Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Thirty

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"If you're Jimin. Then who was the one we buried?"
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It felt like 80 miles a minute to a second—from everyone talking, debating on the current situations to utter and complete silence. Again.

We've seem to be doing that lately.

"W..wait. That wasn't Jimin? Are you sure this is Jimin?" Hoseok asked, looking bewildered.

Jungkook, looking a little sick but okay nonetheless, reached over and pinched the side of Jimins face. His cheek held between the nips of his fingers. Jimin who sat unknowingly of Jungkooks attack, winced, his face scrunching up. "Ack!"... "Hey! That hurts!"

"It's Jimin...least I think it is. Just not Jimin—at the moment...wait? That hurt?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow and let go of Jimins face.

Jimin who was rubbing the side of his face, eyes widening. "Yeah. Really hurt."

Now. It was known Jimin was able to feel pain. Though that was only, say if he gotten cut, or if something penetrated the layer of his skin. That was when he was able to feel a ridge of pain. Though when he brushed his fingers over surfaces or over the layer of Jungkooks face, he merely felt nothing and he always knew it bothered him every time.

He felt something burst inside his chest at the stinging pain on his cheek and he turned his eyes to Jungkook.

Though now that he actually processed it—Jimin has been feeling things for a long while now.

"Well yeah. Kang said he was able to feel pain." Yoongi stated, before halting.

"Or maybe he just said that so that we don't get surprised when something hurts Jimin... oh, oh my gosh."

Taehyung sighs as he walks forward, wrapping his arms around Jimin then. "I had a bad feeling about Kang right from the start. I knew it—something was not right and I knew it."

Jimin smiles softly as he instantly hugs the younger back—though he didn't have the original memories that only Park Jimin the human had, memories that, that Jimin hasn't shared yet. Parts of him still remembered Taehyung; their friendship and AI Jimin was really fond of him just as he was everyone else.

They shared a warm, friendly hug. And it was nice.

Taehyung sighed as he let go, hand  reaching up and wiping a tear before promptly smiling.

They both shared a warm smile before Taehyung sat back down. On the other side of Jimin.

"Okay." Namjoon clasps his hands together and stands up.

"I say we call it a day. A lot of heavy stuff was covered today, lets all go home and take a nice rest okay?" Namjoon says softly, softly patting Jimin and Jungkooks shoulders.

"But... I thought we could all be together longer?" Jimin pouts as he looks up.

Namjoon chuckles softly before pinching the side of his face, gently, this time. Jungkook smiled once more at the 'ack' that escaped past his lips then. 

"Everyone's really tired,Jiminie. See?" And Jimin looked around, detecting all the tired and drained faces of his friends and understood internally.

He nodded his head, pink hair bouncing on his head. Namjoon smiled warmly.

Everyone got up, taking hold of their stuff and Jimin and Jungkook followed them to the front door.

Seokjin sighed before the door and turned around, embracing Jungkook and Jimin in a hug then.

"I'm really...happy, you let us back in Jungkook." Jin smiled warmly, patting his shoulder before moving away and waving as he got into his car. Sunglasses perched on his nose and right then he really did look like a typical movie star, literally.

It took a few seconds after everyone left, both boys just standing there in silence.

"Wait." Said Jimin.

"Who did you guys bury?"

Jungkook shook his head, before wrapping his arms around Jimin and walking him backwards, sitting them both on the couch.

"I don't know." He sighed, pulling Jimin on his lap then. "It...really looked like you though."

Jimin leaned backwards, his back meeting Jungkooks chest before he tapped his chin.

"Maybe... it was the actual AI body of me?"

"But ain't that you?"

"Kind of.  But I mean like... the metal, the one with metal and this face. The one that became empty."

Jungkook pressed his lips against Jimins shoulder as he thought.

"Probably."

They remained quiet then, just enjoying each others silence and presence.

Jimin leaned his head back towards Jungkooks shoulder and relaxed and relented in the feeling of Jungkooks gentle pecks to the side of his shoulder, rising towards his neck.

Then Jimin said,

"We should check."

"What?"

"The grave."