You admired Jimin who was fast asleep. His chest moved up and down slowly, his breathing even.

Laying on the same sheets as the idol, there was a sadness at your heart when feeling no movement in the sheets take place. If you got too close to the mattress, you'd fall right through. If you grew scared and hovered, it would look like you were floating. Mastering your skills and getting exactly the right leaning effect, you could, laying, sitting, and genuinely being around Jimin for the past week was easy.

You were quieter. He noticed.

The fact that your body was alive and confusing doctors, surgeons, and your family and friends far away from where you floated now was constantly at your mind. During this week, you found out your body was under 'special care'. Locked in a personal room, your lungs were being filled with air from a tube, and your muscles were paralyzed. Your heart would beat, your fingers would twitch, and sometimes your nose would crinkle from smells in the room. BangPD came and gave information on any new brain functionalities that could be improving for your unconscious form.

You listened throughout the week. You listened to what was happening to your body, to your mother, to Jonah...you listened to everything but you didn't dare go and visit your body for yourself. Instead, you'd change the subject entirely when Jimin would bring it up.

"I'll come with you," he'd sweetly propose.

You'd shake your head. Scared, in denial, and outmost terrified over the black figure you'd constantly see. "There's no need. I'm dead. People who are dead should stay dead."

Jimin would grow confused at your words every time.

Now, you were here as always. Laying next to him in the middle of the night, out of fear, your ghostly hand was tight in holding his as he slept. Even as his finger's uncurled when he fell in deep sleep, you'd panic and hold him tighter. With Jimin around, with Jimin touching you, you didn't see the blackened creature often.

So, you continuously made sure you were always around Jimin.

Blinking out of your thoughts when hearing the boy whine a little in his sleep, he moved to turn onto his side, his back away from you. You smiled, chuckling lightly and moving to flash over to his other side as he rolled over sleepily. You watched him make himself comfortable with the pillow under his cheek; your eyes were kind while watching him, hand make to hovering over his.

Jimin was weirdly kinder as days went by. He was more comfortable, and almost used to the idea of a ghost being around him 24/7. He didn't stress in trying to figure out your thoughts, nor did he ask about your quietness. He respected your space and simply did what you wanted him to do. And what you'd want is for some sort of skin-ship. Jimin held your hand any chance he got.

Moving your fingers out of his, you lovingly stared for more. Even after a week of doing this, watching him sleep, breathe, and live wasn't making your tired or bored. Turning onto your side, you moved your cheek so it was on the same pillow as him. Scrunching your nose when feeling his breath move to your nostrils, you hated that your ghost-self could now smell. You were dead, but smelling his mouth so close to yours, you wished to re-kill yourself.

"I forgot how nasty stank-breath can be," you chuckled in a whisper, eyes still so warm when staring at Jimin. Your eyes moved to his mouth, his full lips, and the area where the destructive smell was coming from as he slept.

Your smile fell slowly when eyeing his lips. Moving your fingers to tap alongside his cheek, you could feel him. You could feel him and only him. That idea in of itself confused you. Why him?

"If it was about favourites, then Yoongi would make sense," you snorted, amusing yourself with your theories, "Yoongi's my bias."

Jimin sleepily smiled, feeling you poke at his cheek and talk. "Not anymore," he teasingly let out.

You smirked at that before he snuggled into the pillow, hiding his face from you while burying his entire nose and mouth into the cushioned surface. Moving your fingers to lightly move his hair, it still took a lot to get used to when seeing how easily you could move his strands of hair. Petting him, his shoulders relaxed and Jimin moved to sleepily look over at you.

"Good morning," he said groggily.

Your mouth that was always bloody seemed to close. You smiled light. "It's 4am, stay asleep for a little while longer."

"We have to wake up for practice in thirty minutes," Jimin mumbled, starting to drift off to sleep again when feeling how soothing your touch was at the back of his head.

You sighed. Moving your hand off him and snuggling to his side, Jimin sleepily smiled, squinting one eye open as the other sealed shut. He adorably watched you near him with a whine. "You boys practice too much. You need rest."

"Work is work."

"No," you mumbled, wrapping one of your arms around his back, "No work today. You lay here and sleep. A human needs sleep and rest; you'll drain yourself out if you continue to overwork."

"I like what I do." He defended.

You glared at Jimin and he playfully glared back with his one eye that seemed to function. The other was sealed shut from tiredness and eye-burgers that glued to the corners of his lashes.

"I do too, I was a fan of your work and have been following you to practice since the day I died," you piped, smiling, "But there's a line between hard-work and over-work. You boys are crossing it."

Jimin ignored almost all that you said as he mumbled about waking earlier than the others. Sitting up and rubbing his face, he got only one important factor out of all that you were scolding him over. He said, "You aren't technically dead."

Your eyes narrowed as he grinned at you and rolled off onto his feet. He lazily got out of bed.

You went quiet again and Jimin's tongue rolled over his bottom lip, eyes squinting in defeat as he dramatically sighed and turned before he could successfully enter the bathroom. "We've got to go to the hospital and see you. You're alive and well. We could find a way to ma-"

Your face was black, still soft. "Go and get ready. You've got practice."

Jimin pursed his lips. Mentally noting not to speak about the subject yet, he stared at your bleeding and torn form before feeling the sadness well at his chest. You were a fan and you were a presence he had gotten severely used to – maybe even close to – just in a matter of a week. It was in his nature to immediately care and want you alive again if that were a possibility.

"We'll have to talk about this eventually..."

You smiled tightly, nodding at him. It was weird to see the humour, love, and excitement he was used to seeing vanish in your eyes. There was sadness and terror left. He knew you were scared, and he couldn't imagine how that felt. Clearing his throat, Jimin changed the subject with a cute laugh and a genuine smile. "And we'll have to figure out why I, from all the members, can see you. I'm surprised you didn't have Yoongi hyung-"

"I'm glad he's not the one seeing me," you said, finally sparking up with brightness in your eyes all over again, "If you haven't noticed, from all the members, he's the only one I haven't touched or went to be a pervert around as a ghost."

Jimin leaned into the door, hand on the knob but attention on you. His smile was soft when he came to realization. "I have noticed that," he noted, laughing in amusement, "Wow. You really haven't gone near the man. Why?"

You pursed your lips from smiling and Jimin's eyes narrowed. His smile was amused. "You shy because he's your bias?"

"No."

His face gleamed. That being the only thing to wake his tired body up in that moment. "You totally are!" Jimin teased.

"Go shower."

"You not coming?"

You grinned at that, wiggling your brows and the idol rolled his eyes.

"It's just I've gotten used to you bothering me getting ready in the mornings."

"Sure babe," you retorted, giggling, "That's the reason."

Jimin blushed and you could see in the dimly lit room. Even in the darkness, you could sense his attitude and body language change as he shyly moved to open the knob of the door. "I just get bored in there alone now."

"AW~" you chuckled out.

Jimin laughed.

-

Jungkook heard the loud laugh.

Eyes wide, the maknae was shocked over what he heard so early in the morning.

"Hyung be losing his mind," the idol breathlessly whispered to himself, hearing more muffled noises across the hall. Standing up from his spot where he slept, the maknae didn't care to go and check, frankly too scared to, as he moved to his own daily routines in getting ready.

He entered his bathroom for a shower.

-

Jimin entered his bathroom for a shower.

His laugh dimmed into a cheeky smile directed in your way.

You memorized the smile and the way it made your heart flutter a little in your dead, cold, and silent chest. It was a weird essence to get used to, but knowing that it was because of Jimin, you didn't mind. For a fraction of a second, every time it happened, you felt like a human girl again. Just for a second.

"You go and I'm going to finally initiate in some fan and bias time for a change," you giggled, moving towards the exit of Park Jimin's bedroom.

The boy sighed.

"Is that jealousy I smell?" you taunted and Jimin chuckled, peeking his head out and watching you phase through the door of his bedroom with a dramatic skip.

"Just be careful," Jimin sang out. "Hopefully he doesn't see you too...we both know he wouldn't be as sweet as me!" The idol taunted back.

You smiled, moving through the hallway as you were in search for Yoongi. Pressed when being able to identify which room belonged to who, you popped your head through Yoongi's door and didn't seem to spot him sprawled around his bed. Your bias was not in his room.

Bottom lip being chewed by your bloody teeth, you awkwardly ghosted around each room you could find. Nothing but the boys waking up slow, while the others were already in bathrooms getting ready. There was a kick within you to forget about Yoongi and intrigue yourself with the others, but you chuckled over your own-self being an idiot before finally building the courage to have some fun around the certain member of the group that you cherished.

Moving towards the living room space that was closely linked to the kitchen, your eyes spotted Yoongi who was tiredly napping on the couch. His legs were sprawled and balanced on the table he had been working at most of the night. You had been too shy to even come by and see him work, staying glued to Jimin's side and watching the boy sleep most the night. Plus, Jimin's hands were soft and small. You liked holding them.

Eyes gentle and smile huge when seeing the man, you floated over to the table, moving closer to the couch and away from the hall.

Eyes moving to the man's hair that was coloured, your eyes danced over to the edge of the couch the boy seemed to be rested against. Looking at the arm-rest, your sights were on him one second, and then, the hovering form that was right behind him the next.

Your smile fell so fast.

Your heart started to race.

You wanted to run. You wanted to hide. You wanted to capture Jimin and hide behind his hold. You wanted to do anything but freeze and stare at the dark figure that was back to forming itself and its creepy eyes. Its mouth was back to being darker than the night, toothless, and terrifying. It looked right at you and every emotion you felt inside you the past week started to run wild.

Your chest heaved for air. Your heart pained, like it wanted to rip out of your torn merch shirt you wore. Your nostrils flared while smelling in what felt like the burning sensations of fire. Your touch, well, your skin felt like it was about to burst in chunks right above Yoongi was peacefully asleep, not able to hear you scream.

You stared at the Thing. Eyes in pain, fear, and anger over how infuriating the pain to your body costed, you spat, "W-What do you want from me?!"

You glanced at the dark hall. One mind, one body, and one life on your mind. "JIMIN!"

Then the Thing did something you didn't hope for. It was nose-to-snout quick, it's eyes drilling into yours. Thing's grin submerged and fed on your fear as you stopped screaming, the tears in your eyes swallowed back in, and your face became blank when staring at it so close. You were motionless and under it's control.

You looked at the corner of your eye and noticed Yoongi slowly starting to wake. Begging for him to see you, or feel a presence, or for anything – anything to happen, your eyes shut in defeat and your body shook in frozen fear. Yoongi didn't see you. He stood up, called a morning for everyone else that got ready, and moved past you towards the kitchen.

"What do you want?" you asked more stable. But your body wasn't, your body wasn't stable.

Then the Thing did something you didn't hope for. It did something you weren't expecting for it to be able to do...

It talked to you. Thing answered your question.

-

A/N: "it is I Ravs," it said. Lawl, jokes. But seriously, I look like a deadly creature that crawled out of some sort of science experiment that went wrong. Bless, I still love my own ass too much to care mwhaha. Stay beautiful my lovelies!