The place Yoongi brought him to was most definitely not somewhere he would even think about going as a human.

The house looked as if it belonged to billionaires, Jimin almost felt intimidated just thinking about it.

"The owner's daughter was killed a few years back." Yoongi stated, continuing to walk towards the house. "Before her spirit was given justice, she said that from then on any wandering spirit is allowed here. It's most definitely the most haunted house in all of Korea, it's just that nobody knows it."

Jimin nodded softly, heart still aching as the idea of his future as a spirit dwelled on him. "C'mon." Yoongi urged, disappearing through the brick wall of the mansion, Jimin taking a deep breath before he did so as well.

He shook his head once he arrived in the entrance hall, noticing a maid who was sweeping dust off of a table. "I'll let you look around later, but for now if like you to meet a few people."

Jimin jumped slightly when Yoongi grabbed his wrist and pulled him up a large staircase. He let go once they arrived at the top, flattening out his clothes before walking through a door to the left of them both.

Assuming his was meant to follow, Jimin did as well.

"Jimin, this is Mark." Jimin locked eyes with the male who was sitting on the floor. Another sat on the bed in the room, seeming completely oblivious to the three spirits in the room with them.

"He's alive." Mark pointed to the man who lay on the bed. "Assuming that Yoongi told you basically the only rule spirits have, you'll know we won't be bothering him by being in here."

Jimin nodded and stared at the black haired man who scrolled through his phone.

How many spirits had he been in the presence of when he was alive?

"As Yoongi said, I'm Mark. Mark Tuan."

Jimin's eyes widened.

"You were the-" he began, only for the other to cut him off.

"Guy from that famous kidnapping ten years ago? That's me." Mark sighed, standing up before sitting down on the bed in front of the only living human in the room. "People are still looking for me aren't they? It's a shame really, considering there's still a few who think they'll find me alive."

"How did you actually... You know.." Jimin trailed off. He wasn't sure if everyone would be so laid back about the subject.

"Die?" Jimin nodded. As Mark leaned back on his palms, the orange haired boy noticed how part of his hand disappeared into the living boy's ankle.

He ignored the unsettling feeling in his stomach. "I'll skip past all the gruesome details of what occurred before my demise... But I guess a kidnapper can only have fun with their victims for so long. When I was no longer entertaining, he got rid of me; bullet to the head."

Mark watched Jimin fight back a grimace and sighed. "I watched him bury me too. Right in his own
backyard - the sick fuck."

"I don't even know who killed me." Jimin mumbled, catching the sympathetic look on Yoongi's face as he sat down next to Mark. "I was walking home from work at night. Shortcuts usually aren't my thing but I've walked down the alley I did that night numerous times before. I didn't think anything of it until somebody jumped me."

Jimin paused as he felt tears well up in his eyes. "Was stabbed twice right around here." He touched right below his belly button, closing his eyes as he was still able to feel the pain he felt in his last moments.

"It wasn't so long ago either was it?" Jimin shook his head in response to Mark's words, opening his eyes slowly.

"Hours ago." He answered, Mark nodding and patting his back.

"I'm sorry, I remember what it was like in the beginning. It's a lot to take in." His voice was soft, as if trying to soothe the other spirit's emotions.

"It's fine. It's fine." Jimin sighed and stood up. "Might as well get used to it yeah? Who knows how long I'll be like this."

"Jimin-" The orange haired male shook his head.

"I'm fine." He turned to the blonde spirit. "Yoongi, I'm going on a walk."

Yoongi and Mark shared a looked as the newest spirit disappeared through wallpapered wall, Mark sighing.

"I wish the best for him, I really do."

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Jimin sat against the wall in the kitchen, knees pulled up to his chest as he watched the chef bustle about as he create what Jimin could only assume to be today's breakfast.

The sun hadn't risen yet, reminding Jimin that just mere hours ago he had a beating heart, a working respiratory system, and a future ahead of him.

Now it was only time until his cold, pale body was found by someone.

Only time until it was all on the news, and only time until his own funeral was being planned.

He was painfully aware of how many tears he had shed in the past hours already, but couldn't help it as he leaned forward and sobbed into his knees; not caring how loud he was.

He couldn't care less if other spirits heard him, he deserved to cry.

"You must be new."

Jimin lifted his head up and wiped his eyes, watching as a young, dark haired girl approached him.

She couldn't be older than twelve, which made Jimin's heart ache at the thought of someone so young losing their life. "I'm Nari."

"Jimin." Jimin responded, Nari smiling and sitting down next to him.

"A few months ago I was killed in a hit and run car accident." Nari spoke, Jimin watching her intently as she did so. "I won't be here much longer though, they found the guy who did it and he's going to court in a month."

Nari picked up Jimin's hand in her smaller ones and held it. "I hope the same happens to you Mr. Jimin."

"Thank you Nari." The older male smiled down at her, noticing the fairly translucent tone she had as opposed to him.

That's what must happen when you're being set free.

"I want to see the man who killed me before he goes to jail though, scare him a bit you know?" Jimin smiled softly at Nari's comment, nodding.

"Yeah, I understand."