A weekend. A weekend pasted and Jimin was already tired of you.

The first night, he was in shock. Most of what happened in his room he couldn't remember. All he recalled was running away from you constantly your appearance startling him once in a while. Jimin loathed that he was the one you could touch.

That night, he screeched quietly the best he could. The other boys were asleep so Jimin suffered alone trying to tame you. There was no ghost and human sex, thank the universe, but there was a lot of outfits that you forced on him for sleeping.

He tried to sleep that night. But you were right there. Laying next to him, you couldn't sleep the entire night because, well, your ass was dead. So, you stared at him sleep. Jimin peeked his eyes open a few times, creeped out seeing a bloody ghost staring at him lovingly. Swallowing hard, he turned away from you only to have you follow him with a taunting grin. Eventually, you had allowed him to sleep.

"I'm going to go stare at the others sleep as well," you sang out casually as you floated out.

Jimin would normally detest to that. But that night, he was too tired to say a word.

The day after, you were at his side everywhere. Forgetting about you for a moment, he sleepily went to pee only to jump when you whispered at his ear, peeking over to see what he had to offer. The man jumped. His pee flying onto the wall as he jolted.

"Ew!" you laughed out.

Jimin moaned in frustration when realizing that last night wasn't a dream. You were real. You were real.

As he got ready, you were there. He didn't say a word, eyes bored and tired as you went on and on about how you were the biggest fan. Brushing his teeth, he didn't dare shower that morning, nor did he change from the tank and sweats you had forced him in the previous night.

"Aren't you going to sho-"

"No." His voice was stern.

You pursed your lips from smiling over him annoyed.

The rest of that day went with you back in the BigHit building. You stayed in their dance studio and watched them practice for hours. Jimin almost forgot you were there sometimes since you were quietly watching. By the end of that practice, Jimin genuinely smiled when seeing how excited and quiet you had gotten as a fan to watch everyone.

That night, the same thing. He didn't dare shower and you rolled your eyes. But one thing changed. Jimin laughed when you rolled your eyes, his smiles back.

He slept. You let him sleep, cutely closing your eyes when he'd peek them open to see if you were being a creep again. He sighed into your face when you weren't, or so he thought, and your heart weirdly fluttered when feeling his warm breath on your face.

The last day to recall was the end of the weekend. The morning was similar to the previous one. But this time, Jimin stunk too bad to just walk out. And for some reason, your dead nose could smell him and only him.

You sat on the toilet. Floating and passing him products you could blow over with your mouth through the curtain when he asked for it, Jimin asked about your death, everything you saw, and both of you casually talked to each other as he showered in peace; trusting you not to peek. You peeked a little, let's be real here.

Jimin was back at practice. You watched throughout the whole thing again, in awe over how hard the boys worked to please fans and audiences in general.

Going back to the dorm, it was a repeated cycle this day. He was too exhausted to sleep so you didn't bother him. You floated around in the kitchen and living room space for a while, letting him sleep in peace. Getting bored, you floated to Jin's room for a while.

A new day, the start of the new week.

Jimin was tired of you, but in the two days spent with you, he had weirdly grown used to you around him in his daily routine. The fact that you always sweetly passed him his skin-care products when he was in the shower helped him slightly depending on you for making his life slightly easier.

"What're you staring at?" you asked, grinning as you floated close to him, sat on top of the counter of the bathroom he currently occupied.

Jimin snapped out of his thoughts. Blinking, he went back to brushing his teeth. He shook his head. "Nothing," he answered back, "Just thinking."

"Aw!" you chimed, your voice echoing, "You're thinking about me?"

Jimin bent to spit out his paste. Slowly gurgling the water, he straightened his back again. He stared at you and gurgled, not saying a word. You simply grinned, wiggled your brows and he shyly side-smirked before bending and spitting out the water.

"I was thinking about how crazy this is," Jimin whispered. "I still can't believe I can see you."

You smirked. "And I still can't believe I can touch one of the hottest boys alive."

Jimin tried not to smile at that. He rolled his eyes to keep it casual so he wouldn't flush. You noticed the struggle and he knew you did when you screeched over him being adorable before you hopped off the counter and moved to pinch at his cheeks.

Jimin whacked at your hands, laughing and moving back, but you gripped onto his hoodie, pulling him back towards you with your super-strength. His eyes widened, not used to it as he flung towards you. The idol allowed for you to pinch his cheeks. He laughed at how weird this situation was before trying to whack you away again.

"You okay?"

Jimin's face fell. You let go of him as you turned to see where the voice was coming from.

Jungkook. Jungkook stood at the door of the bathroom that was wide open. He walked in, about to greet Jimin only to see the man laughing to himself and whacking the air away. Confused, Jungkook had watched for a long while. His hyung looked as if he was staring at something and playing around.

Jimin's cheeks flushed. Trying to ignore you snort from sudden laughter, Jimin nodded instantly, straightening up. "Y-Yeah, how long yo-"

"Long enough," the maknae let out before Jimin could finish his sentence.

Jimin swallowed incredibly hard. Laughing nervously, he tried to fix this situation and you watched in amusement. Waving the air before taking hold of the neckline of his black hoodie, Jimin waved the oversized hood as he fanned himself from suddenly feeling the need to sweat. Glancing down at his ripped jeans, Jimin tried to find something to say. It didn't help that Jungkook was in the same expression as before; there was clear confusion and alarm in the maknae's face. He looked like he was trying to forget what he witnessed.

Jimin laughed again. It was higher than usual. "Did you n-need, so-"

"No," Jungkook cut him off again, so insanely creeped out, "Just get outside soon. BangPD is here. There's news on the girl."

Your attention was brought on that. "Oh shit, what now?" you piped.

Jimin gulped, glancing at you before looking back at Jungkook. He asked for you.

"What now?"

The maknae sighed, ducking his head before moving to leave the door. "Come out and figure it out with the rest of us."

Jimin watched the maknae leave. Swallowing hard and not knowing why he was suddenly feeling uneasy, he glanced over at you the minute you eagerly tugged at his sweater and pulled his towards the door.

"Hurry, I wanna know if my booty's been buried yet," you chimed, letting him go as you quickly went to exit his room and phase through walls to get there quicker. "It be a miracle if they found a coffin to contain all of this."

Jimin chuckled a little at that. Following you, he saw you disappear as he used the human way of getting to the living room place. As he turned the corner, he jumped back when you zoomed right in front of him. Not used to it, Jimin gasped. Eyes found him and Jimin nervously smiled over at everyone before side-glaring at you grinning. Moving, he sat awkwardly next to Jungkook on one of the couches.

"Oopsie," you sang out before sliding to sit onto his lap. You didn't float. Grinning cutely, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder as he grew surprised over you finding comfort so close to him.

Again, Jimin wasn't used to you completely. Not yet.

Glancing at you for a while, it took a while for him to realize that it probably looked weird. To others, he was staring at nothing. Moving his hands into his sweater, hiding them in the opened pocket, he cleared his throat, twitched below your weightless mass, before staring forward and paying attention.

"Great," Namjoon sighed out, his vision on every member that was present now. "Now that we're all here, please continue."

"Is the fan dead?" Taehyung asked, his voice sad. The news had hit him the hardest.

"Duh," you mumbled.

Jimin licked his bottom lip. Staring at you then back at the man with the information, Jimin could see the weird face BangPD held. Almost as if he didn't know or understand the situation. Jimin's eyes were soft as he whispered, "Don't hold back...I'm sure we'll be able to handle anything at this point."

BangPD nodded. Rubbing at his face, he let out everything he knew on the situation. "We've been getting a mix of weird calls saying different things. But as of right now, what I can make out is that the girl isn't officially pronounced dead yet."

Your eyes narrowed at that. "How is that possible?"

Jimin was shocked himself. "How is that possible?" He repeated it out for you.

"Beats me," the man sighed out, "They started surgery the minute they had heard and analyzed a heart beat just a few hours after the accident. Her body's in a cast and healing to the best of their ability. Her heart beat disappears then reappears. The doctors are on edge and well, the mother keeps seeing her daughter die than miraculously come back to life every few hours."

Your eyes softened at that, any hint of a smile gone. Even the initial shock washed away from you.

"That's terrible," Hoseok whispered, saying everyone's thoughts.

It went quiet.

Yoongi broke the silence. "Is the mother going to sue?"

Jin slapped at the man's shoulder as the others stared over with wide eyes. You glared over at Yoongi with deadly might and Jimin saw how dark your face got at that. The way it moved, it didn't look human.

"Hyung!"

"I didn't mean in offence. I just wished to know more of the situation," Yoongi clarified, "Why else would BangPD be here instead of just telling us this when we got to the building?"

Jimin pursed his plump lips. Moving his hand over to your back, he moved it slowly by the ends of your shirt and the beginning of your pants from the back. He tried to casually soothe you on his lap without it looking obvious that Jimin's hand was massaging air in circles.

"Why are you here?" Jin asked, breathless and still trying to absorb all the information he could.

You stared at BangPD. Expression softened again when needing to know more. The fact that you felt Jimin's fingers trying to help you relax did the trick just a little – just a little.

"It's a possibility that she could live. Her body responds at weird times, and they're saying it also twitches around strong smells now."

You looked over at Jimin engrossed in the conversation. Brows knit, you moved your nose over to smell the man. You could smell him. As you did, your heart also fluttered and it felt like a ball hit your chest. The sensation was weird. Swallowing hard when able to smell only him and no one else, the confusion ate at you before you moved to look over at BangPD.

"If things go well, her senses will all react slowly and hopefully she will wake. Hopefully she comes out of this as alive..."

"She will," Jimin whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

His hand stopped moving at your back. He simply flattened his palm out and rested it there now. Your heart fluttered again as it did and you wanted to leave his arms over how disgusting the hammering felt within your cold chest. It was as pathetic as a moth trying to flap its broken wings after someone crushed it. Everything about it dreadful.

"Why are you here?" Yoongi asked stern. He seemed to be the only one to be on to this visit having a reason.

BangPD licked his lips. "The girl's case is abnormal. Even the doctors are confused...imagine the world if they get information on her state."

"What're you saying?" Namjoon asked, feeling as if he knew where this was going.

"If she dies, which is highly possible," the man finished, "You boys need to be prepared for that weight, and possible backlash from the public. It'll be a nightmare if her body gives out and she passes."

Jimin bit his bottom lip. "B-But there's still a possib-"

"Jimin, he's saying if she dies, we'll have to go against the claims that might actually come out."

The idol's brows furrowed. "What?"

Namjoon understood. Yoongi understood. Jin slowly did as well as all of them were suddenly quiet with their heads ducked.

"If she dies," BangPD finished, "in order to save you boys, we'll have to twist her life story. We'd have to make you all seem as the victim and not the other way around."

Jimin's lips parted in surprise, neat eyebrows slightly dancing below his hair that covered his forehead.

You stared blankly at the man.

"You'd make me out as some crazy fan," you breathed out, further explaining the business strategy behind this potential outcome. If you die, so does your reputation; your family and friends mixed in that mess.

Suddenly, the thought of being alive struck hard in you since you woke as a ghost...

Glancing away from Jimin when feeling his eyes soft and saddened at the side of your face, your gaze looked over to the corner of the room. You blinked, feeling the urge to move away from Jimin's lap and over towards the wall that started to darken. There was a shadow. There were eyes. There was a figure, and it was looking right at you.

You swallowed insanely hard when seeing the same figure. The same body that had flung you off from being glued to the tour bus. You remembered feeling pain for the first time when the hooded figure had touched you. Blinking slow, it didn't disappear, the black dust slowly forming its body and forcing it to enlarge right before your eyes.

It's head twisted upwards. You caught its eyes that were too far a part to be on a tiny face. They were large with red rings around black pupils. The whites of its eyes weren't white, but grey. Just by looking at it, your heart started to abnormally race. You pursed your lips from screaming in slight pain, instead, you held in your pain and twitched on Jimin's knee.

"What's wrong?" Jimin whispered over at you, seeing tears starting to fill at the corners of your eyelashes.

You whimpered when the Thing smiled from ear to ear. Thing waved.

Blinking back tears, you forced your eyes away from it. Jumping onto Jimin more, you hastily hugged the boy tightly. His body yanked slightly back as you buried your head into his hood, and practically choked his neck with your arms. You were crying into the blackness of his hoodie, trying to stop your chest from feeling like it was about to rip a part.

Jimin's sweater was starting to randomly grow wet near his collarbone. Your tears were real and they were wetting him in the idol's reality...

His hands hesitantly moved around your ghost form in attempts to hug you back just as tightly. He couldn't however, glancing over your shoulder and staring at the boys that were too involved in the conversation BangPD further tried to explain.

"Talk to me," he whispered, "What's going on? You okay?"

His hand snuck underneath your shirt on accident when trying to hold you without making it obvious he was hugging air.

Your chest stopped.

The racing of a heart that wasn't supposed to be there suddenly stopped.

Again, there was suddenly nothing at your chest. No heartbeat. No pain. But something terrified you when you put the pieces back together...

For a second there, when you were swallowing in Jimin's sweater from screaming, you could've sworn you felt the experience of filling air in your lungs. You felt like you took in a breath of air.

Whimpering, you didn't know what you wanted at this point. All you knew was that you didn't want to feel that pain anymore or ever again. Crying, you held onto the boy that somehow seemed to make all the pain go away.

Moving your chin onto his shoulder, you rested your cheek onto his shoulder and squeezed his body tight.

"Please don't let go yet," you begged, "P-Pleas-" you choked on your own sniffle.

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A/N: Mwha. Ha. Ha. *munches on nachos out of amusement*