's no one-year lease. It's a month-to-month sublet,” his agent told him and that took his attention.

“Why?” Yoongi stopped in the middle of the cozy living room.
“Some family matter,” the agent shrugged. “They were pretty close-mouthed about it.”

“Wow, what a view,” Yoongi exclaimed at the same moment, staring through the giant window.
“Yoongi…”

“Wow,” but Yoongi had simply ignored the man. The view to Seoul was indeed breath taking. “This is... sensational. And what is this?” He suddenly walked to a narrow staircase by the end of the corridor.

He climbed up the stairs and opened the door, leading to the open space on the roof of the building. The view from there was even more magical if that was possible. “Oh, my God. And it's got the private access?” He exclaimed and looked around.

“They didn't do much with it, but, I mean, you really could do something with this,” his agent was finally seeing the prospects in the apartment obviously.

Yoongi sighed and his look fell on two lonely pots, sitting by the attic window. There was a half-dead plant in the one of them and some water in the other. Yoongi poured the water in the plant with a sigh. -

A picture of a beautiful flower garden came out to his mind. Yeah, this place could have been used better.

“Isn't this gorgeous?” His agent finally exclaimed and Yoongi looked over his shoulder. His face was pensive now and the other man’s face faded for a moment. Well, there's a few places in this area we haven't hit yet,” he spoke again, following Yoongi back in the apartment.

Yoongi felt the pull again and headed towards the couch in the living room. He sat there with his eyes closed. “I like the couch,” he suddenly said.

“The couch,” his agent trailed off.

“Good couch,” Yoongi patted the soft furniture. It was orange, his last choice of color for a couch, but it was strangely how it suited the place.
“Good couch,” the other man repeated and that’s when they knew that Yoongi had actually found his place to rent.

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Maybe it was because Hoseok was busy for the next few days, or it was because there were still some time, before Yoongi was set to start his work, he relapsed a little. He had ordered a bunch of beer and take outs and refused to leave the place. -

Hoseok was actually visiting his parents in Daegu and he was the closest thing to a friend Yoongi had here. Therefore, while Hoseok was gone, the architect had decided that he could go back to watch the video of his wedding and see Jieun’s beautiful face once more.

A week after he had rented the apartment, he was doing just that. And it was weird how his life decided to change then… out of nowhere.

He was out of beer and he was on his way back from the fridge, when his side eye caught a movement. When he looked up, he saw a gorgeous looking man, standing right in front of him.

Yoongi screamed in panic and the beer splashed over his face. The man opposite him screamed as well. “What? What?” He stuttered, still amazed how someone could enter his place, although he was pretty sure that he had locked the door.

“There's nothing worth stealing here,” the man said in panic. His beautiful face was pale and his eyes were round in fear. ”There’s no money, no drugs.”

“I'm not stealing anything,” Yoongi uttered with confusion.
“OK. I'm sure there's a homeless shelter nearby,” the younger man took a deep breath. “I will give you money for cab fare and a good meal. But please, don't blow it on more beer, OK?”

Yoongi was confused.“I am not homeless. I live here,” he trailed off. His brain was still in a process of realizing how that man was there, insisting that was his apartment. Yoongi was pretty sure that there was no one else, who wanted to rent that place.He had seen the contract.

“OK. You can't live here, because I live here,” the younger man was trying to explain that to him with soft voice. “This is my apartment.” It was probably the softest voice Yoongi had heard in his life, but he shook his head.

“Since when?” Yoongi frowned.
“Since I rented it,” the younger looked as confused as Yoongi himself was.

“You rented it,” he trailed off.
“Yeah,” the man nodded.
“You know what? I don't need this,” the architect sighed tiredly.

“What?”
“Rent scam, right?” Yoongi thought he was figured it out.
“What are you talking about?” The other man blinked with confusion.

“There's probably five other people who paid deposits and got the keys,” the architect tried to explain.
“And moved in all their things?” Suddenly the younger man looked annoyed.
“Yeah... What?”

“This is my stuff. All of this,” the other one tried to explain. “That's my couch, that's my coffee table,” he suddenly stopped and pointed at something there. “Is that a ring? -

- Have you ever heard of a coaster? Or a trash can, for that matter? I don't care who you are, you're gonna mop that up. I'm getting the bucket. It's like a pig moved into my house,” he scoffed and rushed into the kitchen.

“What?” Yoongi trailed off after him, still trying to figure it out what happened all of a sudden.
“Like a filthy pig,” the man’s voice could be heard from the kitchen.

“You... You moved in when?” Yoongi wanted to know, but when he appeared in the kitchen, there was no one there. “Hello?” He looked around in disbelief. How could a someone vanish like that into the thin air?

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A/N: Will continue later today, lovelies. ;) I hope you like it as I do.

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Yoongi couldn’t wait for Hoseok to finally come back home. As soon as his friend texted him, Yoongi called for a meeting. In fact, Hoseok was a really famous therapist. He was so busy that sometimes, Yoongi was wondering how he could find some time for his friends.

But Hoseok was a social butterfly and he had no problem with spending some nights with no sleeping. The architect was pretty sure that his friend was running only on coffees.

“OK. So, what's this all about?” Hoseok sat opposite him on the small table outside of a small bar in Yoongi’s area.
“What? Nothin'” Yoongi shrugged, holding a half full can of beer.

“Nothin'. So, you called me for nothin'?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows.
“I've been sort of seeing someone,” Yoongi finally admitted. He was really hoping that his friend does not call him crazy.

“Seeing someone?” Hoseok’s face relaxed into a grin. “That's what I'm talkin' about. Finally.”
“You think it's a good thing?”

“Absolutely,” the therapist nodded. “Yeah. The last time I tried to hook you up, you bailed out. This is good, and the fact that you initiated it yourself, that's important. OK. Now, who is she? Do I know her?”

“It’s a he, by the way and… I mean I'm seeing someone that's not there,” Yoongi tried to explain better.
“He is emotionally unavailable?” Hoseok asked, but Yoongi shook his head negatively. You mean like a hallucination?” Yoongi nodded.

“Twice, in my apartment,” he agreed.
“A man… Attractive?” Hosoek winked at him. As a bi himself it was no surprise that he acted on this way.
“Not really there, Hobi,” Yoongi sighed with annoyance.

“Right. Right. OK,” the therapist’s face went serious and he pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket. “So when you saw this man, were you drunk?”
Yoongi shrugged. “I mean, I had a little buzz.”

“Yoongi-yah, don't lie to me,” his friend looked at him, “it doesn't help.”

“OK, fine, I was wasted.” Yoongi admitted. “But still, I shouldn't be seeing some little blonde control freak running around my apartment. Why are you writing this down? This isn't a session,” he frowned.

“That's insulting, OK? I'm your friend Hobi here, I'm not charging you,” Hoseok tilted his head. “But if this thing rolls into a second hour, we're gonna have to work out some kind of deal. I'm kidding.” -

- He chuckled when he saw how Yoongi started to pout. “So, hold on a second. You were drunk,” he went serious again, “you saw this blonde, controlling...”

“I gotta stop drinkin',” the architect sighed and placed the empty can onto the table.
“No,” Hobi shook his head.
“No?”

“Yeah, drink, party. Just do it with other people,” Hobi reached out to pat his arm. “God gave us alcohol as a social lubricant. Make some brave, make other loose.”
“What is that,” Yoongi scoffed, “some Berkeley shrink thing?”

“No,” his friend insisted. “Look around you, OK? See this? This is the world. Join it. Stop swimming around in your own mind. That is a dangerous neighborhood you should not go into alone,” these words made Yoongi bow his head. -

- He knew what his friend meant, but Hoseok squeezed his arm briefly and the architect had to look up. “Come on, Dave. It's been a year, man. No more hiding out,” the therapist was giving him a small smile.

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi agreed quietly, trying to sound convincing.

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After he came back home that night, Yoongi did his usual routine, without drinking more alcohol and only taking a shower, and decided to go to bed earlier than he used to be. He was just falling asleep when a loud voice interrupted him.

“Are you insane? What are you doing?”
“Oh, God, what is this?” He groaned and tried to cover his ears with two of the extra pillows.

“I'm sleeping. It's a dream,” Yoongi’s eyes were shut tight. “It's one of those dreams and you know you're dreaming. ”

“How do you keep getting in here?” The voice came closer to him and the architect finally opened his eyes to meet with the very angry – and really beautiful – blond man, whom he had seen once already.

“It's you who's in here,” Yoongi insisted and sat up in his bed.
“Oh, my,” the younger sighed. “This is more serious than I thought.”

“Go away, you don't exist,” Yoongi asked him with annoyance.
“I'm gonna ask you a series of questions. I want you to answer honestly,” the blond one started again. “Has your recent alcohol consumption increased?”

Yoongi suddenly became defensive. “Yeah, so?”
“Are you hearing voices or seeing things that aren't quite real to you?” The younger asked again.

“As a matter of fact, yeah,” Yoongi stared at him.
“Have you recently sought consult from a mental health care professional?” It was the next question that had Yoongi panic again.

“What? How do you know?” He shouted. “Stay away from me.”
“Do you feel paranoid, like people are out to get you?” The blond looked at him with pity into his eyes.

“Why are you asking so many questions?” Yoongi scoffed.

“I'll take that as a "Yes”. Listen to me,” the other sat on the bed, but it was strange how Yoongi didn’t feel the weight shifting. “You have fantasized, quite convincingly, that you've rented an apartment that, in fact, belongs to somebody else. Pick up that pillow,” -

- the other man nodded at the pillow to his right. Yoongi picked it up hesitantly. “There's a small red stain on the back where I once spilled cherry cough syrup,” he nodded at it and Yoongi had to check against himself. He frowned when he saw the spot.

“Yes, that's it,” the blond continued. “How else would I know that? Or the fact that these sheets that you're now soiling are from Nordstrom. I still have the receipt, it's in that drawer,” he pointed at the nightstand. -

“Open it up and check. I think you need to come to terms with the fact that you may be mentally ill.”

“Really?” Yoongi tilted his head to the side.

“Yes,” the blond one nodded and got up. “This is my apartment. These are my sheets. That's my nightstand. That's my picture...” He stopped all of a sudden and started at Yoongi with accusing look over his face. “Where's my picture?”

“What picture?” The architect asked slowly.
“There was a picture there of my...” the man looked confused for a short second. “There was a picture right there on the nightstand.”

“That was empty when I moved in,” Yoongi shook his head.
“It was just there,” the blond man insisted. “You know what? I've had enough. I am calling the police,” he walked to the place where Yoongi had left his smartphone.

“No, no, no, no,” the architect tried to stop him.

“It's too late,” the man tried to pick it up, but his hand simply phased through it. “What'd you do to my phone?” He sounded utterly confused. -

- “Why can't I...?” He kept trying again and again, but the result was the same. “You stay right there. I'm gonna use the one in the kitchen,” then he rushed out of the bedroom.

Once Yoongi followed him, he found that the other one had disappeared into the thin air again. He simply shook his head and decided to go back to bed.

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A/N: I am pretty sure nobody is reading it, but I'm having fun. Will continue later on.

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It was time for him to start his job. Yoongi took that as a nice change and an opportunity to spend more time outside his cursed apartment. But while he was in his new office and working over a project, his mind was constantly going back and forth.

His curiosity rose up since the moment that he had realized that he was indeed sharing the apartment with the ghost of the previous owner.

So, he decided to try his luck and ask his estate agent more about the deal. He wanted to know the names of the people, who were renting his apartment. The man was reluctant over the phone at first, but finally shared the news with him.

He told him that the woman, who he dealt with didn’t want to talk about the previous owner. There was some kind of a tragedy in the family and he didn’t press for details.

Now Yoongi was sure that the blond man had died. An unpleasant feeling settled in his stomach. A feeling, that Yoongi couldn’t recognize quite yet.

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On his way home, he passed by a strange bookstore. He didn’t know what made him enter, but he felt that he had to do it. Maybe there was something wrong with him, happening recently.

He was feeling quite odd ever since he had rented the apartment. He started walking around the isles with book and his steps led him to the ghost’s section.

“Can I help you with anything?” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts and Yoongi looked at his right. There was a tall man, dark haired with round glasses over his face.

“No,” Yoongi frowned for a moment. He didn’t even know what he was doing here and why he was so interested in books for ghosts. “I mean.. do you believe in this stuff?” He nodded at the shelves in front of him.

The man smiled, showing two small dimples over his face. “Well, you don’t until you do.”

“Excuse me,” another client showed up. “Where is your UFO section?”
The dimpled man couldn’t hide his annoyance. “Ah, it’s back and to the left,” then he turned around to Yoongi. “Ufology. It’s not even a real science. So, what kind of encounter have you had?”

“E-encounter?” Yoongi stammered.
“Ectoplasm? Soniferous ether?” The dimpled man looked more excited now. “I have a killer science book if you are into communication.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Communication is not his problem.”
“Righteous!” The dimpled man exclaimed. “I have exactly what you need.”

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That same night, Yoongi found himself trying to perform a séance with candles and all other shit. He tried following the dimpled man’s advice, until suddenly realized how stupid he must have looked like. But he refused to give up.

“Are you here?” Yoongi looked around. “Come on, I know that you are here,” he reached out for the empty cup of coffee and uncovered the wooden table in the living room.

“OK, now… I’ve got a hot, moist cup of coffee in my hand,” the cup was empty, but he hoped that the spirit wouldn’t notice. “There is no coaster on this table. I am going to set it down on this mahogany…”

“Don’t you dare!” The ghost’s voice stopped him. When Yoongi looked up, he noticed the spirit of the young blond man standing there.

“We… We need to talk,” Yoongi placed the cup down onto the covered side of the table.
“About what?” The ghost looked confused.

“Has it crossed your mind that there might be something a little off about the way you’ve been spending your days?” Yoongi tried.

“Actually yes,” the man scoffed. “It’s weird having a squatter in your living room.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes with annoyance. “I am not… okay! Let’s start over,” he took a deep breath. “My name is Min Yoongi. And you are…?”

The spirit looked confused for a moment. “I am…” then his look fell on the empty cup of coffee, resting over the wooden table and probably saw the name written there. “Jimin!” he exclaimed. “My name is Jimin.”

Yoongi tilted his head. “But you didn’t know that. You had to read that first, haven’t you?”

“I think I know my own name!” The ghost scoffed.

“Mhm… and when was the last time that you remember actually talking to someone other than me?” Yoongi got up from his place on the sofa.

“The other day,” the spirit looked deep in thought. “The other day…”

“Really?” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows and took a step forward, only to make the spirit to take a step back. “And what happens when you are not here? What do you do with the rest of your day?”

The spirit frowned. “Certainly a lot more than you do!”
“Okay,” Yoongi put his hands up with pacifying gesture. “Let’s not stir from the point, Jiminie…”
“Don’t call me Jiminie!” The ghost scoffed. “I am not a kid! My name is Jimin!”

“Okay, Jimin,” Yoongi emphasized on the name. “Think about for a moment. Has anything dramatic happened to you recently?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi trailed off. “Like dying maybe?”

“How dare you say that to me?” The spirit screamed and took a step back when Yoongi reached out for him. “Get your hands off of me, you pervert!”

“Calm down now!” Yoongi stopped walking. “I don’t want to hurt you. I am trying to help you here. You have to face the fact that you are…”

“I am not dead!” The ghost interrupted him.
“Just… look around you,” Yoongi insisted. “There must be a bright light around you… somewhere. You have to walk there so…”

“I am not dead!” The ghost screamed again and Yoongi had to shut his mouth. “There is no light, okay? I think I should’ve known if I was dead!”-

- But then something happened and the boy looked down, only to see that his body had simply phased through the massive table in the dining room. “What is happening to me?” He looked like he was panicking.

“You are dead,” Yoongi tried to explain once again.
“Stop saying that!” The ghost clenched his fists and walked to him. He tried to punch Yoongi’s face, but his fist simply phased through the architect’s head.

“You missed,”Yoongi couldn’t stop the words spilling out of his mouth. But the ghost kept trying to punch him, which for some unknown reason was giving him a huge headache. “Stop! My head hurts!”he took a step back. “Get off of me! It’s not my fault that you are the way you are!”

“I just want you out of my house,” the ghost insisted.

“You get out!” Yoongi finally shouted his irritation. The ghost gasped in annoyance and flew out of the window.

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A/N: More later. :)

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If Yoongi thought that was the last time he would see Jimin… he was in for a surprise. The ghost was there, basically everywhere in his apartment. Even when Yoongi was taking a shower.

He was even laying in front of the TV, while Yoongi was trying to watch one of the most important basketball matches of the year.

And… he was singing! Yoongi had to admit that this Jimin had indeed an amazing voice. He wouldn’t mind listening to him in any other situation, but… But!

“You know what? That’s it!” He finally scoffed, earning a nasty smirk from the ghost. “I’ve had it enough with you. I’ve tried to be nice, but now… you’re outa here!” With that he stormed out of the room.

He didn’t know what got over him, but he wanted to try everything to get his life… and apartment back! So, he tried calling every exorcist in the city. He even called a bishop to try and presumably clean the place with holy water.

Jimin was watching his efforts with the same nasty smirk on his lips, watching every other attempt fail.

“It’s just a waste of your money,” Jimin sing-songed every time.

Finally, Yoongi decided to get the only other person he knew, and actually believed in ghosts.

“Hello!” The dimpled man smiled when Yoongi opened the door for him. “My name is Kim Namjoon,” he reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand. “I realized that you’ve never asked for my name, Yoongi-ssi.”

“Please,” Yoongi opened his door further and let the other man enter his apartment. “I hope that you can help me with my situation.”

“Yes,” Namjoon looked around the place and sat on the orange couch in the middle of the living room. He looked around with interest.
“That’s it?” Yoongi asked him. “You’re just… gonna sit there?”

“Hey, you want bells and whistles or a reading?” Namjoon spoke then.
“Oh come on,” Jimin suddenly appeared in the room. The look on his face was annoying. “He can’t see me, either. For some… hideous reason, only you can.”

“Hold on!” Namjoon’s voice echoed then and his look fell over the place where Jimin was… floating. “There is a presence… there!” He pointed that place.

How original,” the ghost rolled his eyes and went to sit on the coffee table. “Tell me more…”
Namjoon moved his look to that place, as if he could sense where Jimin was. “It’s… hostile? He… he wants you out of here.”

“Actually, he is not bad,” Jimin smirked.
“You should move dude,” Namjoon switched his look to Yoongi.

“I should move?” Yoongi scoffed.
“I would,” the dimpled man shrugged.
“I like him,” Jimin giggled.
“No, I am not going to move,” the architect shook his head.

“Can’t you feel that, Yoongi-ssi?” Namjoon looked confused. “There's like this cancer-causing ray of spirit hate searing right towards your body.”
“He has a gift,” the ghost looked impressed.

“I am not moving!” Yoongi scoffed again.
“Why not?” Namjoon looked really curious. “The apartment is not even that great.”
“What? Yes it is!” Yoongi insisted.

“It’s got a view,” Jimin joined him.
“… and a fireplace,” the architect looked awkward for a moment, but then shook his head. “Whatever. Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes,” Namjoon’s face lit up and he got up from his place. “But only if it’s diet. My husband, who is a doctor… he takes a really good care of me. I mean what enters my body and all.”

Yoongi simply shook his head and led the guy to his kitchen. He shoved a diet Coke into his hands and watched him drinking it in one go. “Could you please like… talk to Jimin and-”

“Jimin?” The guy stared at Yoongi for a moment.
“The ghost,” Yoongi waved his hands. “Just… tell him to pass on?”

“Now you sound pathetic,” Jimin appeared right next to him and Yoongi was really proud of himself how he didn’t jump out of his skin.
Yoongi sighed exasperatedly. “I am ignoring you!”

“I am ignoring you!” The ghost had crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“He won't accept that he's dead. I told him to walk to the light. He wouldn't do it,” Yoongi kept insisting, while Namjoon was staring at him with some strange expression over his face.

“That's because there is no light. God, you're infuriating!” Jimin shouted at his direction and moved away from him.

“Wait, what's goin' on?” Namjoon turned his head towards the place where the ghost was, as if he could sense it. But he didn’t get the chance to tell anything else, because Jimin was at it again.

“You know what? Do you think I like this? Do you think this is easy for me? I know something's different, something is not right. I'm walking through walls!” The ghost kept floating around angrily. His eyes were focused only on Yoongi.

“You know, I don’t think I can help you,” Namjoon suddenly said. “The energy I am sensing in this one… This one is one of the most alive spirits I’ve ever been around,” he sighed. “He is not going anywhere.”

“What?” Yoongi looked terrified from the prospect.

“I agree with him, Yoongi-ssi. He's not dead,” Namjoon took a step towards him and placed his big hand over Yoongi’s shoulder. -

- “But you, whoa. You gotta deal with this... 'Cause seriously, that's like the darkest aura I've ever seen. Suckin' the life right outta you. It's killin' you, man… You have to let go…”

“How can I when he won’t leave!” Yoongi scowled, but Namjoon shook his head.

“Not him… your spirit boy,” the dimpled man spoke quietly and Yoongi felt cold shivers running down his spine. “I am talking about the other one, the one you’re keeping in here,” he pointed at Yoongi’s heart then. “That’s what really haunting you, isn’t it?”

Yoongi pulled back abruptly. A short flicker of pain passed through him when he thought about his late wife. “I don’t want to talk about that,” the architect lowered his voice.

“Ah, I get it now…” Jimin trailed off. “You were dumped…” His voice was teasing. “Probably for some guy who doesn't have a couch fused to his ass.”

“Shut up!” Yoongi hissed. He couldn’t take that. Not now, not when it was still too fresh, at least in his mind one year wasn’t enough for him to forget Jieun.

But Jimin was persistent. “You can dish it out but you can't take it? You bring Father Flanagan and the Joy Luck Club to get rid of me. But I talk about you getting dumped once...”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Yoongi finally shouted. He wasn’t the guy to raise his voice that often, but there were moments where it was simply enough. “Shut the hell up!”

“I am sorry for your loss, Yoongi-ssi…” the architect was able to hear when he was storming out of the room. “A word to the wise, boy. Show some respect for the dead.” It was the last thing he heard, before he walked out of his apartment, slamming the door shut behind his back.

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A/N: That was all for today, guys. I guess... you know who's Namjoon's husband? lol See you again tomorrow. :)

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Yoongi found himself alone in the rooftop of his apartment’s building. He needed some time for himself. He had to clear his head. He had to think of what he was going to do next, because he wasn’t sure of what he had to feel anymore.

He never once thought that his grief would bring such pain to him. But maybe Namjoon was right. Holding onto something that was long gone was toxic for him.

Maybe he was right, but what Yoongi could do when he still had that pain in his chest every time he happen to think about his late wife? What if he wasn’t able to let go?

“Hey… Yoongi?” The architect felt Jimin’s presence even before the ghost started talking. But he refused to turn around and look at him. “I am sorry,” Jimin didn’t sound so angry anymore. His voice was softer. -

-“It occurred to me that I… probably don’t know you all that well. It’s just… I got this place for the roof,” Jimin was closer to him now, Yoongi could feel it even with his back turned towards him.

“I was going to do a whole garden out here… eventually, I think,” the ghost chuckled sadly. “Now I am babbling… well, I… I really am sorry. Most people who deal with loss really find it helpful to talk about things.”

Yoongi clenched his fists. “I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Anger works too,” Jimin’s voice was more compassionate now. “Who was Namjoon-ssi talked about?”

Yoongi finally gave up. He hung his head between his shoulders. “Jieun, her name was Jieun.”
“Who was she?” Jimin asked without malice in his voice.
“My wife,” Yoongi was only able to say.

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Ever since he had lost Jieun, Yoongi knew only one way to deal with the pain. And it was simple – go and get drunk until you forget your own name. But it was okay. He could feel better even for a short while and he really needed the drink tonight.

But when he stopped in front of the local bar, Jimin appeared in front of him. He put his arm between Yoongi and the front door.

“Don’t,” the ghost shook his head. “This is not going to help.”

“How would you know?” Yoongi felt the anger bubble inside of him again. “Have you ever been in a bar in your life?” Then he simply passed through the spirit and entered the place.

It was good that he had called Hoseok beforehand. His friend was already there and already drinking. He chuckled once he saw Yoongi walking towards him. “Oh! The groundhog emerges! I didn’t think you’d make it. All right!” -

He hooked his hand over Yoongi’s elbow and pulled him towards himself. “This is Daehee, Jihoon and Valerie,” Hoseok waved to the people around him. “Valierie is from Europe!” He chuckled. “Now, this is my friend Yoongi!”

“Nice to meet you,” Yoongi tried to nod. He could still feel Jimin’s presence around him. It was making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

“What are you drinking?” Hoseok asked him.

“Coffee,” Jimin appeared again.
“Scotch,” Yoongi forced a smile over his face. But he wouldn’t let a ghost to boss him around and tell him what to drink after all.

“Don’t you dare!” Jimin scoffed.
“Make it double!” Yoongi ignored him.

“Ugh!” Jimin scoffed helplessly. “You don’t have to wait! I can start the hangover right now,” he tried to phase his hand through Yoongi’s head, but the architect was able to doge it.

He was too occupied to pay attention to the others, but he could hear Hoseok’s voice. “He is excited to be out, yeah…” His friend started mimicking his odd behavior. Yoongi could feel embraced if it was not for the fact that he had to escape the ghost’s touch.

“You can’t drink these feelings away,” Jimin finally gave up. His voice softened again, but Yoongi was hellbend to not listen to his advices.

“Watch me!” He scoffed.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok’s face was strange when he asked him, but Yoongi didn’t have time to explain.

“Say goodbye, walk to the door, let’s get some food in your stomach,” Jimin was trying to convince him. There was something in that changed attitude that irked Yoongi even more.
“Who made you, my mother?” He hissed.

Hoseok finally turned around to face him fully. “How are you doing with your hallucinations?” He looked concerned, damn it!
“That was nothing,” Yoongi reached out with the scotch that was served for him.

“This is not good, Yoongi,” Hoseok’s voice became serious.
“It’s just the lack of sleep,” Yoongi chuckled.
“Sleep? You getting any?” Jimin asked him incredulously.

“Eight hours,” Yoongi answered.
“Twelve!” Jimin corrected him.
“Nine, tops!” Yoongi grinned.
“Opium addicts are more alert than you!” Jimin insisted.

“Will you knock it off?” Yoongi scoffed and tried to take a sip.
“Don’t you dare!” The ghost shouted. It was good that nobody could hear him, otherwise they were going to make a scene. But Yoongi didn’t want to lose to a ghost. He smirked and tried again. “Don’t! Last chance.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Yoongi grinned.
But Jimin shouted again angrily and phased into Yoongi’s body. The architect felt really strange. It was as if he didn’t have control over his own limbs.

He was currently fighting to keep the glass steady, but the ghost was persistent. Jimin wouldn’t let him drink and that was final.

“Yoongi-yah?” Hoseok was staring at him with strange expression over his face. Yoongi’s strange fight with himself had taken the people’s attention and they looked at him with interest.

When Yoongi turned around, Jimin forced his hand to splash the scotch over his friend’s face. “Hey!”

“I am so… sorry,” the architect was trying to apologize when the ghost was forcing his legs to take him out of the bar.

When he was finally out, Jimin phased out of him with seemingly satisfied look on his face. “You’re gonna thank me once day,” he said with smug expression over his face.

“For what?” Yoongi clenched his fists and stared at Jimin. “Making me look like a lunatic in front of all these people?” The ghost didn’t respond, but that was enough for Yoongi. He stormed off from the place.

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The night was young and he decided that he didn’t want to go back to the apartment. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with Jimin again.

And since the bar was out of the question, maybe he could take a small walk around the neighborhood. Finally, he found a lonely bench and decided to take some breath of fresh air.

He sat down, closing his eyes for a moment and taking some time to think what had happened that night. Yoongi felt the presence even before his eyes could open and he would see Jimin, sitting right next to him with somber expression over his face. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a scary question…” the ghost looked sad. “I have no idea. Why are you the only one, who can see me?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Don’t ask me.”

“All I know is when I am not with you, it’s like I don’t… exist,” Jimin’s face was thoughtful, almost sad. Yoongi frowned, trying to fight with his feelings to try and help the young guy. “Oh, my God!” The ghost’s voice trembled. “Maybe I am really dead…”

“Oh, come on now…” the architect sighed. “Look, I am sorry… I am sorry that I said that you’re dead,” there was that feeling again, the pull towards that ghost. He wanted to comfort him. “Maybe you’re not dead. Maybe you’re just very…. Light?” He waved his hand.

A small sad smile appeared on the spirit’s lips. “If I could just remember something about who I am, or was. I mean, then I’d know once and for all,” he sighed and looked at Yoongi. “I am trying to figure it out. I… I just can’t do it by myself.”

“You’re not asking me to… to help you, are you?” Yoongi sounded more than surprised.

“Look,” Jimin turned towards him. “You have two realities to choose from. First one being that a man has come into your life in a very unconventional way and she happens to need your assistance,” his eyes were so big that Yoongi felt how he was on his way to give up.

“Right,” he was only able to produce.
“The second one is that you're an insane person, sitting on a park bench talking to yourself,” it was obviously Jimin’s attempt to lighten up the mood. But somehow Yoongi didn’t find it funny.

“I think I prefer the first option,” he trailed off.
“Okay,” the ghost got up from his place. “Let’s find out who I am!” Then he turned around and disappeared into the thin air.
Yoongi had to blink few times until he was able to get up from the same bench and head home.

A/N: More later. ❤️

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So… it all began with Yoongi agreeing to knock on every possible door of the apartment complex and ask if anyone of the tenants knew Jimin. It appeared that nobody even knew for a person with such name.

Unfortunately, the ghost was with Yoongi the entire time and he was able to hear everything. The architect was able to see how his face saddened with every closed door.

“It’s like I was a ghost before I was dead,” he uttered sadly when Yoongi was about to knock on the last door. Before he was able to answer though, the door opened and a nice young man showed his face.

“Hi, how can I help you?” He smiled dazingly.

“Finally someone normal,” the spirit’s voice sounded more hopeful. “I bet that we were friends…”

“Hi,” Yoongi shook his head lightly and smiled at the guy. “My name is Yoongi and I am a new tenant here.”

“Hey, Yoongi,” the man tucked a curl behind his ear and took a step aside. “I’m Kihyun, Ha Kihyun. Come one in.”

“He is friendly, I like him,” Jimin whispered as if Kihyun was able to hear him.

“No, this’ll just take a sec,” Yoongi refused the offer. He was trying to focus over his mission. “I have a question. The apartment upstairs… it belonged to a young man.”

“Yeah,” Kihyun leaned on the door frame. He was dressed as if he was just coming back from the gym. Yoongi couldn’t help but to sneak a look. He was just a man after all! -

“I think there was somebody up there. But he was,” the young man pouted as if trying to think. “Like… totally antisocial.”

“Maybe we weren’t close friends,” Yoongi was able to hear Jimin’s whisper behind his back. He sounded disappointed.

“Kind of like a cat man, but without the cats,” Kihyun chuckled and Yoongi couldn’t help a smile. The guy was charming, he had to admit.

“Okay,” Jimin’s voice echoed behind him again. “I think we’re done here. Let’s go!”
“Okay,” Yoongi tried to wrap it up. “Thank you,” he said and was about to turn around, when Kihyun’s voice stopped him.

“Look this may sound old, but…” the man batted his eyelashes at him. “I have a window that I can’t open,” he pointed behind his back.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Jimin scoffed.
“What?” Yoongi turned around.
“What?” Kihyun asked as well.

“He wants you to come in,” the ghost hissed. When Yoongi turned around to check his face, he saw him having a strange angry grimace.

“Oh… oh!” Yoongi suddenly realized and when he did, his whole face went red. That was bad! Like… yeah, bad! He cleared his throat. “If it’s painted shut and you use a screwdriver to jam it, it sometimes…” he tried, but Kihyun smiled widely.

“I’ve tried that,” he said, biting his lower lip and did a once over. Yoongi felt unpleasant taste in his mouth.
“No preliminaries… incredible!” Now Jimin was irritated for some reason.
“I’d like to help, but I have dinner plans,” Yoongi faked a smile.

“Well… I got dessert,” Kihyun winked at him.
“I just threw up in my mouth,” Jimin scoffed.

“Ugh look, ugh… it was nice meeting you, Kihyun-ssi!” Yoongi reached out and shook the other man’s hand.
“You too, Yoongi-sii,” but Yoongi didn’t turn around on his way to the staircase.

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“It’s like why he is wearing workout clothes? If you were going to work out in the middle of the day, the only reason to actually wear workout clothes, do you really need to be that cropped on your stomach?” Jimin was flying around, while they were climbing the staircase.

Well, he was using his legs, but the ghost was basically floating. It was strange how angry he was after their meeting with Ha Kihyun.

“You’re not coming with me anymore,” Yoongi finally said and that stopped the spirit on his tracks.
“Why? Something might jog my memory,” Jimin insisted.

“Too bad. You're like an AM radio someone shoved in my head and I can't turn off,” Yoongi sighed tiredly.
“You don't think he was completely un-classy and predatory?”

The architect barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Jimin was still more irritated by Kihyun’s behavior than his own situation.

“Those happen to be two of the favorite things, if you search for a partner,” Yoongi shrugged it off.
“Why don't you just date a pit bull?” Jimin crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Maybe I will,” the architect sighed. “Oh, shit!” He patted his pants.

“What now?” Jimin asked annoyingly.
“I think I locked my key in the apartment,” Yoongi mumbled, but the ghost was able to hear him.

“There's a spare key under the fire extinguisher,” Jimin waved his hand absent-mindedly. His thoughts were completely elsewhere.

“I mean, I guess he is sexy if you’re into that whole tall, toned stomach, long legs, model-y sorta thing… I mean if you’re that kind of a guy,” when Yoongi looked at him, he saw that Jimin was pouting again.

The architect rolled his eyes and went to take the key. They entered the apartment and the ghost followed him to the kitchen, still with that pout over his face. Yoongi had to admit that he looked cute in a way.

“There are five other units here, and not one person even remembers what you look like. Talk about being disconnected,” Yoongi opened the fridge, trying to decide what he really wanted. Then he sighed and picked out a small bottle of beer.

“Are you sure you really need that?” The ghost sounded disappointed, but Yoongi was stubborn.
“Yes I am sure,” he closed the fridge and looked around for something to open the bottle.

“Next drawer on the left,” Jimin told him with his tired voice and pointed the place. “There's a funnel in there too, if you need it.”
“Ah, check it out!” Yoongi exclaimed when he saw some papers left in the drawer.

“What is it?” Jimin asked.
“New leads,” Yoongi pulled out the papers and started reading. “Look, there’s an address written on here. I can’t make that out,” he squinted his eyes. “Is that a five or a six?”

“I think it’s a…” Jimin was trying to read it as well. “That’s a five. Definitely a five! So we have an address, a dry cleaning ticket and a book of matches. You know what that means?”

“We could start a very small fire?” Yoongi trailed off.
“Nope, you pabo! There is a hope!” Jimin corrected him.

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The ticket leaded them to a local dry-cleaning place. It turned out that Jimin knew the owner. Jimin’s eyes were glowing when Yoongi asked if the guy could tell him anything else about Jimin.

“He is pleasant,” the guy shrugged, “but a little dull maybe.”
“Dull?” Yoongi and Jimin asked in the same voice.
The elderly man smiled briefly. “When I think of him, I think of sadness, loneliness.”

“I don’t need a psychological profile from this guy,” Yoongi could hear the irritation back in the ghost’s voice.
Yoongi ignored that, he simply smiled to the man and waved goodbye.

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Their next stop was the address from the paper – a house with the number 425 in front of it. Yoongi stopped the car and asked Jimin if he was sure about it. Of course, the ghost couldn’t answer him, so the architect decided to try and ring the bell.

An elderly guy walked out of the house. When asked if he knew someone with the name Jimin, he simply slammed the door in their faces.

Yoongi simply sighed and walked to his car. “It’s weird,” he heard Jimin say. “This place do look familiar to me…” The architect didn’t answer him and they drove off. “Stop!”

The ghost suddenly shouted and forced Yoongi to basically jump onto the breaks and earn few honks his way. “This is Moose’s… I love this restaurant,” then he phased through the car door.

Yoongi suppressed the urge to shout at him and tried to find a place where to park. Then he walked to the main door of the said restaurant. Jimin was waiting for him there. They entered the place and looked around. All the tables were full, of course… it was a lunch time.

“You ate here a lot?” Yoongi mumbled under his nose, trying not to look like some crazy person talking to himself.
“No,” Jimin shook his head. “I never did. I remember looking in that window and wishing I could eat in here.”

“You were… homeless?”
“I wanted to,” Jimin lowered his voice sadly. “I just… never got to right time.”
“Can I help you?” A man dressed in suit walked to them.

“No, thank you maybe some other time,” Yoongi declined politely and just turned around to leave when something got his attention. Well, his and Jimin’s one.
One of the waiters collapsed onto the floor.

. “We need a doctor!” One of the people, gathered around the collapsed man shouted. That sprung Jimin into action.

“Feel his chest,” he suddenly ushered Yoongi.
“What?”
“His chest, check and see if it’s bloated,” the ghost urged him and Yoongi was forced to do it.
“Excuse me, pardon me,” he elbowed some of the people, gathered there. “I need to feel his chest.”

“Can you feel his ribs?” Jimin hovered around him.
“No, but I can if I press down,” Yoongi avoided to look at the ghost, because it would look suspicious.

“What are you doing?” The man in the suit asked him, but Yoongi simply ignored his presence. He applied a light pressure over the man’s chest.

“Does it feel bloated?” Jimin insisted.
“I think so,” Yoongi mumbled.
“Tell them you'll need a sharp paring knife and a bottle of vodka,” the ghost was bursting with energy.

“I need a sharp paring knife and a bottle of vodka,” Yoongi repeated his words. The guy in the suit gave the orders and soon Yoongi had everything that he needed.
“What’s wrong?” The guy asked.
“It's a tension pneumothorax,” Jimin answered instead.

“It's a tension nemothaxer,” the architect was trying to mimic the foreign sound, but he was apparently wrong, because the ghost had to correct him few times. “Never mind!” He finally waved his hand.

“But what is it?” The guy in the suit insisted.
“Air is escaping out of the lungs into his chest,” Jimin said and Yoongi repeated again. “Open his shirt!”

“Open his shirt,” Yoongi ordered to the stunned guy in front of him.
“No, you do it!” The other one chickened out.

“Okay fine!” The architect scoffed. “I’ll do it.”
When he was ready, the waiter was still lying on the floor unconscious. Jimin started speaking again.

“A valve at the opening of the lungs. If it doesn't close, it constricts the lungs and compresses the organs. I want you to feel for his ribs again,” while he was talking Yoongi was following and executing his every word. -

- “The spot between two ribs, do you feel that?” Yoongi nodded. “Okay, splash some vodka there,” Yoongi did it. “Now, get the knife.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and took the knife. “Can I ask everyone just to stand back a little bit here? A little bit further. Thank you,” he said when the people around him listened to his words. “What am I doing with the knife?”

“Make an incision,” Jimin spoke calmly.
Yoongi’s eyes went big over his face. “You know what?” He hissed. “No!”
“Yoongi, this man's life is at stake,” the ghost’s calm voice couldn’t stop his panic though.

“I... I can't stab a man,” he stuttered quietly.
“There's nothing to be afraid of. You're gonna make a hole for the air to escape here,” he pointed the place. “Put the knife in that spot now.”

“How the fuck do you know this?” Yoongi’s voice trembled, but his hand was surprisingly calm.

“I don’t know, I just do,” Jimin’s voice had some strange soothing effect over him. “Now do it! Position the knife and push harder,”-

- the ghost was hovering right above his left shoulder. Yoongi gritted his teeth and followed his words. “Okay, good!” Jimin instructed him. “All right, now, take the pourer out of the vodka bottle.”

“What?” Yoongi gave him a look.
“You’re doing good,” Jimin even smiled at him. “Now…”
“Wait!” Yoongi hissed and took a giant gulp from the bottle. “Now, go,” he said.

“Put the pourer in the hole you made. It's gonna keep the wound open so air can escape. Do it!” Jimin instructed him again, but the architect’s hand shook for a moment.
“I can’t!” He said in panic.

“Do it, Yoongi! I believe in you!” Jimin smiled at him again and that was enough for Yoongi to follow his final instructions. “Look, he is breathing now,” the ghost nodded at the man on the floor.

“He is breathing!” Yoongi repeated with his voice still shaking from the adrenalin.
“Tell them you are a doctor,” Jimin whispered.

“I am a doctor,” Yoongi repeated.
“I know,” the man in the suit smiled at him and helped him to get up. “Thank God that you were here! The ambulance will be here right away.”

“Ask him where the nearest hospital is,” Jimin ushered him quietly.
“Do you know where the nearest hospital is?” Yoongi asked.
“Just a few blocks away – Seoul Central,” the man answered.

“Thank you,” Yoongi smiled and turned around to leave. Jimin followed him of course.
“Seoul Central!” Jimin squealed happily. “I saved lives, Yoongi!” He was giggling. “I worked in that hospital. I know it, it sounds so familiar.”

“I’ve never saved a life before,” Yoongi uttered.
“We have to go there!” The ghost sounded excited. “Right now!”
Yoongi simply shook his head and headed for his car.

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A/N: And that's all for today, lovelies. <3 See you tomorrow!